Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

It's as if it never existed.

There was no response when I tried to contact them online.

They would only reply with a word or two after a long time, and they always seemed to be in a hurry.

Fortunately, this is how he usually is, so the people in the class weren't too surprised.

"Hey Luo Zhen, are you just going to stay cooped up in the research institute like this?"

"Irena, who was standing behind Luo Zhen, asked."

These past few days, she's seen Luo Zhen staying in the research institute from morning till night, not knowing what he's busy with.

During that time, there was one containment mission, and they returned very quickly.

There was absolutely no dragging things out.

Even that guy named Asukai Kiki was like that.

Only Joseph is the one who goes out partying most of the time.

"Hey buddy, do you know which bar is the best around here?"

"How would I know such a thing?"

Joseph dismissively slapped Deadpool's hand away, and said speechlessly.

Although he also has a somewhat mischievous personality, he's completely different from Deadpool, okay?

He can be a bit mischievous at times.

But Deadpool is made entirely of skin.

I feel uncomfortable if I don't do something productive every day.

And that nasty mouth is really annoying.

"Don't be so formal."

Deadpool, unfazed by the slap in the face, casually picked up a can of coffee and started drinking.

"This is my coffee!"

"I know, that's why I drank so fast, burp~"

Deadpool, who even burped after finishing his drink, said matter-of-factly.

If this were his own coffee, wouldn't he be more careful with it?

He only drinks so heartily when he's drinking other people's coffee or alcohol.

"JOJO, we have a mission."

Just as Joseph and Deadpool were arguing, a disheveled man appeared on the beach of Chiba Sea.

"Damn it, that damned Risotto."

Clutching his wound, the man with a pink, moldy octopus-like head panted heavily.

His name is Diablo.

The 'passionate' boss of the Italian Mafia.

Unlike leaders who want the whole world to know them when they go out, Diablo is extremely low-key.

He never shows his true face and always contacts his subordinates via email.

Moreover, this guy is extremely stingy.

Not only do they not pay wages, but they also make it cash on delivery for items they send.

When I travel, I stay in small hotels.

Normal people simply cannot understand why Diablo built up his 'passion' and single-handedly made it so big.

Because it really makes no sense.

But this was not without meaning for Diablo.

Some people are born to love seeing the world burn.

Diablo felt immense satisfaction every time he witnessed the enthusiasm that had practically taken over the entire country.

He is the eternal emperor in the darkness.

But a few days ago, his rule was challenged.

Bucciarati, who was originally extremely loyal to him, has turned against him. According to the intelligence, it seems to be because of a brat named Giorno Giovanna.

Having joined the organization only a short time ago, he managed to turn Bucciarati against them; this guy is definitely a dangerous factor.

The fact that everyone in Bucciarati's squad, except for Fugo, betrayed him was already a significant blow to Diavolo.

After all, there aren't many Stand users who are both capable and loyal.

As a result, the assassination team later defected.

This gave him an even bigger headache.

The only saving grace was that the team that made the powder did not rebel.

"where is this place?"

Diablo, who was lying quietly on the beach, didn't notice his current situation for quite a while.

Although both were by the sea, these two seas are completely different.

"Is it the power of a Stand?"

Despite the pain radiating from his body, Diablo cautiously surveyed his surroundings.

They will retreat at the slightest sign of trouble.

There's nothing there...

Frowning, Diablo seemed to spot Japanese writing on a wooden sign.

Is it an illusion?

Why did he come to this place?

Incomprehensible.

Even if it's a Stand, its abilities are too exaggerated.

Get him from Italy to Japan or something.

"somebody is coming!"

Noticing the commotion on the shore, Diablo abruptly pulled his head back.

Because of the rocks along the coast, Diablo was able to hide himself well behind the boulders.

"How many women are there?"

Through the gaps between the boulders, Diablo could see several women on the beach.

To be precise, it was three girls and one woman.

"Dangerous creatures are present in the sea; swimming is prohibited..."

The girl in front of the wooden sign read aloud the contents of the warning sign.

The expressions on their faces immediately became incredibly interesting.

"That explains why there's no one here even though it's peak season."

Sakura Hibiki said somewhat dejectedly.

I originally planned to have a good time here, but this is what happened.

In her original plan, she should be playing freely in the sea right now, and maybe even meet some handsome guys.

She dedicated a significant amount of time each week to fitness in preparation for this day.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault for not doing my research properly before coming here."

Wearing a sun hat, Akemi Kanade put her hands together in front of her chest and said apologetically.

She was the one who suggested coming to the beach, and she also chose the location.

But I never expected this to happen.

"Ah, actually, we both have a problem too. We were too excited when we came and didn't do any research."

"Just like Hibiki Sakura, Ayaka Uehara has wheat-colored skin," she said.

Beside the three, a mature woman remained silent.

Her name is Rimi Tachibana, the teacher of these three girls.

Encountering students at the beach was already an awkward situation, but the current situation made her even more depressed.

"Is it a Stand user? It doesn't seem so."

Diablo, crouching behind the boulder, pondered and quickly ruled out the possibility that these people were Stand users.

The reason is simple: these women were dressed too plainly.

His hairstyle was nothing special.

There was not a single characteristic of a Stand user visible on his body.

'In that case...'

Diablo squinted, as if he had thought of something.

His muscles were taut, like a cheetah poised to pounce.

Even after confirming that the other party was not a Stand user, Diavolo remained cautious, and would immediately delete time and escape if anything unusual happened.

Just as Diablo was about to make his move, a burly man came into his line of sight.

Good afternoon, ladies.

With his feet sinking into the soft sand, Joseph greeted the four with a grin.

Chapter 241 Diablo Remains Motionless

With a face full of reluctance and exhaustion, Luo Zhen silently watched as Joseph stepped forward to talk to a few people.

Why did this guy have to bring me along?

After muttering a few helpless complaints to himself, Luo Zhen quickly caught up with Joseph.

Although things seem calm here for now, who knows what might happen next?

Deadpool had originally been clamoring to come, but after hearing that the lab needed a volunteer for a powerful hair growth serum, he rushed over like a shot.

The D-level personnel who were originally planned to be assigned were shoved back into the cell as soon as they stepped out.

Are you making fun of me?

The man with the number D-4322 said with a blank expression.

Are you guys making me out here because you think I'm too颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of listlessness, apathy, or apathy) since I'm lying in bed all day?

And it really is only two steps to walk to either side, right?

I haven't even taken the third step yet!

The personnel in charge glanced at D-4322 but offered no explanation.

His job is to keep an eye on these people.

"This guy is definitely a Stand user!"

The moment Diablo saw Joseph, he immediately abandoned the idea of ​​taking action.

His unruly hairstyle, unconventional clothing, and the fact that he was wearing a scarf even in the middle of summer practically screamed "Stand user" on his face.

At least that's how Diablo sees it.

In contrast, the seemingly unmotivated kid in the back is definitely not a Stand user.

Tch, boring fashion sense.