"Hello, I am Kujo Jotaro."
At that moment, Johnson Joffrey's expression became very interesting. He had just declared his resolve, 'Even if I die in Italy, I won't cling to Kujo Jotaro's leg,' and the next second, the other party called. What was going on?
No, this isn't me getting slapped in the face; he's doing it to me.
As Johnson Joffrey was pondering what to say, Ghiaccio suddenly flared up, froze the phone into a block of ice, and crushed it.
Johnson Joffrey was stunned.
Ghiaccio looked at him calmly.
After a long stare, Johnson Joffrey asked in surprise, "Why?"
Ghiaccio smiled and said, "He is your father's killer, but it doesn't matter. Once I resolve the matters at hand, I will go and kill him."
"For the sake of God (DIO), revenge."
Johnson: "..." Where did you come from, DIO fan?!
"Dealing with Kujo Jotaro isn't easy," Melone interjected. "I heard he can control time."
Everyone couldn't help but look at Melone, showing surprised gazes.
"Control time?" Mista said in surprise. "No wonder he could kill Johnson's father."
"Ghiaccio, use your brain, okay?" Illuso said somewhat angrily. "If I pull you into the Mirror World and don't let your brain in, it won't affect you at all."
"Because you don't have a brain. If Kujo Jotaro wanted to deal with Johnson, Johnson would be dead by now."
"You're the one without a brain! Don't you care about Johnson at all?! Kujo Jotaro, you know?! He's the ultimate weapon of the SPW Foundation, a human killing machine!" Ghiaccio said earnestly, "If he finds out Johnson is the son of a vampire, that would be terrible. He'd rush over from America."
"Who exactly is this Jotaro?" Mista asked, confused, but no one answered him.
"You do have a point there. If I were Jotaro, I would definitely pursue them relentlessly," Formaggio said.
Then Prosciutto said in a lecturing tone, "How short-sighted. Pesci, did you see that? My partner will crush any spark of a nemesis."
"Although I don't quite understand," Mista interjected, "So Kujo Jotaro should be trying to kill Johnson this time, right?"
"—That's why you can only be weaklings."
Risotto's scolding voice, like a sudden clap of thunder, rang out, making everyone in the private room fall silent.
"Kujo Jotaro is the true strong one because he fears nothing," Risotto said deeply. "He won't use his power to force anyone to do anything, nor will he break his principle of not harming the elderly and children because of it."
"A strong person has his own magnanimity and principles, and his unique straightforwardness, which is completely different from ordinary people."
"Despite having abilities beyond the rules, he is willing to put on shackles. This is why fate chose him as a strong person."
Risotto's words brought a calm to the private room. Johnson Joffrey couldn't help but ponder, if I had Kujo Jotaro's ability to control and stop time worldwide, what would I do? Would I rule the world like DIO, or control all of Italy like Diavolo?
Or would I be a Doctor of Oceanography like Kujo Jotaro?
The outcomes of the first two are predictable; only Kujo Jotaro succeeded... Was this also part of your plan, JOJO?!
"What do you mean? Kujo Jotaro already knew about Johnson?" Ghiaccio asked.
Johnson Joffrey didn't answer. After saying, 'I'm going to find a phone,' he slipped away.
"Big Brother, don't you have a cell phone?" Pesci said.
Prosciutto remained silent, because Johnson also knew he had a phone but didn't ask for it. The reason, of course, was that not everything needs to be known by us.
"Hello, this is Kujo Jotaro."
Jotaro's voice rang out again, making Johnson a little nervous.
"I apologize, Mr. Jotaro, this is Johnson Joffrey. Something came up just now, and I didn't mean to hang up on you."
"No matter."
Jotaro's voice sounded a bit hoarse due to the electronic signal transmission.
"May I ask if there's anything I can help you with?"
Jotaro was silent for a moment, then said, "Are you on a train right now? Where are you headed?"
"Cagliari."
"The first reason I called you was that when the SPW Foundation came to visit and collect your blood sample, they found you weren't home."
Johnson Joffrey thought for a moment and remembered that this was indeed scheduled, but he had been too busy recently and had forgotten.
"Oh, I apologize, I've been a bit busy these past two days. I joined Italy's largest mafia organization yesterday morning, then betrayed it in the afternoon. Now I'm heading to Cagliari to find the organization boss's daughter, expose the boss's true identity, and then become the new Boss."
Jotaro: "..."
"Well, it's high school spring break, so I have more free time," Johnson Joffrey said calmly. Anyway, with Jotaro's abilities, he would surely find out, so why not just tell him directly? As for killing the boss during vacation, it's nothing compared to your fifty days of truancy to fight vampires.
"Your student vacation certainly is colorful," Jotaro exclaimed, then rubbed his temples, feeling a headache. Dio's son never made things easy, no matter where he went.
"It's alright."
"Then may I bother you for a few minutes? Is that okay?"
"It's fine now, but please don't call me when I'm fighting the boss. After all, I guess the boss definitely won't wait for me to finish."
"Okay, I understand," Jotaro said. "Regarding your Stand Ability to predict, have you predicted anything else recently?"
Several documents lay before Jotaro. In the private American villa, the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were blowing. It was ten o'clock at night, American time, and Jotaro hadn't closed the windows. The night wind, along with the white papers, lifted them. He couldn't help but raise his hand to hold down the papers. The dim yellow light shone on the mahogany desk.
His gaze suddenly fell on the half-open door crack, where a pair of small blue-green eyes watched him.
Jolyne Kujo, only 7 years old (born in 1992), came to her father for the first time when her mother was not present. Jotaro wanted to talk to her, but he couldn't hang up the phone. He could only wave his hand, telling her to leave. His expressionless face frightened the brave little Jolyne, and she scurried away.
Kujo Jotaro's raised hand completely froze in mid-air. Regret once again filled his heart, but he no longer had time to worry about Jolyne. Instead, he felt the breathing on the other end of the phone slightly halt.
"Mr. Jotaro, I am very sorry," Johnson Joffrey's standard American accent came from the other end of the phone.
"Hmm?"
"My Stand Ability is not precognition."
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Here's a drawing of Johnson Joffrey by a friend, [Kishibe Rohan Moving Around].
I think the drawing is really good, and he also takes commissions for character designs. His art style is quite similar to the JoJo art style. If you're interested, you can also ask him to draw a cover or character design for you.
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