put on my white vest

March 2001, 3, sunny.

When Giorno walked out of the gate of the dark prison with the badge of Passion, his eyes were a little stinging at the moment of light-dark transition.

Finally completed the first step to reach the ambition, no matter what, Pandora's box has been opened, the golden spirit will become his banner, and the lofty belief will illuminate the road full of thorns.

The 15-year-old boy clenched the badge in his hand and walked resolutely towards Buccarati who was waiting for him.

——"It's very dazzling, the golden spirit of the Joestar family."

The sudden sound broke the tranquility in the corner, and Hirose Koichi, who was watching silently, was startled, and said in surprise: "Who is it?! When did you come! And Joestar...you are How do you know?!"

"Relax and relax~"

Bai Lan, who was also observing in the dark, waved his hand, and by virtue of his height advantage, he snatched the handset of the phone that had already been dialed in Kang Yi's hand.

"I'm an acquaintance of Jotaro Kujo. If it weren't for the possibility of the communication being intercepted, I wouldn't make a special trip today."

"acquaintance?"

Kang Yi didn't let down his vigilance simply: "Mr. Jotaro never said that he still has acquaintances in Italy, and your sudden appearance is really—"

"Shh."

The quietly raised fingers of the white-haired young man made Kang unconsciously silent, and he was stunned for a few seconds before realizing what he was going to do just now.

In Koichi's brief stupor, the call across the ocean was connected, and Kujo Jotaro, who was far away in the United States, put down the ocean note and picked up the phone.

"Moses, is that Kang Yi?"

But the voice from the Italian side was strangely flirtatious...and disgusting Barra.

"Yo, it's me!"

But for a month or two, this tone and voice line still left a deep impression on Kujo Jotaro.

The sound of angrily slapping the table sounded, and his face darkened instantly: "Branjesso! What are you doing, where is Kang Yi?!"

"If you're talking about Koichi Hirose, a high school student in Japan, he's trying to jump up and snatch the receiver from me."

My hands were itchy and I wanted to beat him up, but it was a pity that I was separated by a phone line.

Knowing how bad the young man opposite him is, Jotaro only regrets that he didn't learn Otoshiaki's [Xin Hongjiao] trick of electrifying through the wire.

However, even the Platinum Star subconsciously released the God of War of Jo's family. He did hear the voice of Koichi Hirose shouting. His expression eased a little, and he pushed away the sliding chair and walked to the photo wall full of important information.

Jotaro didn't want to get entangled with this guy at all, he stared at the action report in Japan a month ago, and said succinctly: "Your purpose."

"It's so cold, I'm here to give you information—about arrows."

Believe you are a ghost!

Jotaro said in a deep voice: "Don't even think about shooting arrows. Let me meet you next time. It won't be as easy as when I was in Japan."

Bai Lan said confidently: "It's completely unreasonable. I found the arrow in Duwang Town by myself~ The SPW consortium is a step late, so I want to take my anger out on you?"

Kujo Jotaro was outraged at the mention of the arrow that was used to create substitute messengers in Morioh Town two years ago, and finally gave Kira Yoshikage the ability of "loser eats dust".

The whereabouts of the arrow was unknown after the battle, and finally a clue appeared, and finally it was intercepted by the Italian Mafia!

Although the trail of Arrow was indeed discovered by the mafia first, and the SPW consortium only had time to compete with it because it took advantage of the large business of the multinational consortium, but...

The invincible Jotaro said that he refused to recall the dark history of 'being deceived by the serious appearance of a young college student from Europe and missing the arrow'.

Bai Lan could fully imagine Mr. Invincible's anger now, even he didn't want to be stopped by Euler for seven pages when Li Speed ​​double A, so he hurried to the topic.

"The arrow is not in my hand now, it was directly robbed by Passion from the port. But this is not important, I am going to get it back."

The exchange continues.

The sunshine in Naples scorched the brick wall. After the white-haired young man finished telling the information, even Koichi Hirose, who was in the fog, noticed something was wrong with the atmosphere.

Koichi, who was short, was quite a distance away from the microphone. Even so, he could hear Mr. Jotaro's sudden heavy breathing and uncontrollable anger in the United States.

