Invincible I want a dream

Naples Airport.

When Yushi Chuanping dragged his suitcase off the plane, he had completely forgotten about the strange guests and the "criminal evidence" he had collected.

After all, in Earl D's pet store, there are often strange customers who have nervous breakdowns. In contrast, Toru Amuro, who is reasonably sensible, doesn't have much memory.

Of course, if you have to say it, stealing joss sticks is really impressive, enough for him to be among the best.

But these are things that the boss should worry about. As a wage earner, it is better for him to concentrate on enjoying the holiday.

"Sir, do you need a ride?"

A handsome young man with a strange haircut smiled and welcomed the guests warmly and politely.

Chuan Pingyu paused for a moment. The blond boy with three curly hair and braided braids gave him a familiar feeling. He attributed it to his muscular figure and clothes that exposed his chest.

... Are all Europeans so well-developed?

Unconsciously glanced at the heart-shaped opening in this man's chest, and thought of his roommates, the tall but slender Chuan Pingyu, who was like a fitness trainer, sighed.

Although he is indeed not interested in this kind of aesthetics, maybe he really can't catch up with the trend?

Didn't everyone say that Italy is the capital of fashion? Diablo still only wears fishnet suits that can't cover anything. Maybe the blond boy is already dressed conservatively.

Chuan Pingyu, who had no idea that he had misunderstood a normal person, nodded and agreed to the deal without much consideration.

"Hello, my name is Giorno Giovanna." The driver of the black car introduced himself after reaching out to take the luggage.

That's right, Giorno Giovanna is actually a black car driver who will defraud passengers of their finances.

There are many people like him in this area. By bribing/bribing the Naples airport police, they will basically not be troubled.

Passengers who are deceived often have to swallow the bitter pill themselves.

However, compared with others, Giorno is not too much. At least he will return the passport and other documents to the airport, so that the owner will not be lost in a foreign country.

Moreover, since the idol in life is a very personable gang/gang member, before directly stealing the luggage, he will often provide another option: "Sir, how about 80 Euros to the city?"

Obviously, this is not a cheap price. After all, he has only one person to ride, and there is a bus next to the airport. Although the congestion is slower, it can save a lot of money.

If it was someone else, they might just decline directly, or cut the price, but for Chuan Pingyu, who has had a psychological shadow since the last time he took the subway, the former can basically be ignored.

But his habit of reticence is also a huge hindrance when it comes to bargaining.

When he was in China, he chose a supermarket instead of a vegetable market to buy vegetables, which is a good example of his dislike of bargaining.

Forget it, it costs money to come out to play.

Kawahira Yushi, who had a sufficient balance, didn't find the price unacceptable, so he agreed indifferently.

Giorno was not surprised at all. This man was dressed in high-quality materials and a big brand. The image of a rich boy who spread money was written on his face.At that time, there were also many other black car drivers who were ready to come up and slaughter the fat sheep, but his movements were faster.

The smile on his face was a little more sincere, he carefully placed the passenger's luggage in the trunk, and opened the car door thoughtfully, with his free hand resting on the car frame to prevent the passenger from bumping his forehead.

Chuan Pingyu sat in the car and felt very satisfied. There was no smell of tobacco and alcohol in this car, and there was no inferior incense bottle that could kill people.

"Are you Japanese? Did you come to Naples for tourism? Or for business?" Through the rearview mirror, Giorno looked at the guest calmly, "If you are here for tourism, I have many places to recommend, all of them It’s a place that the locals love to go. Or I can be your tour guide too, strange to say, I feel like we’ll get along very well.”

"……"Need not.

Kawahira Ushi's words stuck in his throat.

He looked up at the driver, his eyes touched the man's back shoulder, and a five-pointed star-shaped birthmark came into his eyes vaguely.

"..." The foreign visitor was silent, and he finally understood where the previous sense of familiarity came from. The blond curly hair, European appearance, and star-shaped birthmark, even if you want him not to contact the vampire roommate.

Is this the son Dio talked about when he chatted with Pucci?He thought they all lived in America.

Was it originally migrated from Italy?

That's right, it looks like he's not very old, but he's already proficient at socializing and killing customers at the airport, so life is obviously not very satisfactory.

It is also normal to move to the US and seek new opportunities.

But when I think of what Dio said, "This body is not mine", "The ancestral birthmark of the Joestar family", "I am the king of the world", I always feel that something is not right.

Since the body is not his, then the genes...

Chuanping Yushi began to think deeply about biological issues.

"Sir, are you listening?" Giorno couldn't help asking when he saw his sudden silence—he didn't say anything before, but this time it was really obvious, and his eyes were fixed on his back up.

He knew himself, no, the birthmark.

The blond boy with good eyesight squinted his way through society. His mother once said that he had inherited his biological father's imprint. Although his biological knowledge made him skeptical, some recent events Things gradually made him accept this statement.

——In him, a wonderful power is awakening.

He suddenly learned how to give life to objects, and how to drive these living bodies to provide convenience for him, mainly referring to gaining some interest after "being helpful" without any flaws.

Even his originally pure black hair had mutated into blonde a month ago, and none of the barbers said that he could see the traces of hair dyeing.

He couldn't help but wonder about the man who gave him life but didn't appear in his life even for a day.

Did this irresponsible bastard really leave him with something?

"No more trouble."

Chuan Pingyu came to his senses and finally chose to refuse.

Dio's bloodline, this word is full of "wryyyyy" terrible déjà vu, for the sake of his ears, it's better for him to stay away.

Never want to have another species to feed.

However, he still wanted to ask where the prison was, so he shouldn't continue the topic like this.

He decided to get out of the car and look for the map again, but Giorno didn't want to miss this opportunity, which may be his only chance: "It may be a bit strange to say this, but sir, do you know my father? I think you seem to know this unique Birthmark... come on, I've never met him, I just want to know how he's doing."

The mixed-race child's green eyes were full of sparkles, as if they contained a thousand words and countless unbearable pains, which made people feel soft, and they were willing to pour out any secrets to comfort the poor child.

He knows where his advantages are, and he is good at using them, just as he used his looks to snatch passengers from other drivers as naturally as before.

Chuan Pingyu seemed to be moved, and said, "Your father is dead."

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