Great, we're doomed now!

To put it bluntly, his wife is likely to suffer psychological harm as a result; even the most beautiful love cannot make a woman ignore the tragedy of losing her youth.

Thirdly... and this is something he doesn't want to mention.

This is related to the Joestar family's long-standing reputation for attracting women. Every generation of JoJo is a well-built, well-mannered, and handsome man, so he was very popular with women when he was young.

But perhaps because the Joestars are generally short-lived, their love and marriages are usually very happy—ending before problems even arise.

(Jotaro lived a little longer, and then they got divorced~)

He lived an exceptionally long life in his family, and because of his cultivation of ripples, even in his fifties or sixties, he still exuded the mature aura of a middle-aged man, which was very attractive to young girls who had a father complex.

Over the years, many women have become infatuated with him, and although he has always been loyal to his wife, problems have not been without them...

Of course, he wasn't an irresponsible man, but in reality, someone took advantage of him at the bar, slept with him, left with wonderful memories, and then left without a care!

Even if he had no intention of cheating, men are always in the wrong in such matters, both in ancient and modern times, and in all cultures, so he could only silently keep the memory to himself.

Since that incident, he has almost completely given up on Ripple training, and in just three or four years he has become this half-baked person, and finally he is no longer troubled by women's issues.

Now that he's old, it won't be easy for him to pick up the ripples again...

"Hey!"

"what?"

Joseph Joestar looked up and chuckled, "Sorry, people tend to get lost in memories when they get old... Alright, since Polnareff isn't coming, let's go have some fun by ourselves."

Don't let my current appearance fool you; I was quite the expert in this field when I was younger. I can share some useful tips with you all later!

"Then there's no need," Ye Shou declined with a smile. "I'm not interested in gambling skills."

At this moment, Avdol also spoke up: "Like Mr. Ye Shou, I'm just here to watch the fun... How about this, I'll go find Polnareff and bring him over as well. Although diligence is a virtue, being too tense isn't good. You guys go in first, Mr. Joseph."

The Egyptian soothsayer walked to the door and waved his hand: "I'll bring him over soon."

"Ugh... it's just the two of us left, what a disappointment."

Joseph traded for the chips, gave half to Ye Shou, and then enthusiastically stepped into the bustling den of debauchery.

Almost at the same time the two walked in, a man wearing a tie and suit jacket, with unusual tattoos on his face, looked up from the card table and through the crowd at them.

"Good~"

He smirked slightly, revealed his hand, and immediately caused a great deal of groans to erupt at the table.

"Royal Flush - I won!"

Chapter 139 We Stand Users Also Have Boomerangs

The old man—no, Mr. Joseph—is indeed an expert in this game, winning more than he loses in blackjack, baccarat, or Texas Hold'em.

But Ye Shou also noticed that he always placed fixed small bets and did not change his established strategy depending on whether the cards were good or bad. He remained calm regardless of winning or losing—he really just treated it as entertainment.

Many gamblers like to make excuses to cover up the fact that they are addicted, but Joseph really meant it when he said he was just playing for fun. After all, for someone who once wagered the world and went all in against the ultimate life form, ordinary games no longer put any pressure on him.

"It seems my skills haven't gotten rusty yet." Er Qiao counted his chips and nodded in satisfaction.

He turned to look at Ye Shou and asked curiously, "Aren't you going to place a bet?"

Ye Shou barely touched the chips in front of him, looking more like someone who had come to watch. If the casino on the ship hadn't been so empty of customers, someone would probably have already asked him to give up his seat.

"It doesn't seem very interesting."

The black-haired boy fiddled with a few chips in his hand, and pursed his lips: "Winning and losing, it's hard for me to feel any tension or excitement. Even if I get involved, I'll just be stirring up trouble."

"Are you a priest? You're so disciplined! Haha!"

Two Qiaos laughed heartily and patted Ye Shou on the back forcefully: "After this is over, I'll take you to Las Vegas. There happens to be a hotel under a conglomerate's name. I'll have them treat you to a royal experience. Even a monk who is ascetic would definitely fall in love with that place!"

Ye Shou could only respond with a polite smile. In reality, he possessed the "Golden Rule," which made him virtually invincible in places like casinos, which is why he tried to avoid getting involved.

Wealth, fame, and status—these were all things he was born with.

Although he often complains about his "unlucky constitution," he is also very aware of how lucky he is in a normal worldview, and this awareness prevents him from abusing his "talent."

As Kaoru Hanayama once said, having already received this favor, one should not be greedy.

Taking the "Golden Rule" to a casino and wreaking havoc... is meaningless to Ye Shou now, and would only be seen as bullying the gamblers.

Bullying other conglomerates or mad scientists like Kayaba Akihiko is entertaining, but bullying ordinary people is just tasteless.

"Let's switch to roulette, it seems more lively over there." Er Qiao chuckled and tried to pull Ye Shou to change places.

Then the two heard a pretentious voice.

"Las Vegas? That sounds so enviable."

At some point, a new gambler appeared at the side of the table. He was a seasoned player with cunning written all over his face, and despite his respectable attire, he still exuded a thuggish air.

