When it comes to Italy, people who don't know much about it are likely to think of pasta first.

Dig a little deeper and you'll get to know some of its attractions, such as the Leaning Tower of Pisa, the Vatican City, or the Colosseum, which is the most famous tourist attraction after all.

The Roman gladiatorial arena is a symbol of ancient Rome and is known as "one of the eight wonders of the world".

It is located to the south of Piazza Venezia, near the Roman Market.

But to be honest, Dior's knowledge of these aspects is limited to book knowledge.

Only England and Japan are the places he knows best in this life.

As for that mysterious country, I can't talk about it.

In this era, the tourism industry was not very strong, but even so, many tourists from all over the world stopped here every day to enjoy the scenery.

The establishment of the Roman Colosseum is undoubtedly historical and artistic, exemplary and marvelous in the history of architecture, huge, majestic and spectacular!

Covering an area of about 20,000 square meters, with a total of four floors, and the outer wall is 57 meters high, the ordinary monsters in Ultraman probably don't exceed the height.

For Dior, though, he doesn't feel anything about it.

Dior has to admit that he doesn't have many artistic cells.

In his three views, he knew very well the value of this gladiatorial arena, but his growth experience made him disdain it.

Even though some amazing stories have happened here, or are about to happen, they are just a landmark for Dior.

Dior's presence is too strong, his tall and strong body always attracts the attention of travelers, and the heavy sense of oppression makes him look a kind of inoffensive majesty.

The two conspicuous red marks on the face that intersect horizontally and vertically on the neck add a bit of fierceness, and no one dares to approach!

He tilted his head and his gaze roamed back and forth in the world-famous gladiatorial arena.

A strong man in a suit, who was also muscular and slightly shorter than Dior, approached, and Dior spotted him immediately.

"Sure?"

Dior turned his head, his scarlet eyes reflecting the crimson of the setting sun, which made it even more unique.

"Yes, boss."

The strong man in the suit was slightly stunned, detached from that powerful and weird charm, lowered his head, and didn't dare to look at it again.

"Let's go, then."

Dior took the lead and walked towards a vehicle that had stopped not far away.

At this age, Giorno has already developed the plot, and Dio does not have many relevant memories, but he knows that the final battlefield is here in the Roman gladiatorial arena.

He didn't even need to spend much time looking for Porunarev's whereabouts, and he didn't need to have to spend energy tracking them.

As long as the plot unfolds, search for suspicious people around Rome during the few days of the story.

Crippled legs, in a wheelchair, French, with upside-down silver hair.

Look at!

Isn't that simple?

It doesn't get any simpler than that!

Although Italy is not the main base of the Infinite Group, it is easy to find such a distinctive character.

As long as you find the right person at the right time and in the right place, then Polunarev can undoubtedly be found more easily than those who Dior casually describes and only have names.

The sun is sinking in the west after a glorious journey.

The dim glow with patches of crimson reflected on the wide fields in front of the town, and the pedestrians on the paths were hurrying home, the smoke of the peculiar cooking at dinner swirling and diluting in the air.

Jane Pierre Polunarev stared deeply out the window at the fields and scattered pedestrians, with an unconcealable envy in her eyes.

He was careful to hide his body in the shadows by the window to avoid being noticed.

It is a small place very close to Rome, where Polunarev lives in seclusion.

He hadn't been here for a long time, and he didn't want to change places too soon.

The PASSIONE organization is deeply entrenched, and its minions are deeply rooted in every city, and they are extremely well informed.

If you accidentally find your whereabouts, there will be curious people to discuss them, and they will be detected by the Passion organization.

Although the boss of this organization did not know that he was still alive, Polunarev was most cautious about it.

Yes, if it weren't for the fact that the guy didn't know he was alive, Polunarev could have assured that he would never see the sun the next day.

He had to be careful!

The black convoy gradually moved away from the Tiber, and after some distance, the shadow of the town was seen in the distance.

In a short time, the convoy was driving into the town.

For the inhabitants of this small town close to Rome, this is already a no-brainer.

Whether it's people from big cities coming for vacation, or people from other countries traveling, they've seen it occasionally over the years.

Only Polunarev, who was hiding in the flat-roofed room, raised twelve points of vigilance.

He picked up the monocular on the table next to him and watched the convoy carefully and carefully.

Over the years, it was not enough for Diablo not to know that he was still alive, and this caution was also the key to his survival.

"Who are they?"

Polunarev's eyebrows and flesh twisted together.

"AM I EXPOSED, FROM THE PASSIONE ORGANIZATION?"

Soon, he denied it.

"No, it's not.

THE PEOPLE OF PASSIONE DON'T HAVE THIS KIND OF MILITARY DISCIPLINE, AND THEY DON'T DRESS AND ACT SO FORMALLY. ”

He relieved himself slightly, and breathed a sigh of relief.

WELL, AS LONG AS YOU'RE NOT A MEMBER OF PASSIONE, IT'S NOT MUCH OF A PROBLEM.

The sun has completely sunk and the light has been replaced by street lamps.

It was time for dinner, but Polunarev didn't take his eyes off it, and slowly watched the convoy stop through the dim light of the street.

He moved his wheelchair to another window.

The flat-roofed house was some distance from the street, and there were some houses in the middle that blocked his view, and the convoy was so shadowy that he couldn't see the specific people clearly.

"Boss, it's here."

The strong men in suits got out of the car one after another to clear the scene, someone pulled the car door, and a large black leather shoe was the first to stretch out and step firmly on the street.

When the tall man with blond hair and red eyes got out of the car, the tires had risen noticeably by a centimeter or so.

“WRYYYYYYYYY~”

The sound of bones exploded, and the scorching breath gushed in front of his mouth, a solid scarlet light shining in his eyes.

Dior's loose tie suddenly vanished the unhappiness in the cramped space.

"Next time, prepare a bigger car, so small, it's not very friendly to taller people."

"Yes!"

The deep voice immediately made a cold sweat break down the back.

Time was pressing, Dior arrived in a hurry, and these people who had never been in contact with the big boss naturally couldn't be fully prepared.

Dio didn't pursue it either, having stayed too long in Inuyasha's time, he didn't pay much attention to it.

You must know that he relies on flying for daily travel.