Fighting you is like being in jail.

"Finally... finally someone investigated! I've been waiting for people like you..."

Polnareff's voice rang out instantly.

"What?! That voice is—!"

"Oh my god!"

"It's Polnareff—!"

Jotaro and the others immediately tensed up, staring wide-eyed at the tablet in Leng Chang's hand, never expecting to make contact so easily.

"Wait! That voice is—Jotaro!? And Joseph!?"

"No, impossible! How can I hear Kakyoin and Avdol's voices again!?"

"Damn it! It was a trap!"

Beep!

The call was abruptly cut off without any warning, catching everyone off guard.

After a brief silence, Jotaro and the others finally realized what was happening and sighed helplessly.

"This is troublesome." Joseph covered his face speechlessly.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..."

"Actually, it's not Polnareff's fault, after all, resurrection is something..."

"makes sense."

After calming down, the group sighed regretfully, completely at a loss for words.

Leng Chang rubbed his chin and said calmly, "It seems we can't contact Polnareff for the time being, so let's consider another issue first."

“Diavolo? But we don’t have his position right now. Do you have it?” Giorno looked at Leng Chang with a puzzled expression, his eyes flashing with seriousness and awareness.

A long time ago, Bucciarati suddenly approached him and talked about the situation in the city. After learning about Bucciarati's purpose, he resolutely chose to join.

We are now striving towards this goal.

"Not for now, after all, this is a more welcoming area, not my side."

Leng Chang smiled crookedly, showing no intention of starting a fight now. If so many people went over there, they would probably just scatter Diablo's dust, making it impossible to watch Diablo and Diablo endlessly flank from behind.

Jie Jie Jie Jie!

Kaname Madoka and Akemi Homura, standing to the side, glanced at each other speechlessly, immediately realizing that Leng Changzai was up to no good. Meanwhile, Goto Ichiri happily looked at the pizza in front of him and took pictures to send to his family.

“…”

Bucciarati, his face dark with anger, guessed that Leng Chang was about to pull off some crazy move.

"That's a problem. We've almost run out of clues."

Joseph frowned in distress, unable to think of any opportunity, and sat on the table, feeling utterly miserable. Jotaro and Josuke, however, had a glint in their eyes as they realized Diavolo's location.

"Oh, right, Diablo has a daughter! If it were back then..."

"What?! The Boss has a daughter?!" Giorno stared at Jotaro in shock. This was earth-shattering news. He quickly looked at Bucciarati, "Bucciarati, is this okay?"

“Yes… but that would involve other people.” Bucciarati raised an eyebrow and said seriously.

"I don't want to involve other people."

"Isn't this a complete dead end?" Giorno didn't continue, but instead planned to think of other solutions. He still cared a lot about the others; they were all good people.

At this moment, Leng Chang said seriously, "That's simple. Bucciarati, go tell Passion that we, Passion, are here. I believe Diavolo won't be so calm after hearing the news; he'll definitely take action. While I'm at it, I'll go and take care of those two scumbags."

“That’s fine.” Bucciarati understood Leng Chang’s meaning and nodded.

Diavolo knew that the Heat was coming, so he would naturally send his personal guards. But if his personal guards were gone, then Diavolo would probably have to go himself.

That makes things simple.

It has to be said that this is a good method.

"Then let's arrange it this way. I'll go and inform the cadres in a bit."

Bucciarati's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he spoke earnestly, his expression brimming with confidence of victory.

"Then what do we do?" Joseph stared blankly as the two arranged things, realizing that he had no way to help.

"Wait a minute! Old man, aren't you a professional at finding people?" Leng Chang realized what was happening and looked at Joseph in a daze.

This time, not only him, but also Bucciarati, Jotaro and others realized what was happening.

"OH! MY GOD! I had forgotten myself!" Joseph exclaimed dramatically, cupping his face in his hands.

“…”

"..."

"..."

In an instant, everyone present turned into JOJO with a black face, speechless and unwilling to say anything. It seemed that all the words they had just said were in vain.

But it doesn't matter!

The problem is solved.

Then Joseph ran next door and bought several high-end cameras, and then, in full view of everyone, delivered a chop to the neck.

"Hermit Purple!"

boom!

The camera on the table shattered instantly, its parts flying everywhere.

sizzle...

Then a photograph emerged from it: a silver-haired, one-eyed man in a wheelchair in the Colosseum.

......

Meanwhile, in the Colosseum.

