A Pirate's Bizarre Adventure

The food is impeccable and every bit of taste is on point.

only.

"my stomach!"

Josuke stared at his growing belly in horror, and his face turned green with fear.

Jotaro, who couldn't hold back his tears, slapped the table, "You bastard, you actually plotted against me!"

Old man Joseph was even worse. There was no good spot on his body.

At first glance, it looks like a piece of meat that has become semen, which makes people crazy.

"Calm down."

Jon was afraid that Jotaro and Josuke would start cheering if they disagreed, so he quickly tried to dissuade him: "Be patient and don't be impatient."

"Brother Qiaoen, this is not the time to be calm."

Halfway through his words, Josuke's expression suddenly changed and he ran away in a rage.

"I'm going to the bathroom!"

Jotaro blinked hard and finally stopped crying.

After being rinsed with tears, his dry eyeballs miraculously returned to normal!

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Jotaro breathed a sigh of relief.

Jon smiled.

Tonio Torrasadi's stand-in is called Pearl Jam.

When making food, he would mix the substitute into the ingredients and cook them.

The substitute enters the body of the eater and treats the disease through destruction and rebirth.

Depending on the content of the symptoms, the treatment process is quite bizarre (emphasis added).

Suddenly, Joseph, whose physical condition had improved significantly, said quietly: "I haven't felt this relaxed for a long time."

He looked at Jon.

"Thank you, Brother Jon."

I call you daddy, you call me little brother, we both have our own things to say.

Jon twitched his lips.

At this time, chef and owner Tonio Torrasadi came over.

"Dear guests, are you satisfied with today's dishes?"

Jon showed his thumbs up without hesitation.

Jotaro pressed the brim of his hat, "It's a magical ability. Of course, the taste of the food is also top-notch without a doubt."

Hearing this, Tonio Torrasadi put his hand on his chest, smiled and bowed.

About five or six minutes later, Josuke came back.

The happy expression on his face was like that of a candidate who had finished writing his exam paper before the bell rang.

"Josuke, you came back just in time."

Jon waved.

"Come, let's discuss going to Italy."

Josuke: ヾ(°°)

Three days later.

Italy, Naples Airport.

"From today on, you are messing around with me, and you have to be obedient from now on, do you understand?"

Staring at the childish blond kid in front of him, Von Teese said calmly, "Remember, you are my subordinate. No one in this area can bully you except me!"

"Yes, Mr. Von Teese." Giorno nodded.

He obediently took out his wallet and handed it over with respectful hands.

Von Teese took it and stuffed it into the inner pocket of his suit without looking at it.

"You're quite smart, so drive well in this area. If you need anything, come to me."

After saying that, he swaggered away.

Giorno pursed his lips.

If you can avoid offending a gangster leader like Von Teese, it's better not to offend him as much as possible.

However, sooner or later, he will become a higher status than Von Teese.

for real.

Gangster Godfather (Yangko Star)!

"Oh, I accidentally got distracted."

Suddenly, Giorno shook his head and muttered to himself.

Tall buildings rise from the ground.

The first step to becoming a gangster godfather is to make money first.

However, making money is not that easy.

Not only must the gangster leader in the area be confessed, but the nearby police officers must also be taken care of.

Giorno walked around the airport gate seven or eight times and finally found a patrolman with a big belly.

He walked forward and took out another wallet, "Hello, sir, I am Giorno Giovanna who is new to the taxi business here. Please accept my kindness."

The fat patrolman glanced at Giorno and chuckled, "You look really young."

Giorno is thirteen years old this year and looks like a teenager of fifteen or sixteen. He pretended to be shy and scratched his head, "Sir, my family's conditions are not good, so I went out to work early."

As he said this, he passed the wallet forward, "Please take good care of me in the future."

"this."

The fat patrolman naturally took the wallet, weighed it, and said with a greasy smile, "Easy to say, easy to say."

After finishing both the black and white, Giorno officially started work.

Driving a taxi, or in other words, driving a black car.

Under normal circumstances, you can't get much oil or water.

But it's different if you meet those stupid foreign tourists.

"This beautiful lady has direct access to the city of Naples. I only charge you 20,000 lire (currency unit). It is absolutely worth every penny."

"Sir, please believe me, I can introduce you to the customs and customs of Naples and recommend you scenic spots worth visiting."

"I know the most delicious restaurant in Naples, and I can take you there right now if you want."

Giorno is good-looking and well-spoken.

In just one day's work, he earned a lot of lira.

Of course, only a small part of the money was the fare, and most of the gains were stolen by him using the 'golden experience'

"My decision was indeed the right one."

Counting the bills several times, Giorno's eyes flashed with joy.

Looking at the sky, he hesitated whether to do it again.

At this moment, four men walked out of the airport exit.

Three young and one old.

Giorno glanced at them, and his heart beat a few times faster.

"The clothes and suitcases are both extremely high-end goods!"

Fat sheep!

And it’s a rare big fat sheep!

Without any time to think, Giorno stepped forward quickly and blocked the four people's path.

"Is this your first time in Naples? Do you need a guide?"

He stretched out his hand.

"My car is parked over there. If you don't mind, give me thirty thousand lire and I can take you anywhere in Naples."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

The young man in a white trench coat frowned slightly.

Looking at Giorno's blond hair, he felt an inexplicable irritation in his heart.

The black-haired young man kept mumbling words with unclear meaning, such as 'the stand-ins are really attracted to each other'.

The only old man held a cane, shook his head and said: "There are four of us here, your car can't fit in it."

Before Giorno could reply, the young man with the strange hairstyle yelled, "What does it matter, Mr. Joestar, you and Mr. Jotaro take a car, and Brother Jon and I can find another car." ”

The old man thought about it, a trace of hesitation flashed on his face, "But the SPW consortium has already sent a car to pick us up."

"What's the point?" The black-haired young man waved his hands indifferently, "Just as Josuke said, the two of us will take this little brother's car. Dad Joseph, you and Jotaro will continue to wait here for the people from the SPW Foundation. .”

As he spoke, he gave Giorno an extremely friendly smile.

"I have a feeling we'll get along very well."