The Villain's Road From Jojo

A young child is being bullied by three other children. Because the child is of Japanese blood, and this is Italy, there will inevitably be some racial discrimination.

The problem of racial discrimination is unavoidable no matter where it is, and this is also the root of human inferiority.

The weather in Italy is extremely cold at this time, which should be the reason why winter has just arrived. It seems that it has just rained once in the sky, and there is still a lot of water on the ground.

Giorno was tripped by these brats and fell on a puddle of water. Now his cotton trousers were covered with cold puddles of water. Centipede thrown into the panties like.

It was unbearable at all, but Giorno, lying on the ground, did not dare to say a word, as if he had long been used to seeing people's faces.

He knew very well that if he didn't do this, it would be very difficult to live.

No one can help themselves.

Rennes, leaning against the car across the road, looked at Dio with a big smile on his face.

Well, what will you choose to do? My dear brother.

This time Rennes will simply choose to be a bystander.

"**........."

Dio sniffed the smell in the air, his eyes gradually began to stare at Giorno who fell to the ground.

"Smash Varudo!"

Suddenly, golden double energy emerged beside him, and then a strange energy began to spread.

Time was stopped by Dio. During the nine-second pause, he slowly walked to Giorno's side, and with the sharp claws on his finger, he gently stabbed a small hole on Giorno's neck, a drop Blood was drank in his mouth.

"Hmm.....this smell...."

As soon as he opened his eyes, Dio was very aware of the blood. The blood melted into his body in an instant, and there was almost no rejection reaction. The matter was already confirmed.

The kid who fell on the ground in front of him was undoubtedly his son.

He remained silent, and then he seemed to think of something in his mind. He had indeed been to Japan and played with a woman in the early days, and maybe it was at that time that he left the seeds.

Time resumed its flow.

The three little ghosts were taken aback when they suddenly saw Dio appearing in front of them, because Dio's aura was too terrifying.

"When did it show up!"

"too horrible!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the three frightened children ran away immediately.

Giorno was the only one left lying in front of Dio, he slowly raised his head, and met Dio's eyes.

"stand up."

Looking at Gioruno on the ground coldly, for some reason, looking at Gioruno, he always felt a little like looking at his past self, the punk and powerless self.

Hearing Dio's words, Giorno got up from the ground, looking at Dio's face, he didn't dare to do anything that would displease the other party.

It's just that he doesn't know why he always feels an inexplicable sense of closeness to Dior.

"Why didn't you fight back like a fool just now, those guys dared to bully you, don't you know how to beat them for a while?! The weak one is like a waste, scum."

Dio looked coldly at Giorno on the ground, as if he was very dissatisfied with his embarrassment.

For a child like Giorno, Dio's aura made him speechless.

Finally, after Dio saw Giorno's timid expression, Dio's original cold expression eased, and then walked aside.

"Let's go."

Didn't say anything, Dior thought of his bastard father just now, a guy who is not even as good as a scum, wasn't he just like his father?

No! Absolutely not! That bastard who is worse than shit! How can I be like him!!

Dior roared directly in his heart, he could never forget the shadow of his childhood, it was the shame and stain of his life.

Giorno quickly passed Dio, but he took a last look at Dio and left the street.

Although he couldn't see the look on Dior's face, Rennes beside him was very clear.

"Dior, don't bother with the past, and besides, didn't the guy who is not as good as a scum give us two swords?"

Rennes' memory is also very clear. Dilido picked him up and treated him like a slave, and he was abused and beaten countless times.

But he is grateful that it was that experience that made him who he is now.

"Phew...I will definitely not be like that scum..."

Dio was the only one who did not back down on this point, and then he walked towards the place where Giorno had just left, with Rennes slowly following behind.

Today, Giorno was bullied by his classmates as usual, except that he met a strange person on the road.

That guy made him feel scary and close, as if he had a blood relationship with him.

….Who do you want to wash these clothes after you soiled them!? I’ve been annoyed by seeing you for a long time! Always sneaking around and looking at people’s faces makes me so angry!!”

Holding a leather belt in his hand, a fat man swung it down at the young Giorno,

Huo Huo's waving sound was clearly visible.

Giorno raised his arm to block it, which made the overweight man's face even more ruthless.

"Gioluno! How dare you stand in my way! You brat! You're so brave! Huh?"

Another lash hit Giorno's body, this time the skin of Giorno's arm was torn apart, and then the overweight man kicked Giorno's abdomen.

The young Giorno fell to the ground in pain, with unstoppable tears flowing from the eye sockets. For a child who was only five years old, such beatings were too cruel.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Yi (Wang Haozhao) slapped Qiao Luno's face, legs, and abdomen three times in a row. In these three positions, the man beat him harder and harder. He almost regarded Qiao Luno as his sandbag and vent hole.

"See if I don't kill you bastard!!!"

Protecting his head, Giorno's body was covered with cuts and bruises, and he didn't even dare to open his eyes.

"Oh——you had a great time playing?"

Suddenly a cold hand grabbed the belt that the overweight man was about to throw out, and the stopped man turned his head angrily and roared at the guy behind him.

"Damn you! If you dare to interfere with my affairs, believe it or not, I'll beat you up too!!"

When the words were uttered, he turned his head vigorously, and the moment he turned around, he saw Dior's cold bright red eyes and pale fangs.

"What's the matter? Don't continue to clamor? Blow."

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