(Haven't played)

Polpo, the cadre of the black bang organization "PASSIONE", is the person in charge of testing new members, which is equivalent to an interviewer.

The appearance is extremely strange, the body is so fat that it can even be used as a bed, the nose is extremely long, and the white parts of the eyes of ordinary people are black in his eyes, which should be called eye black.

On the surface, he was imprisoned, but in fact, for his own safety, he took the initiative to live in the prison, treating this place as his home, and has lived there for fifteen years now.

Here, not only is security guaranteed, but even freedom is not too restricted.

Eat, drink and be merry, there is still everything in the prison.

It can be said that returning to prison is like coming home, and there is a feeling of being high enough to fly.

Even many of the prison guards are members of the PASSIONE organization, all of them are talented, they speak well, they always like to please Porpo, he really likes to stay in it, it is safe and relaxed, he lacks nothing, and there are people who amuse him.

These are all the information that Giorno has gathered.

In the evening, at 7:05.

"Damn, it's this kind of test."

Giorno came out of prison with a bad face, and the flower in his hand gradually deformed and became a lighter again.

"It's conflicting with my time."

"Young Master?"

The black car opened its doors and waited for Giorno to get on.

Giorno didn't stop, carefully guarding the flame burning on the lighter, and slowly got into the back seat.

Dior will arrive tomorrow, and this lighter will be returned to Polpo tomorrow night.

Giorno regretted a little that he had acted too fast.

After receiving Bugalati's report, Polpo's reaction was indeed as Giorno expected, and he was willing to give him a chance, but it had to be tested.

And the requirement of this test is for him to protect the flame burning on the lighter and not let the flame go out for 24 hours.

And, at the same time tomorrow, at seven o'clock, the lighter with the flame will be sent back again.

This is in normal times, there is no problem in observing the time, seven o'clock, it doesn't matter if it is a few minutes, but I just caught up with Dior to come.

Although Dior could arrive during the day, Giorno knew that they would have their first dinner together in the evening, and his own father would definitely have a long chat with him.

Of course, Giorno could excuse himself, and when he was done with the lighter, he would come back and have a long talk with his father.

However, this kind of move will definitely make Dio a little disappointed, Giorno does not want this, he wants to leave no regrets in this first meeting.

But there is no way, for the sake of a more ambitious goal, he must confess to his father and exchange this regret for a better future.

"I can't let this lighter in my hand extinguish the flames, you all pay attention to it and help me watch it.

And, Brian, bribe the guards in this prison, and I don't want to be searched the next time I come. ”

"Yes."

The vehicle starts and drifts away.

And in prison, not long after Giorno left, Polpo answered the phone.

"Why did the eldest young master of the Infinite Group suddenly want to join our PASSIONE organization, is it really like what he said, does he want to cooperate deeply with our PASSIONE?

What do you think, Porpo. ”

On the other end of the phone, a cold, hoarse voice rang, and Porpo's attitude was respectful, even if he didn't see the real person.

"Boss, I don't think it's likely, the Infinite Group has always been active to make money, but I've never heard of them cooperating with a local force for profit.

It's scary and weird to have a lot of money and not make a lot of money.

This move can only show that they must have a plan! ”

Hearing Polpo's explanation, the voice on the phone paused in contemplation, and then asked:

"You met the young master of the Infinite Group just now, how do you feel?"

"I can't see it, that guy is like an ordinary teenager, an ordinary young master, except for a little money, it seems to be useless, mediocre, I can't see it. 180

I'm wondering if he's a puppet pushed out by the Infinite group and thrown away when it's used up. ”

Polpo answered honestly and said what he felt.

"Well, I see, then so be it, if something really happens, our PASSIONE organization is not so easy to mess with, don't care about it at all, just treat that Giorno with a normal attitude."

"Yes."

At this point, the call ends.

The next day, an airplane landed on the airport in Naples, and Dior, who had closed his eyes closed, suddenly opened his scarlet eyes.

"Young Master, Master Dior's flight has arrived."

There was a strong man beside him to remind him, and Giorno immediately cheered up and got up to look at the VIP passage.

Just a few minutes of waiting, a tall, muscular figure stepped through the passage.

He looked young, in his twenties, in his thirties and forties, mature and steady, dressed in a well-fitting black suit, and his bulging muscles held the clothes up, and the presence was palpable and impossible to ignore.

There were also a few strong men in suits behind him, but compared with the person walking in front, he looked so small and thin.

Giorno's golden hair, neatly combed on the top of his head, and his face was as handsome and rigid as that of a god, like a perfect carving.

Only the bright red scars on the face and neck ruined the perfection, but with a dangerous charm.

His eyes were scarlet and intensely aggressive, and just by looking at those eyes for a moment, he could feel as if he had been completely stripped and seen through, and at the same time, a strong sense of oppression fell heavily, almost suffocating.

Powerful, naked powerful!

He didn't hide it at all, just walking there, he could attract the attention of many people, and he could make people understand that this was an extremely powerful existence in every sense.

Dio spotted the boy who was waiting for him, and the three doughnuts on the top of his head and the heart on his upper chest were the most eye-catching.

His eyes immediately softened, and the corners of his flat mouth slowly hung a touch of arc.

"Giorno..."

The large, thick and powerful hand slapped the boy on the shoulder, occupying his entire shoulder.

"Long wait!!"

"First meeting... Father..."

Giorno looked up at the giant-like Dior, and some lingering mustard in his heart vanished in the sound of "long wait".

Dior had only found out the reason for him two years earlier, and had already explained it clearly in the phone calls and videos he sent.

At this time, he realized how much he longed for father's love and how much he longed for family affection.

Giorno's eyes were a little blurry, blinking, trying to get a clearer look at Dior's face.

didn't shed tears, there was a strong emotional surge in his heart, but he was already a man, how could he lose his temper?

Dio gave him a well-deserved hug and gently patted him on the back.

"You're too thin, Giorno, you should focus on exercising."

"Hmm."

"Let's go, let's go home."

Dio let go of Giorno, put his arms around his shoulders, and shamelessly referred to the place where Giorno lived as home.

"Are you hurt?"

Giorno put his hands behind his back and asked softly, compared with the video sent by Dior two months ago, there was a fine blood mark on his head and neck, as well as the position of his right hand.

He cared a lot about Dior's body.

"Don't worry, it's just a little injury, and it will be fine soon."

Even so, the pain that flickered in Dior's eyes from time to time was still visible to Giorno.

Don't you want me to worry?

Giorno didn't ask either, he was grabbed by Dior's shoulders and walked forward, the figures of the two became smaller and smaller, followed by a large group of strong men in suits.