Polnareff swung the wheels of his wheelchair forward quickly, then suddenly his pupils contracted and he turned around sharply.

There was nothing behind him.

"I knew it just now... You were looking at me, weren't you, Joseph Joestar!"

"No! Impossible! If I hadn't heard Kakyoin and Avdol's voices just now, I would probably have completely believed them."

"But unfortunately, they are dead! They will never appear!"

"It's a Stand! A Stand attack!"

"Damn Diablo, how dare he insult them!"

"You really went to great lengths to find me... but unfortunately! Kakyoin, Avdol, and Iggy were all protecting me, which allowed me to hear that impossible voice just now."

“呜

! "

Polnareff closed his eyes in grief, tears streaming down his face, and his spirits soared as he recalled the past.

"One day I will kill you, Diablo!"

With a sense of awareness, he pushed his wheelchair forward with both hands.

"OH MY GOD! What happened to Polnareff?!"

Joseph screamed the moment he saw the photo, his eyes filled with disbelief and sadness.

“Polnareff…” Jotaro stared at the photograph before him, his pupils trembling with disbelief.

"Let's find him quickly," Kakyoin said anxiously.

Jotaro nodded, summoned Star Platinum, and instantly drew the background of the photo with paper and pen.

Then a unique scene appeared.

"It's the Colosseum!"

“If it’s this location, I know it.” Bucciarati nodded and immediately recognized the location. He had investigated it before, but unfortunately Polnareff was well hidden.

"Let's not delay! Let's go!"

Joseph immediately stood up and shouted loudly, and the others nodded in affirmation.

Chapter 178 The Enemy! Damn it! The enemy! Attack!

One day later, Cairo, the Colosseum.

Polnareff was taking a walk here as usual, and it was the only place with such a wide view that he could see everything around him at a glance, especially the entrance and the stairwell leading to the stands.

After yesterday's events, Polnareff is now more vigilant than usual.

Although it's unclear how Diavolo found a Stand user who could mimic his voice, one thing is certain: we must be careful these next few days.

Once discovered, the problem will become serious.

The wind blowing through the Colosseum ruffled his tall, fashionable hair. The entire Colosseum felt like a deserted island, where he stood alone, helpless and isolated.

He didn't know if it was because he heard Kakyoin and Avdol's voices yesterday, but he seemed very sad now, and his thoughts couldn't help but return to the adventure that lasted only a dozen days twelve years ago.

"Kakyoin, Abdel, Ichi...Jotaro, Joseph."

He turned the wheels of his wheelchair with both hands and slowly walked onto the second-floor stands, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

"Polnareff".

Suddenly, Kakyoin's voice, filled with emotion and sorrow, rang out from the side.

Polnareff froze, his pupils contracting, then shook his head with a wry smile. "What's wrong with me... I'm hallucinating. Looks like I can't hold on much longer..."

“Polnareff…”

This time it was Aboudal's voice.

"I'm hallucinating again. It seems like I'm really going to collapse."

Polnareff gave a bitter smile. He didn't want to turn back, as if turning back would mean he wouldn't see anything anymore. As long as he didn't turn back, he would have a lingering thought.

"You guy..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Joseph and Jotaro's voices rang out again.

This time, Polnareff's body stiffened, a chill rising from his spine and rushing to his scalp. His eyes flashed with ferocity, and his hands swiftly spun the wheelchair.

"Silver Chariot!"

In an instant, the silver avatar flew out of the body, and while turning its wheelchair around, it launched an attack directly behind it.

There's no mistake! This time it's definitely not a hallucination!

I should have realized it sooner! We were only lured out yesterday, it seems the enemy has already arrived!

His eyes flashed with a sharp light, revealing his awareness, and he swung the silver chariot's rapier toward the position behind him.

"Oh!"

boom!

Platinum Star slammed a punch into the incoming attack, directly deflecting the attack from Silver Chariot.

"What?!" Polnareff was caught off guard and felt a jolt in his body, his mouth agape as he stared ahead.

Upon seeing who it was, he gaped wide, his pupils trembling uncontrollably.

"Yare yare daze, Polnareff...we're here to help you."

"Jotaro!!"

Sitting in his wheelchair, Polnareff stared wide-eyed in shock, his mouth agape as he cried out in disbelief.

It's Star Platinum! There's no mistake! It's not a fake!

"It's really Jotaro!" he shouted excitedly, tears of emotion streaming down his face.

"So... what was that sound just now...?"