Fighting you is like being in jail.

Bang-!

RPG rushed straight to Jokorat's position, and even if he wanted to run away, he couldn't escape at that moment.

"You, you've really gone too far—!"

Boom!

Flames erupted in the hospital corridor, and thick black smoke billowed all around.

A real man never looks back at a bombshell photo. Leng Chang, stylishly carrying a launch pad, turns around as the shockwave from the explosion whips his tracksuit around, standing resolute in the wind.

Just then, Joseph and the others, who had been alerted by the explosion, caught up.

They split into two groups from the beginning: one went to find Secco, and the other went to find Jokorat.

"Leng Chang, are you alright!?"

"What happened? Why did it explode?!"

They nervously looked down the corridor, only breathing a sigh of relief when they saw Leng Chang standing there, carrying the transmitter.

Then his eyes widened in shock.

"OH! MY GOD! RPG?!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..."

"You can even get your hands on RPGs?! No wonder you're a national gangster!"

"too strong!"

"They did what we couldn't do so easily!"

Joseph, Jotaro, Kakyoin, Josuke, and Avdol expressed their admiration, feeling reassured by such strong teammates.

"Yabei! Run! The commotion has alerted the police!"

Leng Chang realized what was happening and quickly leaned against the supermarket next door, shouting loudly before running outside without looking back.

The others chased after Leng Chang as he fled the scene, giving the police no chance.

The next day, at noon

Polnareff House

The group sat down together again to discuss the next steps, but Bucciarati looked unwell, especially when he thought about what happened yesterday, which gave him a headache.

"Wasn't this supposed to be an assassination? How did it turn into such a huge commotion?" He looked at Leng Chang, who exuded leadership qualities, mainly because the matter was too big to be suppressed.

Giorno couldn't help but nod, sipping his tea and saying, "Indeed, it's huge. Do you know how shocked I was when I heard about it? It's an RPG!"

Leng Chang smiled confidently, his expression full of certainty.

"...

Bucciarati silently picked up his coffee and took a sip, though his hand holding the coffee was trembling slightly.

You're the prison warden, if you say it's okay, then it's okay...

He silently murmured to himself, trying to calm his emotions.

"But speaking of which... how did you get your hands on those weapons?"

Joseph looked at Leng Chang with curiosity, his eyes full of doubt. Even the SPW consortium had some trouble getting their hands on it; it was easy to find in the US, but the difficulty lay in transporting it out.

His question was shared by everyone else; they all looked at Leng Chang with curiosity.

Even someone as strong as Mista has a gun that's in high demand. Generally speaking, Italy doesn't lack guns, but with a Stand, there are very few firearms available, and ultimately, it's too easy to track him down.

As for RPGs, forget about them.

"Hehehehe!" Leng Chang laughed evilly, raising his hands and opening them towards Homura Akemi: "Cheer up! This is all thanks to our Arms Queen, the Hot Alien Arms Executive, Homura Akemi!"

"Uh?"

"Ok?"

"How did you do it?"

Immediately, everyone asked questions out of curiosity, which made Homura Akemi blush a little, as it was a bit embarrassing.

However, under everyone's watchful eyes, she still spoke up, glancing awkwardly to the side as she said, "I ran to the military base to get it after I stopped time."

Oh my god!

"What?!? You can actually do that?!"

"Unbelievable! I never thought a Stand could be used like this!"

"Jotaro, look at him! Your time stop is nowhere near as good as his."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..."

Everyone felt envious upon receiving the answer; a longer time stop meant being able to do whatever you wanted, making Jotaro's two-second time stop seem rather pathetic in comparison.

Even someone as strong as Jotaro, who could easily handle bullets, suddenly found himself completely without an advantage.

"Wait! Can we use it!?" Josuke looked at Homura Akemi with shining eyes, his smile more excited than ever before.

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up, and they all turned to look at Homura Akemi.

As a result, Leng Chang stepped forward with a wicked grin, rubbing his fingers expectantly.

"Welcome to the amazing shop of the Hot One! What would you like? The prices are absolutely fair!"

Instantly, the table was filled with all kinds of firearms, from pistols to RPGs.

"You... well, never mind. Fine, I'll just spend the money."

"You guys are really good at business."

"Bucciarati! These are all good stuff! Do we have the money?"

"Gioruno... never mind, I'll pay for it if you buy one."

"I love you dearly, Bucciarati!"

Giorno clutched his chest, deeply moved, his face beaming with gratitude. He genuinely appreciated Bucciarati's concern and felt a sense of gratitude towards him as a kind older brother.

Then everyone started frantically buying, and the scene was just like a wet market.

Leng Chang suddenly realized something and blinked in bewilderment.

I'm not short of money, why would I sell these things?

Wow! He's lost a tooth!

He sat down in his chair, pounding his chest and stamping his feet, feeling as if he were choking, more distressed than ever before.

"Leng Chang? What's wrong?" Kaname Madoka noticed that Leng Chang was unable to speak due to discomfort and blinked her eyes with concern as she asked.

"Wow! What a loss. I'm not short of money, why would I sell these things..." Leng Chang said, on the verge of tears.

Joseph, who was standing to the side, was even happier to hear this. He was more pleased to see Leng Chang get his comeuppance than anything else.

"We bought this, you can't take it back. Hehe!"

