We villains all have invincibility written on our faces

Chapter 82 May You Go to Hell

"Ola Ola Ola Ola!"

Happy moments are always short-lived. In the end, Star Platinum finally let go of Diablo and punched him in the chest. Without even trying to support himself, Diablo fell directly to the ground. After being thoroughly beaten by Star Platinum, his body was like a puddle of mud, only breathing out, no air coming in.

Due to injuries and aging, Diablo finally met his end. The substitute that controlled time was finally abandoned by time. This time he lost the protection of fate and could no longer escape.

After Ora finished, Jotaro looked at Diablo, the rage on his face did not diminish at all, but in the end he did not deliver the final blow.

"Mr. Kujo Jotaro, right? Let me do it." Krieg, who had been recording the video on the side, was supported by Koichi and limped in front of him. "You go and see Polnareff, leave this to me!"

Jotaro, who had recovered, left immediately. He had many things to discuss with Polnareff, and as for this, he would leave it to others. After all, he felt pity for the human species and could not bring himself to kill them. However, what the man who was talking to him was going to do had nothing to do with his pity.

"Boss, we meet again. It seems like every time we meet, you're in for a rough patch. That won't happen again." Krieg raised his fishing rod, the tip of which easily pierced Diablo's mouth. With his gums shattered, Diablo was unable to stop him and could only stare at him with his dying breath. He knew he would die here, and at first, he pleaded for mercy, but by the time the rod reached his palate, the last trace of pleading had faded from his eyes.

Krieg smiled. "That's right. A ruthless person like you shouldn't show any signs of weakness before your death."

"Are you going to kill him? We can call the police," Kangyi applied a little force to his hands.

"I'm a gangster. How can a gang call the police? The man in front of you ruled the Italian mafia through violence and terror. His traces can be found in every black industry. Everyone present is on his kill list, including his own daughter." Krieg signaled Kang Yi to leave and not to see what would happen next.

When Kang half-reluctantly turned around, Krieg returned his attention to Diablo, gradually increasing the strength in his hands, "Diabolo, your crimes are unmatched, your sins are unforgivable, and therefore your death is unpardonable." The fishing rod pierced Diablo's head easily like a knife through tofu. The Beach Boy dutifully transmitted the feeling to him, and Krieg did not ignore it. He felt everything until the fishing rod pierced through the back of his head with his skull shattered.

"(Goodbye, may you go to hell)."

Bucciarati, who had been keeping an eye on the other side, closed his eyes. His mission was complete. Before the final battle, he had promised to give his secret little house to Trish. Now that it was over, he had no regrets. But he finally thought of something, and he opened his eyes again, "Giorno, where are you? Everyone here needs treatment!"

【mission completed】

[Rewards have been distributed]

【Additional rewards have been issued】

[This world will end in 72 hours]

Krieg let out a long sigh and sat down on the ground. He really needed to rest for a while.

"Polnareff, Polnareff," Jotaro lifted up Polnareff's head and called his companion's name. Popo could only open one eye, and when he noticed who was in front of him, he was completely stunned, "Jotaro, how could you..."

"I found you," Jotaro held Polnareff's hand tightly.

"Jotaro, I found the existence of the Arrow," the solitary warrior didn't know what to say. At this moment, he ignored the distance of time and seemed to be ten years younger. The high-spirited young man only wanted to show off his abilities to his friends. "Well, I did not do badly, did I?"

"Of course, you always do the best."

"Really? Hahaha, cough cough," Polnareff coughed, trying to hide the tears that flowed inadvertently, "I did it."

"Of course you did."

"Wait, Giorno!" Mista shouted relentlessly, "It's only right to give Bucciarati the first treatment, and Trish the second treatment, since she's a girl after all. But why should Krieg be the third treatment? Wouldn't that make me the fourth treatment?!"

Giorno suddenly felt helpless, "It's obvious that Krieg was injured much more seriously than you. Look, you can still speak so loudly now."

The person involved, Krieg, could only roll his eyes, not only because of Mista's toughness, but also because he discovered a heartbreaking problem, which was that the mobile phone could not record the fight between the stands at all. He could only see Diablo flying in the air with a look similar to that of a man with the shiver.

"Ha, what kind of excuse is that? I'm the fourth person. Why four? No matter what the reason, I'm unlucky if I run into number four! Find me someone else to treat me quickly. I want to be the fifth one!"

