Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

Because he knew he couldn't afford to make any wrong moves.

Thinking about this, Joseph found it difficult to calm down.

A murderous intent was stirring within him.

As the head of the Bald Eagle Corporation, Joseph has never been a naive saint.

Luo Zhen, who was standing to the side, put away the Diend gun in his hand and remained silent.

He naturally noticed Joseph's condition.

But he made no comment.

If Joseph decides to kill Diablo here, he'll just pretend he didn't see it.

After all, Diablo's crimes were enough to warrant being dragged out and shot for an hour.

"Prepare for containment."

After staring at Diablo, who was pretending to be dead, for a while, Joseph turned his head and said.

Luo Zhen nodded and began contacting the special forces soldiers to prepare for containment.

Joseph suddenly breathed a sigh of relief after watching Diablo being put into the box.

He has so many regrets about the future.

Caesar, Polnareff, Ichi, Kakyoin, Abdel, Jotaro, Xu Lun.

It always seems like I'm just a little short.

Caesar almost didn't have to die.

They were almost there to support Iggy and the others.

They were just a step away from discovering Polnareff's predicament and rescuing him.

Jolyne was almost saved from imprisonment.

This time, I will nip all potential dangers in the bud.

Clenching his fist, Joseph turned and left.

With his usual playful expression on his face, Joseph jogged to catch up with Rozen.

"Hey, did you have your eye on any of those girls from before?"

"No."

"Really? I think you would prefer this type."

"Actually, I prefer the type with broad shoulders, thick arms, thick calves, and shoulders that can support a horse."

"..."

I have a feeling you're hinting at something.

Joseph knew from Luo Zhen's suppressed laughter.

His dark past has probably been discovered.

"Ah, it's Joseph-senpai and Rozen-kun."

Sakura Hibiki and a few others who were jogging along the coast noticed it.

Ultimately, the group exchanged contact information after Shuuin Akemi took the initiative.

Looking at the new contacts on his phone, Joseph fell into deep thought.

Why is this girl looking at me so strangely?

Chapter 244 Don't come any closer!

Looking at Akemi Souin, whose expression seemed a little strange and who appeared to be restraining something, Rōma suddenly realized something.

If he remembers correctly, this Akemi Kanadein seems to be a hardcore muscle fetishist.

Her older sister is Soryuin Shion, the chairperson of the board of directors of the Imperial Sakura Girls' Academy.

As for why Luo Zhen knew this...

Because a certain Okubo once complained to him about this.

The entire Zou Liu family are hardcore muscle fetishists.

Soryuin Akemi's older sister, Soryuin Shion, knows Okubo.

I know a little about this family.

Then take a look at Joseph's muscles.

Things have become very clear.

"JOJO, I have something to do, so I'll head back first."

After saying that, Luo Zhen left the beach without looking back.

Joseph was left bewildered.

"Damn it, where am I?"

Not long after, Diablo opened his eyes in a daze.

The glaring light made Diablo squint instinctively.

In the dimly lit room, only a small incandescent lamp emitted light, illuminating the small space.

He tentatively raised his hand, and a crisp clinking sound rang out.

His hands were shackled and fixed to the table.

My mind went blank; it felt like there was a gap in my memory.

It hurts so much, I feel pain all over my body.

In his pain, Diablo slowly recalled everything that had happened before.

Stand users who wield strange powers.

And then there's the guy who pulls out a pistol from behind his back that clearly can't fit in a pocket.

Moreover, the bullets in the gun were not normal live ammunition, but a special kind of light bullet.

Caught off guard, he was severely injured.

"Is that bastard a Stand user too?"

A hoarse voice came out, and Diablo felt incredibly frustrated.

If he hadn't lost so much blood in the fight with Risotto that his mind was foggy, he might not have made such a basic mistake.

If they aren't caught immediately, they might be able to switch to Tobio to cover their tracks.

But now he can be said to be at a loss.

I have no feeling below my knees, and my upper body is weak and limp.

Even without shackles binding him here, he probably wouldn't be able to escape.

He had considered replacing him with Tobio, but it was unclear whether anyone was secretly watching.

Tobio is his last trump card, and he can't be exposed like this.

"Huh? Who is it?"

Diablo seemed to catch something out of the corner of his eye, and turned his head with some difficulty to ask.

In the darkness, a figure with long hair stood quietly in the corner.

Due to the lighting conditions, Diablo could not see very clearly.

You can only vaguely see the other person's long hair.

Seemingly noticing that Diablo had regained consciousness, the figure strode towards him.

As the figure drew closer, Diablo gradually made out its appearance.

His expression gradually turned terrified.

It was a guy wearing a red bodysuit and carrying two long swords on his back.

His overall appearance was like a character who had stepped out of a superhero movie set.

Looking up, you can see the face of a middle-aged man with a stubble beard.

Logically speaking, this face should have a lot of masculine charm.

The premise is that this guy doesn't have blond, wavy hair and wear terrible makeup.

That makeup look goes beyond being described as something a complete makeup idiot would do.

"You're awake? From now on, you're going to become a cute girl just like me."

Seeing Diablo's terrified face, Deadpool couldn't help but reveal a wicked smile.

Then, with alluring steps, she slowly approached Diablo.

"No, stay away from me!"

Diablo, who was strapped to the table, immediately began to struggle.

He had seen many people dressed in strange clothes and wearing bizarre makeup.

But this was the first time he had ever seen Deadpool's makeup, which could be described as mental pollution.

And what do you mean by "I'll turn into a cute girl"?

What do you mean by drawing your sword?!

"King Crimson!"

The somewhat ethereal Crimson King leaped out.

A punch, laced with shock and rage, landed squarely on Deadpool's chest.

"puff."

Deadpool's chest was ripped open with a huge hole.

Crimson blood stained the Crimson King's arm.

His entire body hung limply on the Crimson King's fist.

His head was bowed, and he was as still as if he were dead, the long sword in his hand falling to the ground.

Diablo, panting heavily, withdrew his fist.

He had a feeling.

If I hadn't done something, I might have lost something very important.

"It was a false alarm."

Diablo scoffed dismissively at Deadpool lying on the ground.

I thought this guy had some special skills.

But thinking about it, it makes sense; he was Emperor Diablo.

How could a normal person be his match?

He's just a nobody.

"Next, we need to figure out how to get out of this awful place."

The illusory Crimson King approached Diablo and began fiddling with the chains.

But the shackles were harder than Diablo had anticipated.

No matter what he did, he couldn't break free.

As Diablo struggled with his shackles, a figure quietly stood up.

Looking at Diablo, who had his back to him, Deadpool's smile widened even more.

Deadpool reached out and gently patted Diablo on the shoulder, and he could clearly feel Diablo's body stiffen instantly.