Although Baron Elf's territory is far away from the territory of Joestar's family, he is also a nobleman living in the countryside of London, and it only takes about two days to come and go.

If you don't take a break, one round trip a day is enough.

The next afternoon, Daniel hurried back to Dior's residence with the results.

"Humph! I don't know what to do! ”

Dio slapped Elf's reply on the table, and Daniel stood silently, his eyes bloodshot and obviously not resting, rushing back overnight.

Without even giving a hint, he blasted Daniel back, and he didn't even see the main person's face.

didn't take Dior's people in his eyes at all, and made it clear that Dior wanted to come over in person, and Joestar could get his respect for a knightly person, which was also a common problem in this era.

Dio, the identity of his adopted son, is qualified to talk to him.

The greedy old fox swallowed the meat without hesitation, but the store was playing Tai Chi.

Looks like I want to get an extra copy!

"Go ahead, get some rest, and start executing the plan tomorrow."

Dio clenched his hands into fists, propped his chin on, and pondered.

If the dim sum is left alone, with Dior's influence in Joestar's territory, it will not take a month to steal the business of Elf's shop.

However, this is bound to offend Elf, and it is nothing to offend Elf, the problem is that Dio has broken the rules of the nobles, which may displease more nobles who know about it.

Dior has always been a perfectionist and does not want to cause public outrage over such trivial matters.

In the basement of the station, the able-bodied Oliver led twenty elite members to stand in order, waiting for Dior's arrival.

"Click! Click! Click。。。。。。 ”

With a powerful stride, Dior stepped into the basement, the hard soles of his shoes and the stone staircase beating heavy war drums.

He was dressed in a neat suit, smooth and shiny leather shoes, a clean white shirt, and a waistcoat in the middle, so that he could take it off at any time in the changing weather of England.

The hairstyle is neatly groomed with a large back, the lips are tightly pursed, and the scarlet eyes give off a very aggressive gaze.

The arms swayed naturally with the movements of his body, and when he looked closer, he could see that Dior's fingernails were cleanly repaired, and the fingers were thick and long.

“boss！”

Everyone took off their hats and bent down to salute, revealing the same big backs!

The basement is very well insulated, and you have to do something big and private, so you don't have to worry about being heard too much.

"Well, bring them here."

These are not Dior's private soldiers, they can only be regarded as the elite on his face!

Of course, private soldiers are not a secret place, in Joestar's territory, many people know that Young Master Dior has raised a small team of fifty people, which is also a secret that everyone knows.

In a small territory where thousands of people live, a team of fifty people is not very strong.

Moreover, this is the London countryside, and the Joestar family is not the kind of aristocracy with real power with land and soldiers, and even daily law and order needs to be guaranteed by the guards of London's subordinates.

Soon a material that had been prepared long ago was tied up in front of Dior.

The bright lights of the basement illuminated their pale skin from days of sunshine, and his clothes were still fairly clean, twisting wildly on the smooth floor.

It seems that he senses that his time of death has come.

The stone ghost noodles that were clamped under the armpits were taken out, and two people immediately walked out of the queue, picked up the materials, and tore off the dozen layers of cloth that tied the mouths tightly.

"Damn bastard, let Uncle Ben go, hurry up, or Uncle Ben will kill you."

This material is strong and strong, estimated to be in his twenties, with a shaved head and a cleanly shaved beard.

He has a bit of a brain problem, I don't know when he knocked his head, he has a violent personality, he killed several civilians, he was sentenced to hanging, and he was bought by Dior's people half a year ago.

Eating and drinking for half a year is one of the preparations for now.

"You were originally a capital crime, I raised you for half a year, now is the time to contribute to me, rest assured, soon."

Dio clasped the stone ghost face in his face, and Oliver handed him the knife.

Gently slashed on his arm, and a little bead of blood stained the knife.

The material shook his head frantically, not letting the stone ghost face cover his face, and the two of them immediately appeared in the queue again.

One of them strangled the material's neck with a rope, causing him to lean back.

The other person held on to him, so that he slowly began to lose the strength to breathe, his brain was starved of oxygen, and the whole person began to be confused.

Dio stepped forward and re-fastened the stone ghost face and smeared the blood beads on the knife.

Light, intense light!

At the moment of contact with the blood, small claw-like needles eject from the edge of the stone ghost's face, piercing the material's brain, emitting a bright light like the sun.

Fleeting, hallucination?

However, none of the people in this basement are ordinary people, well-trained, psychologically strong, and their faces do not change.

When the stone ghost face retracted into the thin needle, Dior immediately removed it.

Revealing the face of a corpse underneath.

"Ugh! Hungry ......"

The dry corpse's thirsty throat cried out, as if sandpaper was rubbing.

"Boom!"

The ropes used to bind people broke one by one, and the four of them couldn't seem to hold him down!

Dio raised his eyebrows, but unfortunately, in this basement, there are eighteen as strong as those four strong men!!

Everyone worked together, and there was a big man in the head, neck, arms, torso, legs, every part was suppressed, and it can be said that he was full of big men.

"Put on the chains!"

Oliver dragged out a thick iron rope and sneered at the defenseless vampire!

。。。。。。

After transforming one material into a vampire again, he stands in front of the last one.

"Boy, do you believe in fate? It was fate that sent you to me! ”

Dio slapped his palms a few times with the stone ghost face, staring at the young boy in front of him.

"You were going to die, but ......"

"Do you want to be exempted from my death penalty? Master! ”

The boy's hanging head immediately raised, and his face was full of surprise!

"No, no, no!"

Dior shook his index finger, cold and ruthless.

"You defiled your sister and brutally murdered her, and the matter was exposed, and you also brutally killed your own parents, such a crime! Even I can't forgive you! ”

"Huh! That's my sister, I want her, she still dares to resist, why can't I kill her!

And those two damn pigs, one who died and didn't know another one for me to play with?

They still want me to be punished, what do they think, I'm their own son!

If I want to play, they should honestly give my sister to me to play! ”

The boy gasped, his eyes bloodshot and bloodshot.

Then he seemed to have figured out something, showed a wonderful smile, calmed down again, and said, "You should honestly let me play!" It's all their fault! It's not my fault! Yes, I don't blame me! ”