[JOJO] BOSS Survival Diary

719

Since Polnareff was still useful I managed to take him back to the hotel.

As for the bill, just show him.

It's not the only one, it's stored in the electronic file computer, it's obvious.

I don't want to pass out again as soon as he wakes up and sees the bill.

"...BOSS."

"Let's go back and talk about it. I don't want to ask about you right now." I rubbed my forehead, "If you want to go back right away, I'll book a ticket for tomorrow."

"..."

"What? Could it be that I can't afford the airfare? I didn't deduct the remuneration." I looked at him, "Or, do you have...other ideas?"

The man looked at me with rare eyes, and finally just shook his head silently.

"Boss, I want to ask...about you."

"About me?" I lowered my voice, "Risut... I should have said it more than once, asking this kind of question is not a good choice."

Although now I let the "Passionate BOSS" show its face, this is still not a topic that can be talked about casually.

The residual disgust and fear of showing your face slowly faded over time-but even so, this is not an appropriate issue to talk about.

He should know this very well.

I always feel that it is more than abnormal... Is there anything worth paying attention to in me?

It wasn't so obvious when I swore allegiance before, it seems that after the transfer of authority, it became more——

"But... let me listen to it, although I probably won't answer it." I paused, "What do you want to ask?"

"Yes, thank you for your tolerance, Boss." Risut raised his eyes, "I want to ask, about the Crimson King—"

"boom."

The stand-in's hand grabbed the man's neck and slammed him against the wall.The walls of the hotel made a muffled sound and the sound of falling stones, cracking a cobweb pattern of cracks.

The voice behind caught in his throat, he grabbed the Crimson King's arm, bent one leg against the wall, and let out a difficult gasp mixed with a cough.

I squinted, stood at the edge of range, and pulled a cigarette from the pack.

The Crimson King's five fingers tightened slightly.

At range, I could wring his neck off in an instant, even if his metalwork worked.

Think about it this way - it's too gentle when you apply cream on your back.

"Surprised me...I thought you were going to ask questions like the last few times." I said, "You're so pushy...or do you think I'm going to tell you about my stand-in something?"

about face.

About the name.

These are aspects that will come to light sooner or later.

No matter how you use a new face, use a new code name, the original appearance will be exposed sooner or later.I'm just choosing the moment, little by little, in a way that's careful and doesn't cause too much shock.

So even if it is used as a reward in advance, it is also possible.

But the substitute is different——

This is obvious.

No stand-in messenger will tell others about his abilities, and even his companions will not know everything.

Risut is clearer, but most of his understanding of the Crimson King is still on the epitaph - the battle with Dobbio is only enough for him to understand this, that is... a short-lived foreknowledge .

The form of the precognition is not even clear.

"Risut."

I shake off the soot and look up at the man who is still staring at me.

"You've crossed the line."

720

This is different from before, it is not a topic that can be easily detoured.

Boiling a frog in lukewarm water doesn't work for me - if he's thinking about stepping in like this, he's thinking too much.

"Did I say... I'm not good at torture?"

I brushed my ear hair back, took a step in Risut's direction, and blew smoke at him who was pinned against the wall.He narrowed his eyes and suppressed his coughing, as if trying to see me through the gray smoke.

——I'm not good at torture.

This is a fact.

Crimson King's stats are enough to kill in one hit, and most of the time, I don't need intelligence on the enemies I'm facing.

When deciding to come forward in person, the other party must be cleaned up.

As for the information it carries—as long as it dies, it will naturally be buried in blood, and no one will know.

"Torture is an art, you should be very clear about it...you can't let the tortured person suffer too much damage, at least not fatal...you have to make him feel scared. You have to make the other person submit, Let the other party trust."

I raised my hand and pressed my fingers on Risut's chest.

"Most of the time I can only do it halfway, and I have to ask why—"

Intelligence torture is cyclical.

Because the answer can always squeeze out more.

But I'm different. When faced with the subject of torture, I don't need to think so much.

Ok.

It's not so much that I'm not good at it, but it's not necessary for me.

"My torture objects are all disposable items."

I squint.

"You want to just scrap it like this, Risut."

721

No matter how powerful a stand-in is, it is possible to lose in battle.

But no matter what the situation is, it is always the easiest choice to contain the main body. After all, no matter how powerful a substitute is, the main body is also a human being.

The DIO kind is an exception.

Although I don't think... Risut will attack me at this time.

I took a drag on my cigarette.

......Ok.

Special products can really clear up the mind a lot, but the herbal smell is too strong.

Although the Crimson King was used to choke his neck, it was not difficult to speak with this strength.

Turning a blind eye doesn't seem to be the way to go—I've always been a little concerned before, but it's definitely not to the extent that I have to deal with it.

I have no plans to replace the members of the assassination team, and Risut is indeed very good and useful, but crossing the line is not the same as his value.If Polnareff interrupted me before and I could just avoid talking about it, now I have to figure out what's going on.

"...BOSS."

"Don't move around, Risut, I'm not the same as Dobio... After all, the Crimson King was "loaned" to him. I narrowed my eyes, "I'm not sure if I'll accidentally break your neck." "

"..."

"So, continue with the question just now—did I say I wouldn't answer it? Well, I did." I said, "The question you just wanted to ask about the Scarlet King...is what?"

"..."

Risut lowered his eyelids, his scarlet pupils almost buried in the darkness.

Although the black sclera makes it harder to see the eyes clearly... But this expression still makes me a little uncomfortable.

"...Yes, I want to ask, about the Crimson King..."

he said hoarsely.

"...that arrow in the arm."

The author has something to say: Honest people can always hit the breaking point【

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