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"Waiter, waiter!"

"Yes!" In a restaurant in New York, a strange-looking, obese uncle shouted at the waiter in the back. The uncle rolled up the pasta with a fork and stuffed it into his mouth, and the noodles still flowed out between his teeth. It looked extremely disgusting, and at the same time, the uncle's expression looked extremely unhappy, as if he was looking at something disgusting.

"Does this kind of store even put that kind of stinky pig in? Ha! The uncle looked at the seat behind him, and the two young men pulled out their chairs to sit down, and an old woman was already sitting on the chair looking at them. And the reason for the delay in taking the seat is very simple, that is, this uncle should have a very serious racial discrimination, and he is definitely a hooligan gangster. The black man in the two youths turned his head to look at the uncle, and a drop of sweat dripped from his face, and the black young man seemed to be very afraid of the uncle.

"That guy's smell is all in my dishes, don't let that kind of person in." The uncle didn't say a word, but it stabbed the black young man in the heart like an arrow.

The waiter standing behind the uncle didn't do what he said, just lowered his head and looked like he couldn't do it, "Guest, this restaurant will prepare food for any customer as long as you pay." ”

"What do you say? Can pigs be eaten by pigs in this shop? The uncle seemed to be very dissatisfied with the answer, and kept tapping the arm of the chair.

The black youth looked at his partner with his head bowed and an apologetic expression. "I, I'll go back first." It's just that he was stopped by his partner as soon as he wanted to leave. The black youth's partner, the white youth, stood up angrily and made an attacking gesture at the disgusting uncle. JOJO！ "Sitting in a chair, the old woman interrupted the white youth with a word." Grandmother, you're not going to want to stop me, are you? "I answered for my grandmother, JOJO, I looked disgusting at this person, and immediately him for me, of course, the premise is not to interfere with all the guests here, and it doesn't matter if you kill it, anyway, I think even if the president of this country comes, he will not interfere with you in any way." Unlike the old woman's vicissitudes of voice, this voice sounds crisp and pleasant. Hearing this familiar voice, the corners of the white man's mouth twitched slightly. "Thank you so much, Grandpa Ziyin." The young black man turned his head to look at the source of the voice, and an extremely handsome man sat in the seat of the young white man, and next to him there was an extra chair, and a beautiful woman with long black hair sat drinking the red wine brought by the waiter. "Which onion are you?" The uncle shouted at Uncle Ziyin. And when he said this, the old woman and the white young man both looked at the uncle with pitiful eyes. Even many people here who saw Ziyin's face looked at this uncle with this kind of eyes. "JOJO, SMASH HIS MOUTH FOR ME." Ziyin lowered his head and crossed his hands in front of him, Ziyin didn't look at the uncle, because he felt that looking at him more would be an insult to himself. "Yes, Your Highness the Silver King." The young man known as JOJO approached the uncle step by step. The uncle stood up and clenched his fist. "Do you want to fight, little brother?" UNCLE REACHED INTO THE POCKET OF HIS CLOTHES, AND JOJO RAISED HIS HAND TO HIM, "UNCLE, IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR KNUCKLE RINGS, HE'S NOT IN YOUR JACKET POCKET, BUT IN THE BACK POCKET OF YOUR PANTS." "JOJO's words directly attracted everyone's attention." Is IQ suppressed? JOJO forces me to give you a full score, I'm not afraid of your pride! “

Hearing JOJO's words, the uncle hurriedly took his hand out of his pocket and inserted it into the back pocket of his pants, and sure enough, a steel collar was quietly placed inside.

JOJO POINTED AT THE UNCLE, "YOUR NEXT SENTENCE IS 'HOW DO YOU KNOW KNUCKLE RINGS, YOU BASTARD.'" “

When JOJO just finished saying this, the uncle did as JOJO said. "How did you know about knuckle rings, you bastard." Look at JOJO's expression.

And when he said that, he was frightened. "Look at your hand, the marks on your fingers will let me know that you must be fighting with knuckle rings. Then, you've got blood on your shirt, and it's the other party's blood that spilled it, and you've just beaten someone. Moreover, the blood is no longer on the shirt but on the shirt, that is, you take off the shirt when you fight. That is, when you remove the knuckle ring. If you're not wearing a top, of course you'll be in your pants pocket. And the uncle put on the knuckle ring with a surprised and hideous expression. Your next line is, 'What can you do if you know this, you stinky little ghost.'" JOJO LIFTED HIS HAND AND POINTED AT THE UNCLE. What can you do if you know that, you stinky little ghost. THE UNCLE PUT ON THE KNUCKLE RING AND WALKED IN THE DIRECTION OF JOJO WITH A PUNCH.

The uncle's fist hit JOJO's side, and the blood sprayed in the air, and seeing that it had hit, the uncle's fist continued to hit in that direction. Everyone in the restaurant turned their heads to look at it. And Ziyin and Brafuya have always tasted the glass of red wine in their hands with a flat expression.

The uncle looked down at Jonathan. "You deserve to be cool."

JOJO STARED OVER THERE. "No, you're wrong. Where the hell are you fighting? JOJO LIFTED THE COAT RACK IN HIS HAND. It's not me who you're beating with a happy face. "The thorns on the coat rack pierced the uncle's palm.

JOJO LOOKED DOWN AT THE UNCLE: "DON'T YOU KNOW THAT MY SIMPLE BRAIN HAS COME UP WITH TRICKS THAT I HAVE LONG SEEN THROUGH THE FUN?" Looking at the uncle who fell to his knees, everyone in the entire restaurant clapped their palms. JOJO LOOKED AT THE UNCLE WHO FELL TO THE GROUND, WALKED OVER STEP BY STEP, RAISED HIS HAND, AND SLAPPED THE UNCLE'S FACE DIRECTLY AND FLEW HIM OUT. "You are lucky to have openly insulted the royal power of Britain this time, otherwise you should die." JOJO didn't even look at the uncle who flew out, walked over to Ziyin, pulled out a seat and sat down. "It's been a long time, Grandpa Ziyin." "You too, my cousin, Joseph. JOJO! “

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