Chapter 13: 'Fishing'

Ever since he returned to this world, Jon inevitably felt a certain longing in his heart.

Like a parched plant thirsting for water.

His Stand, too, was thirsting for 'evolution'!

At first, Jon was startled.

As far as he knew, the person chosen by the 'bug arrow' in the other world line didn't seem to have such symptoms.

Why is it so outrageous when it comes to him?

Don't tell me he's developed some strange problem!

But later he found out that the reason for this situation was due to the special nature of 'Door'.

Growth type A.

Just like Digimon.

Evolution, super evolution, ultimate evolution, as long as the conditions are met, his Stand will only get stronger and stronger!

What else is there to say?

Just do it!

As a Jojo fan, Jon clearly remembered the whereabouts of the six 'Arrows'.

Apart from the one he had already absorbed, the remaining 'Arrows' were in 'Naples', 'Morioh', and 'Florida'.

Among them, 'Naples' has one, 'Morioh' has two, 'Florida' has one, and one is missing.

In theory, Pucci, the priest of Green Dolphin Street Prison in 'Florida', should be Jon's first choice.

After all, they are all American compatriots.

As the saying goes, when countrymen see countrymen, they shoot each other.

But, because the ability of 'White Snake' to deprive Stands is too bug.

So Jon thought about it and decided to play it safe first, wait until he grows up and then challenge Dio's fanboy.

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Naples, Blackwater Pier, 'Sea Snake' Restaurant.

"Mmm~ This stuff is amazing, Jon, you should try it too!"

Polnareff was enjoying his meal, and without a word, he pushed a plate of seafood soup in front of Jon.

"Polnareff! Mind your manners!"

Avdol is a respectable person. Noticing the glances from the people around, he blushed a bit.

Jon didn't mind.

Who says you can't shout and scream in a restaurant?

Nonsense!

It's just a place to eat, where do all these rules come from.

Besides, deliberately going to such a mixed place, isn't it just to find trouble...

Sure enough, Polnareff made a fuss, and soon attracted a few men in cheap suits.

Sweeping over the three of them, the scar-faced man at the front sneered.

"Foreigners, Blackwater Pier is not a place for you."

"Oh? I don't understand what you mean."

Jon pretended to be puzzled and looked at Polnareff, "Popo, do you understand?"

"I don't."

Polnareff is also an old flatterer, a glance at Jon's expression and he understood what was going on.

"Or, let's go, these people look pretty fierce."

"Pfft...cough cough cough cough."

The two of them sang and responded, and Avdol almost laughed out loud.

Fortunately, he stopped in time, deliberately coughed a few times, and covered up his embarrassment.

"Tsk, a bunch of country bumpkins who haven't seen the world."

The scar-faced man muttered a sentence, and magically pulled out a folding knife from his suit pocket.

"Don't blame me for not giving you a chance, hurry up and leave the valuable things on you, and the three of you can scram."

Robbery.

And it's a daylight robbery.

The other people in the 'Sea Snake' restaurant acted as if they hadn't seen anything, eating and drinking as they pleased.

Jon gave Polnareff and Avdol a look, telling them to keep calm.

Coming back to his senses, he leaned back in his chair, speaking in a relaxed tone, "Brother, this isn't right, although I'm a foreigner, I have a connection with the people here. Do you know 'Passione'? That's my friend's gang."

Huh?

The scar-faced man was taken aback, and a hint of apprehension appeared on his face.

"Do you know someone from 'Passione'?"

"Of course."

Jon nodded.

"Heh, you'd better not be lying to me. Liars have a hard time surviving on this dock."

The scar-faced man put away his folding knife, left a cold sentence, and left the restaurant without looking back, taking his little brother with him.

When the figures of the small gangsters completely disappeared, Polnareff curiously asked, "Jon, just now..."

"That's right, I did it on purpose. Wait, I guess, the person we're looking for will come."

Jon revealed a mysterious smile.

"You, you've planned everything in advance."

Polnareff gave a thumbs up, "Impressive, as expected of my best friend."

"It's nothing"

Jon modestly waved his hand.

He didn't understand any strategy, he just relied on the foresight of the transmigrator.

"So, the whereabouts of the 'arrow' is in the so-called 'Passione' organization."

Avdol is a smart man, he deduced the truth of the matter from a few words.

Jon was about to nod.

Suddenly, a childish voice rang in everyone's ears.

"Gentlemen, you'd better leave quickly."

Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw a bowl-cut kid looking at them calmly.

"'Scar' Vanco will definitely tell the real 'Passione' members about this. When they find that you are lying, you're dead."

Bruno Bucciarati, wearing an apron, kindly reminded, "You have three minutes to escape, don't waste time."

"Hey, kid, how old are you this year?"

Polnareff casually forked a steak and handed it to Bucciarati.

"Take it and eat it, remember, you can't eavesdrop when adults are talking."

"Hmm."

Jon clearly saw Bucciarati's throat move.

But this obedient child didn't take the steak, but turned and walked into the kitchen.

"Now, you only have two minutes left."

"Tsk, annoying kid."

Polnareff muttered, stuffed the steak into his mouth, and asked vaguely, "Jon, give me a hint, who is the enemy this time?"

"His name is Diavolo, his Stand is called 'King Crimson', his ability is time erasure, and he can foresee the future."

Facing the gaze of his good brother, Jon couldn't help but think of Popo's fate in the original trajectory of fate.

Blind, legless, lost his physical body.

How miserable it was.

"Oh My Goodness! Another time-based Stand!"

After hearing Jon's introduction, Polnareff and Avdol only felt their lips dry.

Although the last vampire who played with time was beaten to heaven by them.

But if they were to ask themselves, without Jon and Jotaro, the two main characters, they would never be able to defeat Dio Brando.

Time erasure, foreseeing the future?

It's tough.

"Don't worry, I've got everything."

Unlike Polnareff and Avdol, Jon seemed very confident.

To some extent, 'time erasure' is a lower substitute for 'time stop', it's not that hard to deal with.

After all, 'King Crimson' is a close-range Stand, not only is the range E, but the endurance is also E, as long as they take the initiative, Diavolo won't have time to 'predict the future'.

Victory will definitely belong to them!