Some Laugh, Some Struggle

Giorno's feelings towards Jon could be summed up in two words—completely absurd.

His personality, behavior, and Stand abilities were all absurd.

Simply put, this guy wasn't normal at all!

(Jon: Ah, exactly!)

"Giogio? What are you thinking about?" Jon waved a hand in front of the daydreaming Giorno. "Everyone's gone. We're done for the day."

Snapping back to reality, Giorno's head filled with countless black lines.

Giogio

What kind of nickname is that?

"This won't do. If you don't learn proper organizational management, how can I rest assured leaving the Joestar Mafia in your hands?" Jon complained with a frown.

Giorno: ???

Wait, what does this have to do with me?

Jon seemed to read Giorno's mind and explained, "Blood is thicker than water, family is family. Don't say I don't take care of you. All this effort to build a huge foundation is for you, my dear brother."

Effort=Casually sweeping through with Josuke.

And, brother?

Giorno straightened his face. "Mr. Joestar, let's not discuss whether I am actually part of the Joestar family. If, and I mean if, I am, then I would be your elder."

"Ah! That's not correct!" Jon waved his hand in mock displeasure. "We're brothers, why make it so distant?"

So, he just doesn't want to be one-upped by me in seniority.

Giorno stared speechlessly at Jon.

Jon chuckled lightly.

As he laughed, he reached out, intending to ruffle Giorno's donut-shaped hair.

Giorno suddenly shivered and quickly dodged.

Jon clicked his tongue in regret.

Seeing this, Giorno couldn't help but smile triumphantly.

But in a blink, his smile froze.

Wait a second, why am I so happy about this?

Giorno Giovanna, you are meant to be a gangster star. How can you take joy in preserving your hairstyle?

"There's an opening!"

Jon's eyes lit up, and he grabbed Giorno in a strongman's hold.

Giorno struggled with all his might, but...

He couldn't break free.

So frustrating!

Jon was incredibly pleased.

Don't think his playful antics were pointless.

Just look at the 'mark threads.'

These days, how much goodwill had he accumulated by hiring Giorno as a secretary (with a daily salary of thirty million lire)?

Jon: Just as planned. Light Yagami smirk.JPG

Life is like this—some laugh, some struggle.

Diavolo was now finding it very difficult.

In a cramped, dark room, he was pulling at his hair in frustration. From the phone on the table, an elderly voice spoke, "BOSS, it's confirmed that Risotto and his men have betrayed us."

"I know." Diavolo lowered his voice, "Those damn traitors, I will never forgive them."

"But BOSS..." the voice on the other end seemed hesitant.

Diavolo took a deep breath and said, "Belicoro, you are the person I trust the most. Speak freely."

"BOSS, although I shouldn't be the one to say this, the enemies we've recently encountered are far too strong," Belicoro considered his words carefully. "They... are beyond human comprehension."

Diavolo scoffed.

Beyond comprehension?

I can erase time and foresee the future. Am I boasting?

No.

Hmph, a bunch of clowns!

I, Diavolo, the dark emperor, will make you pay dearly!

Thinking this, Diavolo said, "I will let my elite guard handle this. You don't need to worry."

Hearing this, Belicoro couldn't help but smile wryly, "BOSS, please be careful to avoid a repeat of the 'Hitman Team' incident."

"Impossible!" Diavolo denied it immediately.

To emphasize, he repeated, "Absolutely impossible!"

The elite guard is loyal.

The Hitman Team?

Trash!

Only the elite guard is my true inner circle!

Belicoro sighed, "In any case, this situation is severe enough to shake the foundation of our organization. Not only is our narcotics business heavily affected, but we've also lost a lot of territory...

The strange thing is that the government and police have remained silent. I suspect that the so-called 'J' organization has powerful backing.

BOSS, please be cautious."

With that, he hung up.

In the room, Diavolo fell into a long silence.

When he was young, he received a prophecy—'As long as you live in darkness and hide your identity, you will achieve absolute happiness!

For the past ten years, he had been doing just that.

So, he became the godfather of the Italian Mafia!

Diavolo grabbed his hair, muttering to himself, "I am still the emperor. This fact remains unchanged!

As long as I overcome this trial, as long as I overcome this trial..."

A grotesque pink face quietly emerged on his forehead, its expression cold.

"I will surpass my immature past and reach a new peak!"

Ten minutes later.

"Understood, BOSS."

Carne hung up the phone and turned to his teammates in the room.

Tiziano and Squalo were cuddling, and Chocolata and Secco were also...

Uh, cuddling.

Carne, unfazed, clapped his hands, "Hey, listen up. BOSS just gave us a mission. We've got work to do."

Hearing this, Chocolata looked up displeased.

Carne's eyelid twitched, "What? You got a problem?"

Chocolata sneered, "We always do the work while you hardly lift a finger."

Carne didn't respond.

Tiziano and Squalo chimed in, "Carne's Stand only appears when necessary. In a sense, it's our elite guard's trump card."

"Chocolata, from your tone, you seem dissatisfied with BOSS's decision?"

Chocolata smirked, twirling a sugar cube, while patting Secco's head, "How could I be dissatisfied with BOSS's decision? I'm his elite guard."

Though he said this, everyone knew Chocolata's true thoughts.

He was outrageously arrogant, believing his combination with Secco was unbeatable. He even harbored ambitions to overthrow the boss if luck favored him.

But no one spoke out about it.

Carne glanced at them and said, "This time, BOSS specifically ordered me to take action."

The room fell into a dead silence.

Carne licked his lips with a twisted smile, "Honestly, I'm very eager to see my Stand in action.

If possible, I'd love to witness it myself."

Chocolata shivered.

No, this guy is too dangerous.

When the time comes, he and Secco must retreat tactically to avoid being caught in the crossfire!