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"No, please forgive my subordinates for being rude." After the disgusting uncle was knocked away by Joseph, the middle-aged man sitting opposite the uncle stood up. Watching the middle-aged man's movements, Joseph stood up again in the posture of the attack he made. The middle-aged man didn't mean to do anything, just shook his head, indicating that he didn't have any malicious intent.

The middle-aged man didn't pay much attention to Joseph's face, he paid attention to the three people behind Joseph. "It's a pleasure to meet you, His Royal Highness the Silver King of Britain, and Queen Bravoya, the lady over there, you should be Alina. Ms. Joestar, right? I have been cared for a lot by Mr. Spittwagen before. I once heard him talk about you when I was in London, and it was a pleasure to see you. The middle-aged man put his hand in his trouser pocket and gradually walked in their direction. Actually, I just received inside information, and the news has not yet reached the newspapers of this country. Mr. Spittwagen was killed. ”

"Can you elaborate, Your Excellency?" Ziyin crossed his hands and didn't look at the man, but he could see that his face was ugly.

"According to rumors, it was a monk from Tibet who attacked."

"Your Excellency, pay attention to what you said, there is no way that Stretz and Daya are going to kill Spitwagen." I have only been away for a long time, and now I hear the news in New York, and if my face has not changed, it is impossible.

"This is what the person who found the body of the suspected Spitwagen group drifting into the interior of Mexico said, why were they killed? Where was killed? Where did the monks go? No one knows. When the middle-aged man said this, everyone fell silent. Alina lowered her head and clasped her hands tightly. "I, I think I get it."

"It must be so, Mr. Spittwagen has said to me before. Stone Mask and Dior, I think it has something to do with this. ”

The black youth sitting on the side looked at the middle-aged man in front of Joseph. "JOJO, THIS MAN IS A MAFIA! Can't trust such people! He definitely wants to blackmail us. ”

"Probably not, give him ten guts, and he won't dare to lie to me." Ziyin shook his head, he didn't believe that a mafia would dare to tell him a lie.

"Whatever you think." The middle-aged man put the cigar to his mouth and reached into his trouser pocket.

"Uncle, the lighter is in your breast pocket." Joseph said, pointing to the middle-aged man. The uncle looked up, and Joseph grabbed him directly by the collar.

"Smokey, thank you very much for what you said, but as Grandpa said, I believe what he said, because no one can dare to deceive the king. But what really makes me sure is that these guys will only act for money, and it is precisely because this is the information of the mafia who wants to sell me a favor that it seems real! But! Joseph punched the middle-aged man in the abdomen, and drops of blood spurted out of his mouth. Even if this were true, I wouldn't have spared you for suddenly telling Grandmother Alina about the worst of things. You're going to make her scared and sad, aren't you? You idiot! Joseph kicked the middle-aged man directly onto his desk.

"The pre-existence of 50 years ago is still going on." Alina lowered her head and fell into grief, and Bravoya grabbed Alina's hand with both hands. "Alina, don't be afraid, Ziyin will protect you and JOJO."

"I'm afraid Joseph is going to be involved in this."

"It's okay, if that's fate, I'll obey it. And the Silver King won't let me die. Joseph turned his head to look at Ziyin, whose hands were crossed and lost in thought.

"JOJO, I'LL DO EVERYTHING IN MY POWER TO HELP YOU, BUT THIS AFTERNOON I WENT TO SPITTWAGEN AND WHAT HE SAW IN THAT RUINS SCARED ME. The countless stone ghost faces and the man who was trapped in the pillar. It's just that what scares me is that if it's really Streez's doing, then it's bad. Before Ziyin could finish speaking, Joseph hooked up directly on Ziyin's shoulder.

“JOJO？ Forget it, what do you want to say, I probably know. Fuya, you and Alina go back first, and I'll go out with JOJO. Let's take a break. ”

"Okay.".

"Hey, Smokey!" In a café in New York, Joseph took a magazine and shouted at Smokey, who was sitting across from him.

"It's so cold today."

"This magazine, look here." Joseph shoved the magazine in front of Smokey.

"What."

"This, can we make this place bigger?" Joseph's hands were raised, and he kept rubbing them in front of his chest. And sitting in Ziyin's eyebrows, he kept stirring.

"AA becomes C! You've been deceived, be careful. Ziyin resisted the urge to scold her mother, put down the coffee cup. I said JOJO, didn't you call me out, didn't you intend me to teach you ripples or how to protect yourself or something? You're playing tricks on me like this, believe it or not I'll tell Alina. ”

"Hey! Don't, grandpa......" But before he finished speaking, the figure outside the window attracted the attention of Joseph and Ziyin. A young man with long hair looked at the two of them from the window.

Ziyin nodded at Joseph. Joseph stood up and walked out the door.

"Well, it seems like I've seen it somewhere, or maybe I haven't seen it." Joseph walked out the door and pointed to the young man. "Have I seen you before? I said you, why is it so cold, you don't exhale white breath? ”

"And why there are fangs, tell me, Strez." Outside the door, Ziyin looked at the man in front of him next to the frame of the door.

"Don't play stupid. You bastard. Joseph's face sank suddenly, his eyes fixed on the man.

"It's on the street, but it probably doesn't matter." The man raised his hands. The fangs on his lips and his blood-like eyes were exposed. And this man is really Streez, or should I say younger. Strez.

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