The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

Jon didn't care.

Who says restaurants can’t shout out?

Fault!

It's just a place to eat, why do so many rules come from?

Besides, why would one deliberately go to such a mixed place, just to find trouble?

Sure enough, after Polnareff made a fuss for a while, he soon attracted a few men in cheap suits.

Glancing at the three men, the scarred man in the lead sneered.

"Outlander, Blackwater Docks is not a place for you to come."

"Oh? I don't understand what you mean."

Jon looked at Polnareff in a puzzled manner, "Popo, do you understand?"

"don't know."

Polnareff was also an old hand at this, and he understood what was going on just by looking at Jon's expression.

"Or, let's go. These people look so fierce."

"Pfft, cough, cough, cough."

The two of them sang in unison, and Abdel almost burst out laughing.

Fortunately, he braked in time and coughed a few times on purpose to cover up his embarrassment.

"Tsk, a bunch of country bumpkins who have never seen the world."

The scarred man muttered something and pulled out a folding knife from his suit pocket like a magician.

"Don't blame me for not giving you a chance. Hurry up and leave your valuables behind, and the three of you can get out of here."

robbery.

And it was a robbery in broad daylight.

The other people in the 'Sea Snake' restaurant acted as if they didn't see anything and continued to eat and drink.

Jon gave Polnareff and Abdul a look, asking them to stay calm.

Coming back to his senses, he leaned back in his chair and said in a relaxed tone: “Brother, this is not good. Although I am a foreigner, I have friendships with the people here.

You know, that's my friend's gang."

Ok?

The scarred man was stunned, with a hint of fear on his face.

"Do you know anyone who's 'passionate'?"

"of course."

Jon nodded.

"Oh, you better not lie to me. It's hard for liars to survive in this dock."

The scarred man put away his folding knife, said something coldly, and left the restaurant with his little brother without looking back.

After the gangsters disappeared, Polnareff asked curiously, "Jon, you just..."

“Yes, I did it on purpose.

Just wait, the person we are looking for will probably show up in a while."

Jon gave a mysterious smile.

"You guys, it turns out you have planned everything in advance."

Polnareff gave a thumbs up, "Great, you are worthy of being my best friend."

"Just average."

Jon waved his hand modestly.

How could he know any strategy? He was just relying on the foresight of a time traveler.

"So, the whereabouts of 'Arrow' is in the so-called 'Passion' organization."

Abdel was a smart man and deduced the truth of the matter from just a few words.

Jon was about to nod.

Suddenly, a childish voice sounded in everyone's ears.

"Gentlemen, you better leave as soon as possible."

Following the sound, they saw a kid with a bowl-cut haircut looking at them calmly.

"Scar Vanko will definitely tell the real Enthusiasts about this. When they come to your door, you will be dead."

Bruno Bucciarati, who was wearing an apron, kindly reminded them, "You still have three minutes to escape. Don't waste time."

"Hey, kid, how old are you?"

Polnareff picked up a piece of steak and handed it to Bucciarati.

"Take it and eat it. Remember, don't eavesdrop when adults are talking."

"Well."

Jon clearly saw the surge in Bucciarati's throat.

But the obedient child did not take the steak, but turned and walked into the kitchen.

"Now, you only have two minutes left."

"Tch, you're not a cute little brat."

Polnareff muttered something, stuffed the steak into his mouth, and asked vaguely: "Jon, can you tell me who the enemy is this time?"

"His name is Diablo, his stand is called 'Scarlet King', and his abilities are time deletion and predicting the future."

Meeting his good brother's eyes, Jon couldn't help but think of what happened to Bobo in his original destiny.

Blind, broken legs, and lost physical body.

What a miserable word.

"Wow! Another time-department stand-in!"

After listening to John's introduction, Polnareff and Abdel felt their lips dry.

Although the last vampire who played with time had been beaten to death by them.

But ask yourself, if it weren't for the two main Cs, Jhun and Jotaro, they would never be able to defeat Dio Brando alone.

Time deletion, predicting the future?

It's so hard to bear.

"Don't worry, I will take care of everything."

Unlike Polnareff and Abdul, Jon seemed very confident.

To some extent, 'Time Deletion' is a lower-level substitute for 'Time Stop' and is not that difficult to deal with.

After all, 'Crimson King' is a melee stand, not only does it have a range of E, but it also has a durability of E. As long as he strikes first, Diablo won't have time to 'predict the future'.

Victory will definitely belong to them!

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Chapter 14 What Bucciarati saw...

Chapter 14: What Bucciarati saw.

"You are so brave, kid! You dare to slack off during work hours!"

The bearded chef did not let Bucciarati go just because he was young, and slapped him in the face.

Snapped!

Bucciarati's face swelled visibly.

But he dared not say a word.

Because his current job as a kitchen helper was something his fisherman father had worked hard to get for him.

"If I see you doing something meaningless again, I'll break your legs!"

The chef snorted coldly and turned to the stove.

Bucciarati gritted his teeth, walked silently to the pool full of sea fish, and continued to deal with the tedious work of descaling.

Hey~

I don’t know whether those three idiots from other places have left.

Daring to cause trouble at Blackwater Dock under the name of the 'Passion' organization, isn't this courting death?

The children of the poor are in charge early.

Although only eight years old, Bucciarati already understood a lot.

One of them is that you must never provoke gangsters.

Meanwhile, the restaurant's front door.

"boom!"

The glass door was ruthlessly kicked open and shattered into spider-web-like cracks.

Luca covered his left eye and led his men into the restaurant expressionlessly.

Glancing at everyone in the restaurant, he spoke in a gloomy tone, "I heard that someone here is using our organization's name to swindle people. Who is it? Come out now and don't force me to do it."

The "Passion" organization is notorious. Even though it has only been established for a year, it has already firmly established its foothold in Naples. No ordinary person would dare to provoke it.

No one dared to talk.

Luca wiped the tears from his cheeks and was about to say something.

Suddenly, a hand was raised casually.

"Here, the person you are looking for is here."

Oh my god, what a fool!

The other people in the restaurant were stunned.

Brother, have you never seen what a black hand is?

So brave!

Not only the people in the restaurant, but even the people in the kitchen put down their work and rushed to the door to peek at the situation outside.

Bucciarati bit his lip, wiped his hands on his apron, and tiptoed out, just in time to see Luca walking towards the three strangers.

He sighed silently.

If you do evil in heaven, you can still live.

Self-inflicted sin, do not live!

Who told you not to run?

“They are all new faces.”

Luca pulled over a chair and sat at Jon's table.

Glancing at the three people, he crossed his legs, "So, who is the person who has connections with our 'Passion' organization?"

Jon had an impression of this gangster leader who was always crying.

In the original world line, more than ten years later, he would become a small boss who managed taxis at the exit of Naples Airport and collected protection fees, and then he would be killed by Giorno Giovanna using a substitute, and die in anger.

"As for me, I know your boss."

Jon smiled.

After a pause, he said meaningfully: "We are old acquaintances."