Joseph narrowed his eyes. He knew this kind of person well; they always liked to show off their knowledge and use language to provoke or flatter others in order to achieve their goals—Joseph was like that when he was young.

However, he was much more handsome than this guy back then. You could say he was charming and elegant, not so gloomy and annoying!

“I’ve also been to Las Vegas. It truly lives up to its name as the ‘Gambling City.’ Experts from all over the world roam there like monsters from the deep sea, but they are often consumed by desire and are no different from ordinary tourists. Some people have a dreamlike night, while others lose all their memories in a hangover.”

The man exchanged a sly smile with Joseph: "But I have never lost to those mortals!"

"Oh ho~"

The two Qiaos shrugged and casually said, "That's pretty impressive."

"But even someone like me has an opponent I can't defeat no matter what. His name... well, it seems disrespectful for me to just say it out loud."

A golden chip flipped and bounced back and forth on the man's fingers with such dexterity that it seemed like magic, attracting the attention of everyone, including the dealer.

He said in a deliberately profound tone, "Yes, that sir also has beautiful golden hair as beautiful as this chip, and besides that... what's most impressive is the star-shaped birthmark on his shoulder."

"Varied--!"

Joseph's eyes widened instantly, and he stood up excitedly, staring at the other person as if facing a formidable enemy: "You mean... Dio!"

"You should be addressed with a respectful title, old man!"

Pointing at Joseph without any politeness, the gambler said seriously, "Let me introduce myself. My name is 'Darby,' and I am a follower of Lord Dio."

"They actually chased us to a place like this," Joseph said with a look of disgust. "We took precautions, but this is more annoying than the flu!"

"Hmph! Joseph Joestar, you're in luck."

Many people like me originally went to Japan, but suddenly we lost track of you all, and the only information we received was about a 'ship'...

However, it seems Lady Luck has ultimately been on my side, leading me to this ship where I met you all. This is enough to prove that I, with my extraordinary luck, am truly Dior's right-hand man!

"Tsk!"

Joseph slammed his fist on the table: "So troublesome... are you people working so hard for Dior for money or something else?"

"Money? Nobody in this world dislikes money, but I'm a gambler. For me, money is just a way to record my achievements."

When I could no longer derive pleasure from winning money, I began to seek out more thrilling bets: real estate, hands and feet, internal organs…

Darby eventually realized that only the 'soul' is a person's most important asset, and winning that is what makes a truly brilliant gambler—but that would expose his Stand ability, so we'll leave that aside.

"Lord Dior understands and supports my artistic vision."

He was also the only one... I knew I would lose badly before the game even started!

So I've decided to dedicate my life to serving Lord Dio, because only in this way can I avoid sitting across from him.

"And I would never lose a bet against anyone else!"

"A crazy guy..."

Joe's eyes were serious: If it were just for money, it would be fine, but he happened to encounter a "believer" of Dior, which made things difficult.

"Are we going to fight in a place like this?"

"Hmph~ I am an elegant gentleman, I would not do such a barbaric and crude thing."

Darby straightened his clothes and said calmly, "For me, gambling is everything. My whole life has been spent at the gambling table."

Therefore, I will also settle the outcome of our competition through a bet.

Are you kidding me?

Two Qiaos looked at him like he was an idiot: "You look like a veteran, don't you? Why would I compete with you in your area of ​​expertise?"

"Don't you want to know who's hunting you down? I have information about all Stand users in my head, even what you want most... the location of Lord Dio!"

Darby was very confident, seemingly certain that Joseph would agree.

As a professional gambler, Darby had seen countless people and could tell that Joe was also an old hand, and very confident in his skills—these kinds of people are the easiest to hook!

"Let's make a bet. If you win, I'll tell you information about the other assassins."

But if you lose, you'll lose your soul—Darby didn't say this explicitly, he just smiled slyly.

His Stand has almost no ability to fight directly, but in any form of gambling, as long as he can shake the opponent's mind and make them realize that they have "lost", he can steal their soul!

Of course, it's not to say that a simple game like rock-paper-scissors can take away all the souls at once (the sense of frustration is not strong enough), but even if only a small part of the soul is taken away, it is equivalent to a lifelong disability for the Stand user.

Could someone like that still pose a threat to Lord Dio?

snort!

What so many assassins couldn't do, Darby found to be a piece of cake!

"Alright, it's decided, Joseph Joestar!"

You would never let such a good opportunity to obtain intelligence slip by, to have a public battle with me—"

"But I refuse!"

Joseph's expression changed, and he said calmly and resolutely, "I, Joseph Joestar, have always loved saying no to those who get carried away with their success!"

"What! This is impossible!"

Darby couldn't believe his judgment had been wrong: "To you, any information about Lord Dio should be invaluable, and the situation with the assassins is also crucial to the success of your journey ahead, isn't it?"

"You seem to have some misunderstanding about my [Hermit's Purple], and if I agree... you'll be setting me up to gamble my soul!"

"!"

Darby's expression changed drastically!

The two Qiaos smiled smugly: "Your next question will be—how did you know?"

"How did you know! Ugh!"