"It's impossible to take it back! There's no reason for us at Reyi to take things back in business. This is a matter of reputation and our bottom line. There are rules to follow in doing business."

Although Leng Chang was unhappy, he showed no intention of taking it back.

Josuke and Giorno, being the youngest, were filled with excitement as they looked at the guns in their hands. Giorno nodded thoughtfully; although he wasn't good at them, one could never have too many weapons to save their life.

However, after his initial surprise, Josuke realized a problem: "Akira! I can't bring this back to Japan! And I won't be able to use it after I get back..."

"Oh dear, it's best not to use it if you don't have to. Just enjoy it for now."

"Yes, that's right. Wow! That's awesome!"

Josuke stopped thinking about other things and looked at the pistol in his hand with a happy expression, like a child who had received a toy.

After a while, everyone calmed down.

Leng Chang took a deep breath and looked seriously at the people around him, saying:

"So let's prepare to face Diablo. Should we go straight for him, or lure him over?"

Polnareff frowned upon hearing this, and after thinking for a moment, said, "Regarding this... we must ensure that Jotaro gains the upper hand. I think a direct surprise attack would be more prudent."

"Are you confident, Jotaro?" Joseph looked at Jotaro seriously.

“Not too many…” Jotaro frowned with some difficulty, “Don’t forget that Diavolo also has the ability to foresee… This ability allows him to see who will launch a sneak attack.”

"SHIT! How can there be such an invincible Stand, and it even has two abilities... What do we do?" Joseph said through gritted teeth in distress.

Leng Chang's eyes flashed with a wicked glint as he grinned, "Now it's time to hand it over to our invincible Pochi-chan!"

"Eh! Me, me?" Goto Ichiri, who was eating snacks, was startled and completely bewildered.

“That’s right! You, go and take down Diablo.” Leng Chang pointed at Goto Ichiri and said confidently.

"Hiccup...hiccup!" Goto Ichiri was so frightened that he trembled and almost choked, hiccuping incessantly.

"Sigh... I'm a little worried." Joseph looked at Goto Ichiri with a worried expression. Such a young child was actually leading the charge.

Leng Chang, however, was not worried at all, and continued:

"Now for the important part: our core consists of Josuke, Madoka, and Giorno. As long as the three of them are alright, we can have unlimited sustain. We need to divide the battlefield into three parts."

"oh?'

"Porch in the front row lures Diavolo, while Jotaro, Avdol, Homura Akemi, and I in the middle row seize the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, and then support Porch."

“What about the others?

"The others will act as rescuers. If anyone in the first two rows is injured, they will be immediately dragged to the back row for treatment. Even if they die on the spot, they will be brought back to life. As long as Diablo doesn't run away, we can wear him down."

"Hiss... It's hard to believe that Diablo is someone we have to deal with like this. If we didn't know his abilities... it's unimaginable."

Joseph felt the pressure, his scalp tingling as he grimaced. The arrangement alone showed just how dangerous Diablo was.

"Yes, yes, that's a good arrangement. The only problem is the core guards. I think Homura Akemi is the best person to protect the core; she can lead everyone to escape."

Jotaro said with absolute certainty, his eyes gleaming.

Polnareff pondered for a moment before speaking:

“I can go to the front and drag Diablo away, after all, I’ve fought him before.”

Then Avdol added, "As for me... although I'd like to be in the front, I'll support from the back and protect the rear."

“There aren’t enough people in the front row… Leng Chang, are you going to the front row too? Three people can carry one, so even if someone gets injured, there will be time to move them.”

Kakyoin looked at Leng Chang seriously, feeling that this made things much safer and increased the margin for error.

"Okay." Leng Chang nodded.

"And the range of the battle... Try to keep it within ten meters. My green harem is only ten meters away. Once it leaves this range, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to get there immediately."

Kakyoin spoke earnestly, his eyes flashing with seriousness.

"Alright! It's decided! Let's move out! This time, we must eliminate Diablo!"

Joseph slammed his fist on the table and roared with unprecedented force.

......

Naples, streets.

Tobio was carrying a small suitcase as he walked along the road. He had just received a call from Diablo informing him of the attack on the Royal Guard.

Judging from the traces, it must be the revenge of the Heat Monster!

After the assassination squad was wiped out in Japan, there was no reason for Hot Yi not to retaliate. Moreover, the two sides had several more skirmishes on the border of America, resulting in the loss of a lot of eggs.

What angered Diablo even more was that these guys from the Heat Monsters weren't just smuggling eggs, they were even smuggling watermelons!

Although this fruit is not expensive in America, when you think about the price of watermelons in a certain Eastern country, and compare them... isn't this more profitable than eggs?

Moreover, the core of the Hot Ones is Japanese rice, which is an area that Hot Ones cannot touch. No matter how much the egg smuggling is destroyed, it cannot damage the core of Hot Ones.

Passion is different; in Italy, its core appeal is like an anesthetic—something that almost instantly kills. Compared to a direct confrontation, a more stable approach is far more reliable.

Now Tobio has to deal with the enthusiastic group that has arrived in Italy; that's his current task.

On the sidewalk leading towards the suburbs, a petite, trembling girl in a pink tracksuit walked towards him, looking at him with fear.

Huh? Why is she looking at me like that?