"Mr. Kujo, my time is limited, I hope your explanation will satisfy me."

Alas~

Jotaro sighed silently.

He takes the blame when someone else (referring to "Jie Liuzi") causes trouble.

What is this thing called?

Helpless and helpless.

Complaints are complaints.

Aqiang, a mature and steady person, starts from the beginning and talks about Qiaoen's origin.

Even Anna Sui and "Weather Forecast" chasing after him couldn't stop him from talking.

Giorno listened carefully, his face remained calm.

Mafia boss.

The city still has this.

After fully understanding who 'Jon Joestar' was, he smoothed his hair on his temples.

"go to heaven"......

What a great courage.

I'm sorry, Mr. Kujo, I misunderstood you."

Jotaro pressed the brim of his hat, "Thank you for your trust, Giorno."

"Ah."

Giorno smiled slightly.

Taking back the 'Golden Experience. Requiem', he shook his head, "Rather than trusting you, it's better to say that I trust my intuition."

Giorno stared into Jotaro's eyes, "Mr. Jotaro, do you believe in "gravity"?"

'I believe in science.'

Jotaro originally wanted to say this.

But his past experience prevented him from saying this sentence completely, so he could only nod silently.

"believe."

"I believe it too." Giorno looked very happy, "In fact, in addition to investigating the person who framed me, my bloodline has also been summoned in some way."

Jotaro pursed his lips.

No one else knew whose son Giorno was, but he knew it clearly.

The call of blood?

First there were Enrique Pucci and John Gerry, then Giorno...

dio.

Even if you die, you won’t stop dying?!

Thinking of a certain old enemy, Jotaro's aura suddenly became very dangerous.

As we all know.

Once a golden-haired vampire is involved, Aqiang's combat effectiveness will increase endlessly.

This phenomenon of erratic combat power is also called "Qiao Dinger's Dolphin" by academic circles (it does not exist)

Giorno was startled.

Realizing his gaffe, Jotaro regained his composure and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I was distracted."

"It's okay." Giorno waved his hand.

Anna Sui, who was torn by "Golden Experience. Requiem", and "Weather Forecast" look at me and I look at you.

For a moment, I didn't know what to say.

Jotaro seemed to have seen through the hearts of the two of them and introduced: "This is Giorno Giovanna..."

Halfway through the words, Giorno took the initiative to speak, "Hello, I am Giorno Giovanna from the 'Passion' organization."

Report your home status.

In Taoist terms, this is called ‘throwing a vine’.

Unfortunately, Anna Sui and "Weather Forecast" don't understand.

‘Passionate organization’?

What a strange name.

Giorno smiled.

People who understand don't need to explain, and people who don't understand why should explain.

So be it.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Jotaro pressed the brim of his hat, "Speaking of which, Giorno is not an outsider.

In terms of seniority, he is Xu Lun’s...great-uncle?"

Anna Sui:(o_o)?

Good guy.

The girl I like, I can’t beat her (three) fathers, I can’t beat her great-uncle, and I still can’t beat the great-uncle who appeared out of nowhere.

Woohoo, I just want to fall in love normally, why is it so difficult! The macho man sheds tears.jpg.

awful.

Anna Sui.

awful!

Defeat after defeat is invincible.

Like Mista and Bobo, Chun Chun took on the responsibility of being a yes.

It was extremely rare that Giorno did not refute Jotaro.

In fact, he didn't have much affection for his biological father, whom he had never met before. Instead, in a few words from a certain turtle strategist, he had a hint of recognition of his identity as a Joestar family.

Thinking of this, Giorno mentioned a name, "Mr. Kujo, do you remember Jane Pierre Polnareff?"

Jotaro's heart stopped for half a beat, "Polnareff? Giorno, do you know Polnareff!?"

Giorno nodded and said: "Of course, he is one of my few friends."

Two flowers bloom, one on each side.

On the other side, the confinement room.

"Listen up, Xu Lun, the so-called substitute messenger is to give full play to one's own advantages and avoid getting into a bitter battle to the greatest extent. Unless it is a critical moment, one will never challenge an opponent that is difficult to defeat."

Jon spoke very seriously.

As he spoke, he pointed to a skinny old man not far away.

"For example, that old immortal obviously has bad intentions towards us. What we have to do at this time is..."

He held up three fingers.

"a. Shout 'Euler' and beat him at all costs.

b. Nigeludayo.

c. Obtuse angle."

Xu Lun's head is covered with black lines.

Brother, stop playing around.

Now is not the time to be clever!

"Xulun Xulun! Those people seem to have targeted us." Ames was sweating anxiously, "Let's go."

superior?

Go on what!

Jon knocked Aimes casually.

Muscle sister dares to be angry but dare not speak out.

Taking a deep breath, she begged: "Jon, use your invincible substitute to find a solution!"

"No, no, no, this is a trial." Jon put on a very serious expression, "Only by defeating your immature selves can you two "grow"."

Ames and Xu Lun:......
To be continued...