"Don't be so willful at this time. After your injury is healed, there is another injured person over there!" Giorno's tone also became serious.

Mista had never seen Giorno like this before, and his momentum suddenly dropped. "Then I think we can go for the fifth one. Please be kind."

Are there some hidden agendas between these two? Krieg helped Naranja ponder. The clouds in the sky shifted in the sunlight, as if the dead were resurrected. Krieg even spotted a cloud that looked particularly like Tobio.

There is an afterlife in Jojo's world, and perhaps the dead will find a place to stay quietly.

Trish stood beside Diablo's body in a daze. She didn't say anything. Bucciarati saw Trish's lonely figure and walked up to stand with her.

"Bucciarati," Trish remained silent for a moment, sighed, and made up his mind. When he turned around, the girl's eyes were no longer confused. "The rest of my life is mine."

"Yes, Trish."

"Hmm?" Trish seemed not to hear clearly and moved his head closer to Bucciarati.

Hmm, what's going on?! Bucciarati was a little stiff. He wanted to turn his head, but Krieger was looking at him with a smile, so he turned his head back, his body even stiffer.

"Kouyi," Krieg turned his gaze away and called out intimately.

"Yes! I'm so sorry!"

"No, you don't like to apologize," Krieger sighed. "I'm telling you, don't be as stupid as that girl with the blonde hair over there when you're with girls next time."

"Yes! I understand!"

"Why are you so serious?" Krieg was even more helpless.

ps: It depends on whether this update is too early or not. I will try my best to update it today, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. I am not going to be a human anymore! jojo!

Chapter 83: Hero, Tough Guy, and Trustworthy Person

"I want the fifth one!" said the undead Mista, a hero among the Stand users.

Knowing his character, everyone didn't force him. After all, Polnareff also needed treatment, so it didn't matter who was treated first.

Krieg dragged Giorno towards Popo. If he didn't hurry up, the atmosphere between Giorno and Mista would become even more bizarre. Giorno here is a boy, don't do this! "Polnareff, Jota"

"I know what you're going to say," Jotaro suddenly stood up straight. He didn't know why he felt so palpitating at that time, but he did attack and accidentally injured a friendly soldier. "I was not thoughtful enough before. I must have caused you trouble. I am willing to accept any solution that you can accept."

No, I don't blame you. Krieg knew that this was probably a problem with the consciousness of that world. Even if it wasn't, it could be explained by the mutual attraction between Stand users. However, Jotaro has always been a person who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. Krieg decided to do something to alleviate his guilt.

"I see you look quite rich, would you mind offering me a job?"

Jotaro blinked.

"Not me, I hope you can interview him," Krieg nodded. He had an idea. Since he couldn't stay in this world, he had to leave a way out for Proshut.

"Of course," it was just a job, and Jotaro had no reason to refuse.

Krieg turned to the others, "Do you need compensation?"

"No, sir," Bucciarati said, bowing solemnly. "Whatever your motivations, your actions have helped me discover my boss's weaknesses, and for that, I should thank you."

Jotaro nodded, and when the others saw that Bucciarati had expressed his attitude, they also rejected Jotaro's proposal.

"Then that's no problem, Polnareff," Krieg turned to look at Polnareff, "Giorno is going to treat you now. Although it's a bit sudden, I want to ask, here is a plan that can allow you to walk. Are you afraid of pain?"

"Walk?" Polnareff's already excited expression became even more agitated. "You mean, I can still stand up?!"

"Yeah, if everything goes well, maybe your silver chariot can be repaired. This sweet Giorno beside me is the best at healing people's broken limbs!"

"You were going to say donuts, weren't you?" Giorno mouthed. "You healed the boss's injuries, weren't you? I mean his jaw and chest?" Krieger also moved his lips, silently hitting back.

"Of course I do. I, Polnareff, never cry out in pain. Everyone who knows me knows I'm the toughest guy in the world!" In a good mood, Bobo resumed his playful demeanor. "The word 'pain' doesn't even exist in my dictionary!"

"As for the specific treatment, Giorno can create a new leg. However, since your wound has healed, we'll have to cut the healed area again," Krieg said nonchalantly. "Don't worry, the Gold Experience will prevent the wound from getting infected, and my fishing line can be used as a saw if you have enough strength. I believe this Jotaro-san's Stand can provide enough power."