"Hey! It happened..."

Before Kang Yi finished asking, the call over there was hung up in a dignified atmosphere, and only the white-haired young man with a bright smile was left in front of him, waving his hands and walking away.

On the other side of the ocean, Jotaro Kujo hung up the phone in his study, his pupils vibrating and even lost his usual calm in an instant.He immediately booked a plane ticket to Italy and stomped out the information about 'Passion'.

At the beginning of the twentieth century, the direct flight from North America to Milan took nearly a whole day in the air. In addition to other time and jet lag issues, it would take April 4 at the earliest to arrive in Rome. 【Note 2】

Jotaro took a few deep breaths to calm down, and picked up the group photo taken in Egypt in the 80s with complicated emotions.

Brandeso's words overlapped and echoed in his mind, buzzing and colliding together to produce a huge roar.Kujo Jotaro didn't trust this cunning mafia, but the other party's interests drove him to lie, and he didn't dare to bet on the possibility that Prynne was deceiving himself.

Disturbing the already muddy situation again, the words from Italy across the ocean are——

'...Arrows from Morioh Town have set off a frenzy in Europe, there is a Frenchman chasing arrows, right? '

'Jane Pierre Polnareff, he might die~'【Note 2】

April 2001, 3, sunny.

The scorching sun scorched the black coating structure on the outside of the building, and the sunlight that was divided into elegant shapes was embedded in the carpet, and the thick leaves of the green plants moved, trying to get closer to the sun.

The cold air in the room made the front desk lady's hands and feet a little cold. She stepped on the narrow range of Gregorian chant and knocked on the door of the conference room.The ferocious men in different costumes made her feel at a loss. In the end, the elegant and gentlemanly boss took the letter in her hand, and bowed slightly to give her a hand kiss.

"Grazie (thank you), beautiful lady."

Blanche's handsome facial features and deep eyes were indeed very attractive. The lady with her brown hair curled up unconsciously smoothed her sideburns, and smiled sincerely but not too much at the boss before bending away.

"Humans are social animals."

Saying goodbye to the lady with rolling eyes, the tone of the white-haired godfather is still affectionate and affectionate when facing the lady: "Social relationships built solely on fear cannot withstand any storms."

A few people muttered, but the outspoken Jiaqiu asked directly.

"You...you mean that the model of Passion won't work? They are the number one gang in Italy."

Meloni added softly: "Nearly 20 years."

In the eyes of others, the upstart chuckled to express his own evaluation. The unrecorded time, prosperity and destruction are not deep enough.

The young godfather's lower lip was pressed against the warm orange ring with wings spread out on his middle finger, and he looked around at the people in front of him and said slowly: "There is a banquet in Rome tonight."

The young godfather shook the letterhead in his hand, and issued the first order that made his subordinates extremely uncomfortable: "Leave on time at three o'clock in the afternoon."

"Before that—change your fancy clothes."

Three 10 minutes later.

Risut struggled to button the chest button of the suit jacket. His good figure filled the clothes to the full, and he frowned at the feeling of being at a loss.

As a child growing up on the street, he had never changed into such formal clothes, except for a few terrible funerals.

Recalling the suffocated expression of the well-dressed male stylist stepping on the sky to see the assassination team, he wished to fly back to Milan on the spot, and Risut had to start to wonder how bad the clothes of himself and his companions were.

But a glimpse of the prices of these clothes makes one have to admit that human desires for the world are so superficial.

After taking off his moldy octopus-like soft hat, the tall man couldn't help but take a second look at his strange self.

Damn it...he had to admit that he had seen that Hollywood movie, and he had also yearned for the professional executioner in expensive suits with a butcher knife in his left hand and a martini in his right hand.

' Blanchesso wants more than our submission. '

Risut suddenly had this idea.

He pursed his lips and opened the door curtain of the dressing room, the white-haired boss at the front held a tequila and smiled at him, and walked towards the curvaceous luxury car under the scorching sun.

The door of the right seat in the back row was opened by the waiter. He took the wine glass and offered exquisite truffle cocoa as afternoon tea.

