Although the place where everyone talked was remote, there were still occasional people passing by.

Because they were in a hurry to gather, Jotaro and the others didn't think about finding a separate place to meet.

There are always negligences in things, for example, Dio didn't expect that with the ears of this little child, he could actually hear their conversation at a distance of more than ten meters, and become serious.

This little kid... Is it a stand-in messenger?

Dior looked at it, except that the vitality was thicker than that of a normal child, and the hole on his face was a little suspicious, there was no other problem.

All the things he can remember in the JOJO world are important people.

How could Dio remember everyone that this little kid, he really didn't know if it was a stand-in messenger.

But it doesn't matter, Dio has the hole cards that despise everything in this world.

"Boy, this is not a topic you should be involved in, maybe you should go home and study hard."

Dior half-leaned back in his chair, lazy and casual.

He really can't be interested in this kind of little kid.

In the last two worlds, the existence of this age generally exists in his talent training institutions.

"Sir, it's not good to deal with children like this."

The white-haired child smiled innocently, but the presence of the hole on his face made his smile a little scary.

"Oh~ boy, you have a lot of courage!"

"That's it, sir, I think you're the most powerful here, even stronger than the cartoonist on the shore, let's guess the boxing with me, and win or lose in five rounds.

If I win, I'll leave and stop bothering you, how about that? ”

He smiled, put down the football, geared up, and jumped to the try.

"I refuse, get out, boy, while you haven't me off yet."

Dior was unmoved, sneering, scarlet eyes glancing at the bear child.

"Woo... Whining... Woo whoa..."

The white-haired boy seemed to be frightened, but he was stunned for a moment, and immediately burst into tears.

Tears and snot flowed, dirty, and didn't care about appearance.

"Hey, Mr. Dior, that's a bit too much."

"Yes, Mr. Dior, it's just a guess, play with children, don't be serious."

One or two good people couldn't bear it, so they persuaded on the side.

Even the owner of the store couldn't help but look at the customers at this table.

"Drag him away and beat him up."

Dio ordered directly, and he didn't bother to waste time dealing with this little ghost.

If it weren't for Jotaro's invitation, Dio would probably continue his practice and knowledge.

Only Jotaro helping the two of them is worth Dior's time, and even old Joseph is not qualified for this.

I came here to save face for Jotaro and Tsusuke, and to discuss the tracking and follow-up planning of Kira Yoshikage, not to waste time for a little ghost.

"Huh?"

As if they hadn't heard what Dio said, everyone was shocked, wondering if they had heard it wrong.

"Beat it up, drag it away!"

Dior's tone was aggravated in a commanding tone, and his face was unpleasant.

What he was unhappy about was not this little ghost, but that his order was actually questioned by Hongcun Yitai and Shore Luban.

This time, the word beating was before it was dragged away.

If the two of them carried out Dior's order for the first time, then it was up to them to decide whether to beat them or not and how heavy they would be beaten after being dragged away, and it was not in Dior's eyes anyway.

But they hesitated, so the second time, they had to beat this little ghost very much first, and then drag it away!

Anyway, they were already crying, and others thought that Dior had done something to this little child.

In this case, if you don't really beat him, you feel like you're losing, and Dior doesn't like to suffer.

"Don't make me repeat the same words a third time, it's useless to repeat the same words, I hate this useless behavior.

The wood is big, the wood is big. ”

"Uh..."

Shore Luban and Hongcun Yitai glanced at each other, a little embarrassed, but there was no way, Dio was serious, they didn't dare to disobey Dio's orders.

"I'm sorry, boy, you seem to have messed with someone you shouldn't have messed with."

"Little ghost, this is teaching you to recognize society, and don't approach strangers at will in the future."

The two of them got up, moved their hands and feet slightly, and gathered around the white-haired imp with expressionless faces.

The white-haired imp stopped crying, tilted his head slightly, leaned back, and his left hand was in front of his chest, a little flustered:

"You... You can't be serious, right?

Hey, two big brothers over there, please help me, I don't want to be beaten. ”

Dior's eyes swept towards the imminent Kansuke and Kangyi, and Hanako held Kangyi's hand tightly to prevent him from getting involved.

Under Dior's intimidation, these two good people had to be quiet.

Okay, anyway, it's just a fight, nothing big happens, so it's better not to stop it.

Compared to making Dior angry, the kid being beaten is not so important.

"Ahh Well... Belch... Yes... Wow... It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!

Don't fight, don't fight... Woo..."

When they didn't fight, Luban and Yitai were still a little reluctant, but as soon as they really started, the two began to get excited.

Hit people on the instructions of the leader, it feels very cool, very reassuring, very comfortable, and there is help here just in case, don't worry about accidents, it's so happy!

hit Xing's head, and the two of them showed a perverted smile on their originally expressionless faces, and after knocking the white-haired imp to the ground, they simply kicked him directly and kissed his ass and belly with their shoes.

However, they still had a sense of proportion, and after only a little more than a minute, they stopped.

Directly stripped the little ghost naked, and checked the injury slightly, but the nose was blue and the face was swollen, and there were some bruises on the buttocks and belly, and there was nothing else serious.

There may be some internal injuries and they will have to go to the hospital to lie down, but what does that matter to the two of them?

As long as you don't die, there's a kind of Infinite Group coming to them!

The two of them moved their hands, wrapped the soccer ball in his clothes, lifted the white-haired imp, covered his little jiji, swaggered to the far other side of the street, and ignored it after throwing it down.

"Whew~ It's pretty cool! Haha..."

The two returned to Dior's side, looked at each other again, and couldn't help but laugh, the air was full of joy, and even the little baby laughed aloud.

"Uh..."

Helping them was quite speechless, I didn't expect these two people to have such a bad taste.

"He's here again, this little ghost, he seems to be quite strong."

Jotaro reminded and took a sip of coffee.

In the distance on the street, the little ghost stood up, put on his clothes, and walked persistently towards this side, as if he was about to entangle.

"Humph!"

Dior watched coldly, and had no good feelings about this little ghost's persistence.

"Sir, guess... Guess the box! ”

The white-haired imp endured the pain, but still smiled and stretched out his hand to gesture.

Relying on the public, although he will be beaten, the group of people who measure Dior will not dare to go any further.

The white-haired child is full of confidence!

I'm a child, I'm a vulnerable group, you adults have to rely on me!