Polnareff broke out in a cold sweat on the spot. He glanced at Giorno who was transmitting life energy to him. Giorno felt his gaze and gave him a kind smile in return.

No, no, no, no, I think I need a doctor's treatment, I think I need anesthesia, even tough guys need gentle treatment!

"Josuke's Crazy Diamond can also heal this injury. There is no need to use such a painful method." Now Koichi's status in Polnareff's heart is simply an angel. Although I don't know what Crazy Diamond is, I, Polnareff, agree with this plan!

"Let me do it," Bucciarati summoned his steel-chain fingers in front of everyone, and then unzipped Polnareff's leg. "My steel-chain fingers can open the zipper directly, without the need for a saw. It will be much less painful that way."

"Yes, I like this!" Polnareff affirmed.

It's just a zipper, my image is saved. Polnareff breathed a sigh of relief. "I never thought that there would be a day when I could walk freely. Thank you again. Wow, it hurts!"

Bucciarati, who was pulling apart the other leg, was stunned for a moment, then realized, "Sorry, we have to separate the necrotic flesh after pulling it apart, otherwise we can't reassemble it."

"Shouldn't it be just a matter of pulling it apart?!" Polnareff, rejuvenated, leaned forward, his exaggerated expression a sly delight. "That's not what you said!"

But you said you are not afraid of pain. Bucciarati blinked his eyes. He realized that he was surrounded by people who were willing to work hard and play one-for-one to the extreme. His common sense was different from that of most people.

"Don't be willful," Star Platinum lifted Polnareff up, "It will be cured soon. The old man can't even speak clearly now. Before he gets too old, I want to take you to see him."

"No no no no, I need anesthesia! It hurts!!!"

That's great! The beauty of this world is that it allows experienced warriors to become funny from time to time. Krieg stretched and then lowered his head to check his rewards.

[Task Evaluation: Good (The Gate Master wants you to spread chaos)]

[You obtained the totem creature: Falcon]

[You obtained the magic scroll: Chaos Meteor (Galalon's Abyssal Core, Tarak's Skyfall Fire)]

You have obtained the Fang of the Faceless

[Currently Held Items: Human Soul Fragments*3, Mercury Totem: Human, Totem Creature: Falcon, Magic Scroll: Chaos Meteorite, Fang of the Faceless]

"I seem to have seen some remarkable comment?" Krieg hadn't considered it carefully when Mista's cry interrupted his thoughts.

"Look at me, I'm still bleeding. It's not just him who's in pain, I'm in pain too!" Mista screamed. Except for Giorno who went to save him, everyone else was busy with their own things.

Outside the Colosseum.

"Speaking of which, Leo Abbazi, there seems to be no sound in the Colosseum. Should we go check it out?"

"If you want to go, go by yourself. Since Bucciarati asked me to stay outside, I won't go." Abbacchio raised his head with noble and cold eyes and rejected Prosciutto's proposal.

As long as Bucciarati resolves the battle, he will naturally call me!

By the way, when everyone remembered that there were two people outside the Colosseum, these two people had been standing in the open space to guard against possible attacks and were almost cooked by the sun.

Chapter 84 The End and the Future

"I can walk now!" Polnareff's face was pale, but he couldn't suppress the excitement on his face. "[Silver Chariot]!" The restored silver-white stand stood behind him, waving his right arm and performing a few rounds of sword moves, then majestically sheathed the sword. "Wahahahaha, I, Polnareff, am back. As expected, God won't let such an outstanding person like me leave!"

Why didn't I notice you were talking so much just now? No, I should have known it earlier. Jotaro and Krieg, the only two people who understood Polnareff's personality, sighed at the same time, and then their eyes met again.

"I didn't expect you to have such a good relationship with him," Jotaro spoke first. If everyone hadn't seen with their own eyes how violent he was just now, everyone would probably think he was a polite gentleman.

"Maybe it's better," Krieg scratched his head. Without hair, he looked like a bully threatening passersby. "But I also feel very familiar with Mr. Jotaro. I always feel like I'll see you again at some point. Of course, the same goes for little brother Koichi."

"Hey, I'm an adult now, why do you all think I'm the little brother? I'm not younger than you! I'm much older than Giorno!"

