Chapter 72: Off-Door.

The dishes were impeccable, every bit of flavor was just right.

But...

"My stomach!"

Josuke stared at his increasingly bloated stomach in horror, his face turning green.

Unable to stop the tears, Jotaro slapped the table, "Bastard, you actually poisoned me up!"

Joseph old man was even worse, there was not a good place all over his body.

At first glance, it was like a piece of meat had become a spirit, making people lose their SAN value.

"You guys calm down."

Jon was afraid that Jotaro and Josuke would start a fight if they disagreed, and quickly persuaded, "Calm down, calm down."

"Brother Jon, now is not the time to be calm..."

Halfway through his words, Josuke's face changed dramatically, and he ran off in a hurry.

"I'm going to the bathroom!"

Jotaro blinked hard, finally stopping the tears.

After being washed by tears, his dry eyes miraculously returned to normal!

"Yare yare Daze" Jotaro sighed in relief.

Jon chuckled.

The Stand of Tonio Trussardi is called 'Pearl Jam'.

When cooking, he would mix his Stand into the ingredients.

The Stand enters the body of the diner and heals ailments by destroying and regenerating.

Depending on the symptoms, the healing process is quite bizarre (emphasis).

Suddenly, Joseph, whose physical condition had noticeably improved, spoke faintly, "It's been a long time since I've felt this relaxed..."

He looked at Jon.

"Thank you, Brother Jon."

Jon tugged at the corner of his mouth.

At this time, the chef and owner, Tonio Trussardi, came over.

"Dear guests, are you satisfied with today's dishes?"

Jon gave a thumbs up without hesitation.

Jotaro tipped his hat, "A very amazing ability... Of course, the taste of the food is undoubtedly top-notch."

Hearing this, Tonio Trussardi placed his hand on his chest, smiled, and bowed.

About five or six minutes later, Josuke came back.

The relaxed expression on his face was like a student who finished the test paper before the bell rang.

"Josuke, you're back just in time."

Jon waved his hand.

"Come, let's discuss going to Italy."

Josuke: ヾ(?°?°?)??

...

...

Three days later.

Italy, Naples Airport.

"Starting from today, you'll be with me, and you have to behave, understand?"

Staring at the blond kid in front of him, Fungtis spoke lightly, "Remember, you are my subordinate. No one can bully you here except me!"

"Yes, Mr. Fungtis." Giorno nodded.

He obediently took out his wallet and handed it over respectfully.

Fungtis took it without looking and stuffed it into his suit pocket.

"You're pretty smart, kid. Drive well around here, and if you have any problems, find me."

After saying that, he walked away swaggeringly.

Giorno pursed his lips.

It's better not to offend a gangster boss like Fungtis if you can.

But sooner or later, he will become a higher status than Fungtis.

The real...

Mafia Godfather 

"Oh, I was lost in thought."

Suddenly startled, Giorno shook his head as he talked to himself.

A tall building rises from the ground.

The first step to becoming a mafia godfather is indeed to make money first.

But making money is not that easy.

Not only do you have to pay tribute to the local gangster boss, but you also have to take care of the nearby police.

Giorno circled around the airport door seven or eight times, and finally found a fat patrolman.

He walked up, took out another wallet, "Officer, hello, I am Giorno Giovanna, new here doing taxi business, a little token of appreciation, please accept it."

The fat patrolman looked at Giorno and chuckled, "You kid, you really look young."

Giorno is thirteen years old this year, but he looks like a teenager of fifteen or sixteen. He pretended to be shy and scratched his head, "Officer, my family is not well-off, so I started working early."

As he spoke, he pushed the wallet forward a bit, "In the future, please take care of me."

"This..."

The chubby patrol officer naturally took the wallet, weighed it, and showed a greasy smile, "Sure, sure."

Having taken care of both the underworld and the authorities, Giorno officially started working.

Driving a taxi, or rather, an unlicensed taxi.

Usually, there's not much to gain.

But, if you encounter those silly foreign tourists, it's a different story.

"Dear lady, a direct ride to downtown Naples, I only charge you twenty thousand lira (currency unit), absolutely worth it."

"Sir, please believe me, I can introduce you to the local customs of Naples and recommend worthwhile scenic spots for you."

"I know the most delicious restaurant in Naples, if you wish, I can take you there now."

Giorno is good-looking and eloquent.

In just one day, he earned quite a few lira.

Of course, only a small part of this money is the fare, most of the gains are stolen by him using 'Gold Experience'...

"My decision was indeed correct."

After counting the banknotes a few times, a hint of joy flashed in Giorno's eyes.

Looking at the sky, he hesitated, wondering whether to do another job.

Just then, four men walked out of the airport exit.

Three young and one old.

Giorno glanced at them, and his heart beat a few times faster.

"The clothes and suitcases are all high-end goods!"

Fat sheep!

And it's a rare big fat sheep!

Without thinking too much, Giorno quickly stepped forward and blocked the four people's path.

"Are you visiting Naples for the first time? Do you need a guide?"

He stretched out his hand.

"My car is parked over there, if you don't mind, give me thirty thousand lira, I can take you anywhere in Naples."

"Yare yare."

The young man in the white windbreaker frowned imperceptibly.

Looking at Giorno's blonde hair, he felt an inexplicable irritation in his heart.

The black-haired youth kept muttering incomprehensible words like 'Stand users really attract each other'.

The only old man, holding a cane, shook his head, "There are four of us here, your car can't fit us all."

Before Giorno could reply, the young man with the strange hairstyle started to shout, "What's the matter, Mr. Joestar, you and Mr. Jotaro sit in one car, and I and Brother Jon find another car."

The old man pondered, a hint of hesitation flashed across his face, "But... the SPW Foundation has already sent a car to pick us up."

"What's the matter." The black-haired youth waved his hand nonchalantly, "Just as Josuke said, the two of us will take this young man's car, Joseph and Jotaro continue to wait for the people from the SPW Foundation here."

Saying that, he showed Giorno an extremely friendly smile.

"I have a feeling that we will get along very well."

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