To fight or not to fight.

This is a philosophical question.

Jon looked left and right.

Think about it for a while.

Finally, he spread his hands and said, "It's all here."

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Two days later.

Qiao got out of bed feeling refreshed.

Without wearing any clothes or shoes, he came barefoot outside the palace and told the beautiful maid who was waiting on him: "Ask the butler to come and see me."

The maid should be blushing.

Jon said very casually: "If there is a next time, you can come in too."

Hearing this, the maid ran away like a deer.

Jon didn't care either.

Once upon a time, he was also a good young man who was careful in his words and deeds and never brought up topics below the waist.

But now that he has experienced countless situations, he no longer takes some things very seriously.

The other side.

Gilder Tezzolo was sitting in his office summarizing finances. When he heard that Jon wanted to see him, he dropped the report and hurried to the main hall without caring about anything else.

The Golden Emperor did not wear his usual pink suit, but a white shirt and black trousers, with a slicked back haircut, and black-framed glasses. Without the gold jewelry all over him, at first glance he looked like a gold medal salesman in a property sales department.

of.

"Mr. Jon." Tezzolo nodded in greeting, "You have something to do with me?"

"Ah, it's nothing serious. I just remembered that I still owe you a promise." Jon leaned on the throne made of precious stones and white jade and spoke in an extremely relaxed tone.

Tezzolo was slightly startled.

Immediately, his eyes widened and he looked up in disbelief.

Could it be!?

"I said... don't look at me like that. Anyone who knows me knows that I am the most trustworthy person." Jon scratched his eyebrows.

The 'hook script' has some wisdom, but not much.

Many times I am more accustomed to making decisions passively and leaving a certain amount of leeway.

Anyway, it is not difficult for Jon to resurrect a person, so why not help Gilder Tezzolo, the infatuated prodigal son?

After all, these days, people really regard the Chambord Islands as their own business, working hard and sleeping less than three hours a day.

"Mr. Jon...no, Sir Jon, I..."

Tezzolo was speechless for a moment.

But after all, he was the immortal tycoon who used money to control both black and white, and he soon forced himself to calm down.

Taking a deep breath, Tezzolo bowed ninety degrees to Jon: "I can't thank you enough!"

"No need to thank me, this is what we agreed before, right?" Jon said softly: "But I want to explain to you in advance, you know how troublesome it will be if this kind of thing spreads. If you are not strict with your words,

"Whatever I can give you, I can take back."

Tezzolo did not raise his head, but felt an extremely strong pressure falling on him.

He knew that this was a warning from the "Pirate Emperor".

"Understood." Tezzolo lowered his head.

"Very good." Jon put away his breath and said with a smile: "Then what follows is my favorite 'HAPPY END' time."

Snap your fingers.

Countless light points condense to form an illusionary shadow.

Time reverses.

The shadow gradually solidified.

"Stella." Tezzolo called subconsciously.

Stella, who had regained a second life from the long river of time, looked at Tezzolo blankly. First she was a little confused, and then she seemed to suddenly think of something and asked: "You, Tezzolo?"

Countless memory flashbacks...

The 16-year-old Tezzolo was abandoned by his companions after a huge loss in the casino. In order to escape the thugs, he fled to the slave trading market and met the 'commodity' displayed in the window - Stella.

She thought his singing was great, and he was moved by her gentleness.

They are very chatty.

Tezzolo decided to let Stella be freed and never do bad things again, working from morning to night and forgetting to eat and sleep.

Three years later, Tezzolo finally saved enough money to buy Stella.

But at this moment, the Celestial Dragon appeared and bought Stella easily.

The angry Tezolo got angry at the Celestial Dragons, but was caught. Stella told Tezolo that she felt happy from the bottom of her heart because of Tezolo's existence.

Because he rebelled against the Draco, Tezoro became a criminal and was captured as a slave to the Draco. He could not even laugh without permission.

Tezzolo felt that Stella, who was also captured, was also in the Holy Land Marie Joa, but not long after, he heard the news that Stella had been tortured to death by the Celestial Dragons, and his spiritual world collapsed instantly, resulting in...

Money' obsession.

Later, Fisher Tiger made a big fuss in Mariejoia and freed countless slaves. Tezzolo finally regained his freedom and grabbed the Golden Fruit at the subsequent auction of the Doflamingo family, thus becoming the 'Golden Emperor'.

''s reputation.

But such a tycoon who controls 20% of the world's Baileys is used to wearing a lot of big gold rings, leaving only the ring finger of his left hand.

The meaning is self-evident.

Back in time...

"Stella, is it really you?" The most impossible dream suddenly became a reality before his eyes, and Tezzolo instinctively felt a bit unreal in his heart.

The resurrected Stella was also confused.

She clearly remembered that she was in the trafficker's window a second ago.

How come the next second...

Also, what does Tezzolo look like?

"Okay, okay, I know you have a lot of questions now, but let Tyrozzo tell you these questions himself." Jon waved his hand and spoke very generously: "We haven't seen each other for so many years, you should have some questions.

I have a lot to say from my heart.”

Tezzolo glanced at Jon with great gratitude and said: "Jon... Sir, I will take Stella back right now."

Jon asked back: "Then why are you still standing, waiting for me to let you eat?"

Teroso was stunned.

Although Jon's attitude was never arrogant in the past, his words and deeds were rather rigid, and he was not as 'lively and flexible' as he is now.

However, how could he have the time to consider the changes in Jon right now? He pulled Stella, who had a puzzled look on her face, out of the palace in a hurry.

Looking at the backs of the two of them, Jon stood up from the throne and stretched out comfortably, "After finishing one thing, what's next?"

He tapped his temples and murmured to himself: "Oh, Navy."

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Naval Special Division, Chambord Islands.

The military flag is flying.

Hundreds of naval forces were ready.

Although they had worked very hard, their trembling appearance still revealed their mood at this time.

Heaven is above.

Why is Jon Joestar here?

"Is Mr. Porusalino at home? Is Mr. Porusalino here?"

Jon put his hand to his mouth and shouted twice. Although his voice was not loud, every navy present could hear it clearly.

The knowledgeable navy lieutenant's eyes sternly said, "What you see and hear is domineering."

The rest of the navy felt sad, and they all surrendered to the power of the "Pirate Emperor".

In just a minute or two, a beam of light flashed out from the branch.

Kizaru looked at Jon at the door with a strange look on his face, and said in a unique accent: "Jon, I didn't expect that you would take the initiative to find me."

"You're here, why don't you let me in for a cup of tea?" Jon responded calmly.

Kizaru was a little unable to react.
To be continued...