Chapter 92: Sanji: Yu Kong is the one I love the most among all the people I've loved.
「 After Stelle left the Seat of Divine Foresight, she saw a message Tingyun had sent her not long ago. The content was simple: she was currently relaxing by the harbor, and they could find her after a few of them finished talking with Lady Yukong.
The three of them didn't waste any time and went to the harbor. They immediately spotted the fox-eared girl leaning on the railing, gazing into the distance.
"Oh, Lady Yukong has assigned me the task of receiving you all again. It seems my fate with my benefactors is quite deep. The Sky-Faring Commission has booked the best rooms at the 'Yichen Inn'. Would my benefactors please come with me to the inn for a cup of tea and a temporary rest?"
As soon as they met, Tingyun sighed.
She had finally managed to hand these guests over to her superior, only for them to be thrown back into her hands. This made the young girl a bit frustrated for a moment.
But as a Ferryperson, she quickly adjusted her mindset, maintaining her signature smile on her face,
"Please follow me, benefactors."
As soon as they arrived at the inn's entrance, March 7th couldn't stop feeling sleepy, but with her experience in Belobog, she was already prepared to slip away at any moment.
"To be honest, I just saw Lady Yukong frown, and I almost thought a squad of soldiers was going to rush out and drag us all to jail." March 7th whispered to Stelle, pouting,
"Dealing with important people is even more tiring than fighting monsters…"
Before she finished speaking, Stelle suddenly felt a sharp gaze fixed on her.
Slowly turning her head… she met Tingyun's serious little eyes.
"March…" Stelle quickly nudged the still chattering March 7th with her elbow.
The latter then reacted, awkwardly rubbing her head: "Ah, I, I wasn't speaking ill of Lady Yukong…" 」
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〜JoJo's Bizarre Adventure World, Golden Wind Timeline〜
"Pfft, this girl is quite cute. Although she seems a bit silly, she's at least cuter than Trish."
"HEY! Mista… I CAN'T PRETEND I DIDN'T HEAR THAT!"
Inside the hilltop villa in Naples, the girl's angry voice almost ripped the ceiling off the villa. As a relatively famous new singer in Italy in recent years, Trish had turned down many recent interviews to respond to Giorno's invitation.
Under the camera, Trish was sexy and charming, always presenting herself as a gentle girl-next-door to the media. But once she arrived at the villa of this mafia boss, she tore off her public facade, uninhibitedly displaying her suppressed "true self."
Giorno's purpose in inviting her was simple: besides reminiscing and catching up, it was to watch the light screen together.
"Besides Trish, I also invited someone else… From the timing, he should be arriving soon."
Giorno patted Mista's shoulder, motioning him to sit on the second chair beside him.
"The number two person should be Polnareff. Even if he can't come, I won't sit in this chair. Giorno, think about it carefully, two times two is four, right? The number four is too unlucky—I DON'T WANT TO BE ASSOCIATED WITH SUCH AN UNLUCKY NUMBER!"
As he spoke, Mista's butt moved to the third chair, closer to the middle.
"Giorno, who is the last person?"
Mista asked curiously, deliberately avoiding the word "four."
"Oh, he's already here."
As soon as Giorno finished speaking, they realized there was a figure standing at the villa's entrance.
It was a boy in green clothes, with the same golden hair as Giorno. Having climbed the mountain path to get here, his chest was rising and falling rapidly, and the strawberry-shaped earrings hanging from his ears swayed uneasily.
—It was Fugo.
"Enough, stand here."
Mista quickly reached into his boot, took out the pistol tucked into his shoe, and with practiced movements, aimed the muzzle at the center of Fugo's face—that is, between his eyebrows and lips, roughly above the bridge of his nose, aiming with extreme calm.
"Giorno, why did you invite him?"
Mista snorted coldly. He stabilized the muzzle, looked at his "boss," and pouted his lips as he asked.
"Enough, Mista, calm down… Put the gun down."
Giorno placed his hand on Mista's arm, trying to soothe his emotions,
"I invited Fugo, of course, because for the analysis of the situation on the light screen, we need a smart head."
Fugo was a top student at Bologna University, with an IQ as high as 152. Mista had no objections to calling him the smartest among them.
Because of Sampo, everyone believed that Earth was connected to the world in the light screen. Giorno wanted to discuss with more Stand users how the power of the Star Gods could benefit them.
For this, he used the organization's power to connect with the American [SPW] Foundation and contacted a doctor of oceanography named Jotaro Kujo, arranging to meet at the villa soon for an exchange.
"Is Mr. Kujo not coming today?"
Trish asked in confusion.
"He said he needs to pick up his daughter from prison first, and then come with her,"
Giorno said.
"By the time Mr. Kujo arrives, Mr. Polnareff's injuries should also be healed. I will invite them all together then."
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「 "Don't worry, little me isn't one to spread rumors~" However, to avoid further misunderstandings, Tingyun patiently explained the various chaotic situations and crises in the Luofu to March 7th and the others.
Maintaining vigilance was Yukong's duty, but privately, she was quite easy to talk to.
Moreover, just as Yukong had promised, she not only had Tingyun arrange for the best rooms and daily expenses but also instructed her that if they saw anything they liked or wanted to eat in the Luofu, they should tell the owner, and it would all be charged to the Sky-Faring Commission's account.
Upon hearing that anything they wanted to buy would be directly charged, March 7th's expression immediately cleared up, and she nodded happily.
Seeing her expression, Stelle said, "Why not just say thank you to Sister Yukong right away?"
"You say it first!" March 7th glared at her, then nodded with a smile: "Ahem, encountering such a warm and hospitable host, it would truly be a disservice to their kind intentions not to fully enjoy it. Right, Uncle Yang?" 」
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〜One Piece World〜
"This little March is too easy to deal with, isn't she? As expected, women have no resistance to shopping…"
Usopp looked at March 7th's completely smitten expression and wordlessly rubbed his forehead.
"She does lack vigilance, but considering Mr. Welt is here, there shouldn't be any major problems."
Zoro looked up at the sky while carefully wiping his sword.
"By the way, where's Sanji? Isn't it time for dinner yet?"
The sun was setting, and as Zoro wiped his sword, his stomach let out a timely "grumble—".
"It seems he had too much nosebleed when he saw Yukong… and fainted from anemia."
Usopp was even more speechless when talking about Sanji, who couldn't move when he saw a beautiful woman.
"That guy… he said he only loved Kafka at first."
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