One Piece's Bizzare Adventure - Chapter 84
Falling into an endlessly connected space = eternal exile.
As long as the portals are not opened, “Notorious B.I.G” will remain trapped in the looped space, never able to return to the real world.
“Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles.”
Jon, well aware of the enemy’s personnel, was fully prepared for the “invincible Stand” that nearly wiped out Giorno, Bucciarati, and their team in the original timeline.
Not just the elite guard; Jon had also prepared countermeasures for the “Unapologetic Purples” squad.
(Jon: This Stand user [referring to himself] is extremely strong yet excessively cautious.)
Chocolata and Secco exchanged glances.
Both saw the shock in each other’s eyes.
Even when a stone is thrown into water, it makes a splash.
Yet, their elite guard’s trump card disappeared without a sound?
It was like getting ready with tissues, finding the perfect movie, preparing a high-fidelity one-to-one replica cup, and proudly announcing to your family as the “Arrogant Virtuoso” that you’re about to engage.
And then… nothing happens.
Very awkward, to say the least!
Chocolata’s scalp tingled as he reattached his head with mold control.
Secco stopped pretending to be dumb and quietly burrowed underground.
At this moment, Jon turned his attention to the last two members of the elite guard.
He extended a hand, a cruel smile on his lips, “Now, let’s count your sins.”
Chocolata and Secco froze.
At nine in the morning, Risotto led his men to the villa on time.
As soon as he got out of the car, something felt off.
The smell of blood at the entrance was overwhelming…
“Something must have happened last night.”
Risotto’s mind was racing, but his face remained calm.
However, the youngest member, Pesci, wasn’t so composed.
Nervously swallowing, he tugged on Prosciutto’s sleeve.
“Brother…”
“Pesci,” Prosciutto said calmly, “always remember, you are a mafioso.”
Oh, right, I am in the mafia.
Hearing this, Pesci mustered up some courage.
Illuso and Ghiaccio, the more seasoned members, chuckled inwardly.
With no maids or servants in the villa, the group knocked on the door. Without waiting for a response, they entered.
Familiar with the layout, they headed straight to the room where they met the boss yesterday. Risotto was surprised to see a few new faces alongside the boss.
Daring not to look too closely, he led his men in greeting, “Good morning, boss.”
“I’m not well,” Jon said with a sullen face, “Someone came to kill me last night. I’m not well at all.”
Well, this…
One sentence left Risotto speechless.
Jon suddenly smiled, waving it off, “Forget it, they were nobodies. Let’s talk about today’s team-building activity.”
The so-called team-building was to kill—no, annihilate—the boss of the “Passione” organization, Diavolo.
Risotto’s eyelid twitched as he concealed his emotions, “As you command.”
Jon didn’t say a word, giving Giorno a look.
Understanding, Giorno handed out prepared checks to Risotto and his men.
“What is this?”
Risotto took the check, and his eyes widened.
Wow, that’s a lot of money!
“I heard you’ve been struggling financially,” Jon chuckled, “Think of it as a little token of my appreciation.”
In the original timeline, the assassination squad earned 20 million lire per mission, which, divided among nine people, wasn’t much better than an average worker’s salary.
Doing the hardest jobs for the least pay.
That’s what these unlucky souls were doing.
Because they were poor, Formaggio and others would only dare to order coffee in high-end restaurants, Illuso had to hang around the airport for free Wi-Fi, Prosciutto rushed to kill just to evade fare…
As for Risotto not affording socks, Ghiaccio acting as an air conditioner, and Pesci being a potted plant—it’s a sad tale.
Being in the mafia and ending up like this was quite unique.
“Boss…”
Honestly, Risotto felt a twinge of gratitude.
The former boss treated you like grass; the new boss treats you like treasure.
No comparison, no harm!
Not only Risotto, but even the unruly members of the assassination squad were starting to change their views of the new boss.
If this were a dating sim, their affection levels would be high enough to go out on a date.
Giorno discreetly rolled his eyes.
Is this the mafia?
These are the people he once idolized as mafia members?
His childhood dreams shattered; Giorno found himself losing his obsession with becoming the ultimate gangster.
At the end of the day.
Jon. Joestar.
It’s all your fault!
Giorno’s gaze was sharp in the blind spot of Jon’s view.
But thinking of the lire he had earned these days…
Giorno swallowed his pride, looking sheepish.
“Now that you’ve accepted my gift, do your job well. You know I despise drugs.
“Coincidentally, there’s a department in ‘Passione’ that handles drugs.”
Jon’s fingers rhythmically tapped the table as he slowly named four individuals.
“Vladimir Kogachi, Angelica Athanasio, Vittorio Cataldi, and Massimo Volpe.”
He said solemnly, “I want them dead.”
Assassination?
We’re good at that!
Risotto’s expression turned serious, “Understood, boss.”
The six assassins also bowed respectfully, “Understood, boss!”
This is material conditions determining subjective initiative.
Workers, work spirit.
For lire, let’s take down the drug squad!
“Good. Once the job is done, there will be a generous reward,” Jon said, waving his hand. “Today’s team-building is canceled. Get to work.”
Risotto and his men felt a surge of warmth.
“Yes!”
The assassination team reluctantly arrived but left in high spirits.
Their transformation left Polnareff and Josuke dumbfounded.
Polnareff touched his spiky hair, “Unbelievable, Jon. What were you in your previous world?”
Josuke chimed in, “Yeah, Jon. At first, I thought you were just messing around, but you really can be a boss!”
Though Jotaro didn’t say anything, his ears perked up.
“I’ve been a pirate, a hero, and even a special instructor for certain organizations,” Jon said, bowing slightly.
“Of course, my main job is being the heir to a fortune. The legendary ‘Joestar Real Estate’ and the ‘Speedwagon Foundation’ belong to me, Jon Joestar, the young master.”
Their expressions: (?_?)
Damn, he pulled it off!
Jotaro adjusted his hat, “Yare yare… let’s not talk about that.”
After a pause, he asked, “When are we going to find Diavolo?”
“What’s the rush? Once Risotto and his team clip Diavolo’s last feathers, we’ll drag him out of his dark corner!”
Jon punched the air.
“Then, we can settle our scores. If you have no grudges, throw a few punches for good luck.”
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