Because you're short. You're running out on a set where the average height is 1.80 to 1.90 meters. You can't blame others for thinking that. Is your Saiyan hairstyle simply to look taller? Krieg discovered his blind spot.

"SHIT," a certain quality stand-in summed it up.

"Come to think of it, it's been almost half an hour since it ended." Krieg looked at the noisy scene and suddenly noticed that two people were missing. "Could it be that Big Brother and Apache are still out there?!"

"I don't want to wear a suit anymore," Prosciutto drank three glasses of cold beer before he came to his senses. On the other side, Abbaki didn't make any big moves, but he looked a little darker and sat on the stool with a stern face.

"Okay, now that everyone's here, let's talk about the Passion Organization," Bucciarati clapped his hands, motioning for everyone to come closer. "The boss is dead, but the Passion Organization still exists. So, who will take over as the boss?"

After listening to Bucciarati's words, Jotaro pulled Koichi back. "Mr. Jotaro, they are not going to do anything bad, are they?" Koichi said with a terrified look on his face. "Should we stop them?"

"No, little brother," Polnareff placed his hand on Koichi's shoulder, "Don't worry, they are all warriors with golden spirits. I believe they will make the best choice."

"I'm not a little brother!"

"I'm the first to withdraw. Not only from the race for the boss position, but I'm also quitting the gang," Krieg was the first to express his stance. He had absolutely no desire for power. Even if he didn't leave this world, he had no interest in ruling a gang. "Right now, no one knows the boss's identity. Diablo has always had a single line of communication with his subordinates. Now everyone who knew his identity is dead. Now, if someone claims to be the boss, the chaos can end. You decide."

"I don't want to either. I know myself well. I'm not cut out to lead others. I'd rather just be a subordinate," Mista said next. "I give up, but I recommend Bucciarati."

Abbacchio nodded, "I vote for Bucciarati too."

Prosut was busy drinking beer. When he saw the others looking over, he slammed his glass on the table and said, "You decide. I don't want to be a gangster anymore. I don't want to live in fear just to make a little money. I want a peaceful life."

"Then it seems like it can only be you," Giorno looked at Bucciarati, "This is everyone's hope."

"No, I recommend Giorno!" Bucciarati retorted, "It's not out of selfishness, but because my face is too famous. Have you ever considered that I'm different from Giorno? I've been active in the mafia for a long time. The reason we opposed the boss in the beginning was because of his drug trafficking. Since Giorno brought it up first, let Giorno continue on this path!"

"Well, then let's go with Giorno," Mista said without any concern. "We're all family anyway, so it doesn't matter who it is."

"What? How can you give it to this kid?!"

"Abbazi, be more realistic. Your relationship has improved," Mista scratched his armpit impatiently with the muzzle of the gun, and then apologized hurriedly amid the protests of the stand-in.

"Hmph, I won't admit you!" Abbacchio turned his head away. Bucciarati could see that although he said no, he was very honest in his heart, so he smiled and shook his head.

"Then it's Giorno."

They all listen to you. No matter who is the boss, it’s always you, the number one female lead, Bucciarati. Krieger rolled his eyes in his heart.

"I will monitor your behavior," Jotaro Kujo also stated his attitude, "The SPW Foundation and I will help you sort it out, and we will also monitor any of your outrageous actions."

"So are you done talking? Let's go have some barbecue!" Krieg didn't care about that. He was starving.

"Oh~oh!" Polnareff was the first to respond. "Speaking of barbecue, we French have experience. And... and..."

The outgoing Polnareff didn't understand the atmosphere at all and started his speech incessantly. He also pulled the impatient Jotaro to ask him to agree with him that what he said was right. Jotaro simply pushed his hat down and pretended not to hear what he said.

It was a good ending for the confrontation between justice and evil, but according to the routine of action movies, it was still lacking a kiss scene at the end. Krieg rolled his eyes and had an idea.

He walked straight up to Trish. "Hello, your name is Trish, right? It's a little awkward to say this, but I still have to say that humans, as animals, can suddenly become timid when faced with happiness, because grasping happiness actually requires more courage than enduring pain. Bucciarati is a good man, although his past is full of darkness, but doesn't that mean he needs light to save him?"

"Who are you? Do I need you to teach me a lesson?" Trish blushed and firmly rejected Krieg's proposal, but after hesitating for a while, he suddenly stomped his feet and walked straight towards Bucciarati, looking like he was going to kill someone.