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An abandoned car junkyard outside New York.

The lights were brightly lit in the huge workshop, and the clanging sound of tools hitting steel could be heard all the time.

A motorcycle with a severely deformed body was hung upside down, and a lame old man with a gray beard was banging on it with various tools.

He did this not to repair the motorcycle, but to remove the parts that were as intact as possible and could be reused.

"I can't believe how you broke it."

The Blade Warrior standing aside said to Joseph beside him, his tone full of incredible meaning.

"Aha, this is an accident! The motorcycle suddenly broke down."

Joseph laughed.

"I don't know why the front of the car lost control at the time. I couldn't turn the direction at all. Even the brakes just failed."

"You have to know that my motorcycle skills are top-notch. It was definitely not because of me that I hit the tree."

After hearing Joseph's explanation, Blade didn't know whether to complain or not.

He had been driving that motorcycle for a year, and it had never broken down even when he was racing through countless vampires.

Even if something does happen to break down, there is still a slight chance that the brakes will fail, but the front of the car is stuck and cannot be turned...

"I have lived to such an old age and have crashed countless cars, but this is the first time I have seen this motorcycle."

Abraham Whistler put away his toolbox and limped past the two of them, sighing at the same time.

"hey-hey……"

Joseph blushed and smiled awkwardly.

In his impression, it seemed that all the vehicles he had driven would inevitably end up in a similar situation.

But Joseph still had a high degree of confidence in his driving skills. Every time, it was either because of an accident with the vehicle itself or it was involved in something terrible.

Anyway, it's certainly not because of Joseph's own problems.

As for whether this might be caused by some kind of strange curse——

That must be impossible!

I, Joseph Joestar, am a young man of the new era with a gentlemanly spirit. How can I be superstitious?

"Hey! Old man, do you have anything to eat? I'm very hungry."

"There's leftover pizza on the table. If you're hungry, go and eat it!"

Whistler pointed in the direction of the table and said to Blade and Joseph.

"What? You actually let me eat the leftovers, and they even got cold."

Joseph couldn't help but feel disgusted when he saw that there was only half of the pizza that had gone cold.

Whistler was so angry at Joseph's attitude that he said rather unhappily.

"When will you be polite and make demands?"

"And you have to spend money to eat food. Now I'm taking you in. If you want to eat well, you have to pay for it!"

Although they are the most famous vampire hunters, Whistler and Blade basically hunted vampires out of their own volition rather than accepting bounties, so they did not receive much income in this regard.

On the contrary, they often spend a lot of money to update equipment, which can be said to be beyond their means.

Without a stable source of income, Whistler and Blade are basically homeless, but sometimes they will extort money from the Hagui tribe, which can last for a long time.

Many Haguis are wealthy people who seek to curry favor with vampires in order to obtain eternal life. Blade and Whistler are never polite to such human traitors.

It's a pity that we haven't encountered similar Hagui clan in recent times, which has led to Whistler and Blade being a little short of money at this stage.

However, Joseph was completely unfazed when he heard this.

"It's just money, I just need to find spw..."

Joseph's words stopped suddenly, and he suddenly remembered that he was in a strange world.

There is no spw consortium in this world.

Blade didn't pay attention to Joseph's words. Ever since he met Joseph, he often heard some unclear words from the latter's mouth.

And they always shut up suddenly after only half of what they said.

"Jojo, just heat up the pizza in the microwave. Although the food is simple, it is an important source of nutrition."

Blade put the pizza on the table into the microwave to heat it up.

"It's great. In this era, food can be heated quickly just by putting it in the machine... and there are all kinds of advanced appliances."

Joseph sighed secretly.

The era before he traveled through World War II had just begun, but now that war has ended for more than half a century.

I really miss Grandma Alina, Siji Q, Grandpa Spitwagen, Lisa Lisa... and Cesar.

If only they could survive to this age.

"Speaking of which, smartphones are too convenient."

Joseph took out a mobile phone from his pocket and played with it enthusiastically.

"It's such a small thing that can be used to make phone calls, watch videos, play music, take photos, and surf the Internet. You can know what's happening around the world even without reading newspapers..."

"This is simply the best invention ever!"

Joseph was laughing and scrolling through a certain short video software.

Just like a child who has just been allowed by his parents to play with his mobile phone.

"Ok!"

Suddenly, Joseph's expression changed.

At that moment, he had that strange feeling again, that strangeness that came from the depths of his soul and seemed to be rooted in his blood.

The second the strange feeling appeared, purple vines suddenly sprang out from Joseph's arms.

Immediately afterwards, purple vines wrapped around the smartphone in his hand.

At this time, the original picture on the phone screen disappeared inexplicably and was replaced by a new picture.

"Oh my God!"

Joseph shouted in shock.

Whistler and Blade were startled by his shout, and both turned to look at Joseph.

"What's wrong, jojo?"

Dao Feng asked first.

"What the hell are you yelling about, you impolite bastard?"

Whistler scolded.

"Wait! What is this?"

When Joseph saw the photo clearly, his eyes suddenly froze.

"Blade, come here and see if this is the person you are looking for."

Dao Feng was stunned when he heard this, then walked over and looked at Joseph's cell phone screen.

A photo was displayed on the screen, showing two people confronting each other.

One of them is a tall blond man whom I have never seen before, and the other is...

"Dickon Frost!"

Blade recognized this man at a glance. Even though the background in this photo was extremely dim, he could still clearly identify Dickon's appearance.

"What's going on? How do you have this photo?"

Blade asked urgently.

"Well...this photo is actually..."

A drop of cold sweat broke out from the corner of Joseph's eyes. He actually didn't know what was going on.