The young man didn't seem like an ordinary young man.
Dazzling blond hair, crimson eyes, pale skin that looked bloodless. He seemed to have been running for a long time, sweat streamed down his forehead, and his crimson eyes reflected a color familiar to Polnareff.
Polnareff looked at him in surprise.
"Hoo…hoo…"
Johnson took several deep breaths. Seeing Polnareff's surprised expression, he had already simulated in his mind several times how to gain Polnareff's trust and obtain the arrow.
Polnareff, I finally see you! Johnson quickly looked up and immediately saw the arrow held tightly in his hand—
Finally, I am finally going to touch it.
Johnson watched as Polnareff frowned, a dangerous glint in his eyes. He saw Johnson's gaze fall on the arrow and immediately put it away.
Johnson knew that Polnareff had misunderstood him just by looking at the arrow. He merely wanted to go eat some ramen, but his adoptive father saw him as a famished lone wolf.
Polnareff squinted his one remaining eye, and Johnson's familiar face was reflected in his purple pupil. In Johnson's eyes, his body was broken, and as a glorious knight, he had completely lost his legs.
One second, Johnson was thinking about the arrow; the next, he was wondering if Giorno could make this silver-white knight stand again.
He was originally a JOJO fan, moved by Polnareff's battles. Although returning home was his primary goal, saving Polnareff would, of course, also be good.
"Hello, sir, I am from the Assassination Team…" Johnson revealed what he thought was a friendly smile, then began walking up the stairs.
"Stop!" Polnareff shouted loudly, suspicion and killing intent evident in his purple eye.
Oh no, his villainous charm was working its magic again. Villainous charm is most effective on people who are sensitive, timid, cautious, weaker than oneself, and naturally evil.
Clearly, as Johnson's strength grew, this villainous aura would continue to increase.
Polnareff, seasoned in countless battles and rich in experience, was overly sensitive to killing intent, especially now that he held the arrow. He had guarded the arrow for too long; it was his only hope and what he considered his sole mission.
To deliver the arrow into the hands of someone who can control it correctly.
He was very sensitive now.
"I am the nephew of Risotto, the leader of the Assassination Team…"
"I told you to stop! Get down!" Silver Chariot appeared behind him, shimmering with silver-black light under the sunlight.
Johnson Joffrey raised his hands, signaling he was harmless, maintaining a smile under pressure, and began to silently descend the stairs, reaching the landing at the turn.
"I am Risotto's nephew. I've contacted you online before."
Polnareff scrutinized Johnson Joffrey, still saying nothing.
"I'm here to retrieve the 'hope of defeating Diavolo' you spoke of."
Polnareff found this young man quite unlikeable. From the moment he saw him, his gaze fell upon the arrow, and that greedy look reminded him of someone very familiar.
Blonde hair, red eyes, pale skin—if one were to specifically imagine that person, he seemed quite similar.
However, it was broad daylight, just past two in the afternoon. At this time, it couldn't be a vampire.
But Polnareff was an old knight with extremely rich combat experience. His gaze fell upon his crimson eyes, and these eyes disgusted him.
Polnareff had been staying in a small village in Italy. His movements were not very convenient, and both information and actions were completely blocked. However, he still learned some hacking techniques. Although he was no longer young and fate had given him many hardships, he still did not give up and instead began to optimistically learn internet technology.
Just as he had always upheld, he didn't know if he was challenging fate, but he knew he was constantly crushing the difficulties before him with the strength of his deceased friends.
In the Assassination Team he investigated, which was rebelling against Diavolo, there were a total of eight people. He wasn't sure if there was a nephew of Risotto, but he was certain of one thing: he had to see if Risotto was truly someone he could entrust the arrow to.
In other words, even if it were Risotto, Polnareff might not necessarily give him the arrow, let alone Johnson Joffrey.
"Where is Risotto?!" Polnareff demanded loudly.
"They are at the airport. There are enemies at the airport!" Johnson smiled, saying sincerely, "I came to you to save time and get the arrow first."
"After all, Diavolo is still in this city, and we are also worried about your safety..."
"Shut up! I'm telling you again, get down!" Polnareff's single eye fell on Johnson's raised foot placed on the step.
Johnson Joffrey had no choice but to obediently lower his foot.
"What did you just call it?"
"Huh?"
"It." Polnareff squinted at Johnson, gently taking out the arrow. Its golden arrowhead shimmered with dazzling light.
"You just called it 'arrow'."
"Hiss," Johnson thought, 'Not good,' he had blurted it out again. 'arrow' was a name fans came up with; it didn't actually have that name, they were all just arrows.
"Ah, right, because there's an insect on it, isn't there?" Johnson chuckled awkwardly.
Polnareff looked at him suspiciously.
"I will not give you the arrow," Polnareff said slowly. "The stench on you makes it impossible for me to trust you..."
Upon hearing this, Johnson Joffrey lowered his harmless hands, and the smile on his face also fell.
Polnareff, since you are so unappreciative, then I won't be polite.
The aura around Johnson Joffrey suddenly changed. Polnareff instinctively gripped his wheelchair.
What... is he getting angry because he can't get the arrow?
Silver Chariot's slender rapier swung to its chest, making a "whooshing" sound as it cut through the air.
Instead of attacking as he had imagined, Johnson Joffrey... stripped off his clothes!
A purple star-shaped birthmark was visible at the junction of his shoulder and neck.
Polnareff's single eye widened, and for a moment, it was as if he had returned to a long time ago... "You are..." Polnareff murmured softly, "Joestar..."
A sour sensation welled up in his single eye. Polnareff felt as though he had returned to the past in that instant. He gripped the armrests of his wheelchair, then slowly released them, and said with a slight tremble—
"You are from the Joestar Family..."
"I am DIO's son," Johnson Joffrey stated unequivocally.
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