The assassination team stepped forward to keep up, and three cars drove the Mafia with different moods all the way to Rome.

Rome is known as the "Eternal City".

The capital and largest city of Italy is also the political, economic, cultural and transportation center of the country. It is the center of the Italian Renaissance together with Florence, and it still preserves a rich Renaissance and Baroque style.

The black car slowly stopped in front of the brightly lit villa. The vines on both sides of the gravel road added a bit of idyllic atmosphere to the place, and the melodious sound of the fountain and the symphony complemented each other.

The beautiful girl bowed to invite today's distinguished men and women, and Bai Lan handed over the freshly baked invitation letter, and followed her all the way in with the waiter's perfect smile.

In Rome, where every inch of land is expensive, such a magnificent group of private villas should be enviable.

Little did they know that the owner here was also very distressed by the eye-catching wealth, and finally simply took the express train of some forces, turning the manor into a venue for black/road auctions.

Although the invitation letter received by Mirufiore was a bit hasty, the waiters did not neglect at all.

"Illuso and Jiaqiu, go to the surrounding buildings..."

Bai Lan arranged some unexplained missions, and the bewildered killers entered the side hall to enjoy the luxurious food that was not inferior to the Michelin three stars.

The rest of the people—the leader Blanchesso, the leader of the assassination team, Risut, and Holmaggio, who had the best brains, walked into the jewels of the banquet hall.

"There are at least ten people here who have something wrong with you."

Holmaggio said in a low voice, "No matter what."

"My pleasure."

Bai Lan didn't feel nervous at all, instead, she took the initiative to send a smile to the beautiful woman who was rolling her eyes, in exchange for the lady's elegant return.

Before the auction started, there was a buffet party. Risut followed Bai Lan, using his 1.9-meter height to prevent the two ladies from blowing kisses to the boss at the same time and colliding with the car in mid-air.

The young godfather, who was at home in the crowd, lightly kissed the smooth and white back of his hand, and made the well-maintained woman smile with a few jokes.

"Mr. Jesso, I must say—you are a fine young man!"

As a rich man with countless jewelry stores in Italy, Mrs. Luisa covered her mouth and smiled.

Her white silk gloves and the gleaming sapphires dangling from her fingertips are enough to match her gorgeous beauty, and they are also frequently seen by many men.

"Thank you, ma'am."

"I have some treasures that have been accumulated over the years, I think - only madam, you will not be eclipsed in front of Victoria's white crystal."

"I almost forgot, Mr. Jesso is in the antique business."

Madam Louisa's smile became more sincere, and she nodded slightly: "It seems that you are also here for the last lot tonight."

The white-haired young man was very humble: "There are several young people with Wall Street backgrounds present. I don't think Mirufiore will be more competitive than them."

Mrs. Louisa revealed some inside information: "That's not necessarily the case."

"Every time there is a treasure of this level, the final scene cannot be solved with money."

"The situation this time may be even more extreme. The 'arrow' was unearthed in Egypt and returned from the East. It is said that the reason why Passion is today..."

The madam blinked playfully, and the unfinished meaning was self-evident.

Among the five arrows, Kira's Arrow, the only one whose whereabouts are unknown, disappeared from everyone's sight after a short-lived appearance in Morowang Town.

The remaining ones are located in the SPW consortium, Florida, USA, the "worm arrow" in the hands of Polnareff and the "enthusiasm arrow" that Polpo can awaken a double...the last is today's auction finale.

The young man's mouth turned into an O shape in surprise: "Will they fight because of this arrow? It's so dangerous, so dangerous."

Good guy, it's the first time I've seen someone who can pretend like this.

Mrs. Louisa couldn't help but glanced at the famous Blanchesso, only to see that his iris-colored eyes were completely opposite to what he said.

Sure enough, he was eager to try.

Madam covered up her schadenfreude smile with red wine, willing to make Passion uncomfortable, she couldn't help but look forward to the next good show.

The emperor's crown is not easy to wear.

The anti-bone challenger has never been afraid to enter the gorgeous and grand dinner party, and announced under the eyes of everyone——

The old king is gone, and the glory alternates.