The Nurse looked at Diavolo, took a deep breath, and a large amount of blood was transfused into him, making his physical condition a little better.
A sense of calm flashed in his golden and green pupils, and his body was no longer numb. After Diavolo encountered Johnson Joffrey, he stumbled and hid, then immediately ran away while they were returning to look for Risotto.
They had no time to worry about him, as their most beloved captain had completely departed from the world.
Diavolo pointed a gun at the trembling Nurse, then used King Crimson beside him to circle behind her and punch through her chest, splattering blood onto the smooth floor.
Ambushes from behind were always his common trick, making him seem less honorable. Although he prided himself as the Emperor, the things he actually did were more despicable than a petty person.
Diavolo didn't have so-called social phobia; he just didn't like to expose himself, much like a spymaster, hiding in the shadows yet wielding immense power. No matter what happened, he could only think about profit and power. He was different from people like Risotto, who valued the Assassination Team and cared about its honor. He also couldn't understand why Bucciarati would sacrifice his life for a girl he had only known for a few days.
The foundation of his gang was built on people's fear of the unknown—to put it bluntly, things that didn't exist. King Crimson's ability was very strong, even allowing him to glimpse a God's-eye view, which gave Diavolo a certain Emperor-like sentiment.
But he was always a person of a small circle; he was just a murderer. He could only deceive girlfriends by saying he was a captain's son, and he could only find work as a grave digger in Egypt. He accidentally obtained the Stand arrow, which allowed him to rise to power overnight, but at the same time, the cowardice and inferiority complex etched in his heart surrounded him like a nightmare.
On one hand, he had the humble background of being born in Prison; on the other hand, he was the Emperor ruling Italy.
He couldn't be like DIO, who graduated from a famous university, had a century of experience, glorious travels around the world, and friends. He was just a small-time individual, only able to use his most proficient skills of deception and concealment to make others fear him and build his kingdom.
He didn't even dare to let anyone see his humble face.
He turned and left the blood bank, put on a doctor's white coat, tied up his red hair, and concealed himself in the bustling hospital. He found a quiet small room and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He slowly began to recall the battle; he wasn't a fool.
Johnson Joffrey called him—Diavolo?
How did he know his name was Diavolo? Did Melone tell him? Although Melone wouldn't die from jumping from the fifth floor, he would still be injured, so it was impossible for him to get there so quickly.
If Melone didn't tell him, then it confirms my previous speculation, Diavolo thought. The Assassination Team's intelligence might have come from him.
He was connected to Kujo Jotaro, and from Kujo Jotaro, one could deduce Polnareff.
Polnareff had been completely sealed away in Diavolo's memory as the final endpoint, rarely even thought of again. About five years ago, he had impersonated him for a phone call to Kujo Jotaro, and there had been no contact since. But if there was anyone in this world who knew his ability, it was him. In the past decade, he was the only person who had made him personally intervene and expose King Crimson's ability.
But Polnareff had been killed by me; there was no doubt about that.
A dead person's mouth is shut forever.
Johnson Joffrey, I must kill him.
After a brief rest, his phone vibrated. When he took it out and saw Bucciarati's message, he couldn't help but smile.
[Emperor, we have found your daughter, Trish Una. Please give your instructions.]
Diavolo took a deep breath, feeling a surge of joy. It proved that Diavolo treated those loyal to him quite well. The reason he was so harsh on the Assassination Team was because of their mysterious nature.
Just imagine, could a boss be at ease with a powerful team whose abilities even the boss didn't know?
All along, under the pretext that the Assassination Team's abilities should not be exposed, Risotto had refused to report the Assassination Team's abilities. He also said that it should only be reported to the Emperor in person. How could Diavolo agree to such a face-to-face report? But at that time, the organization needed the Assassination Team to shine, which was why Diavolo had endured the Assassination Team with a thorn in his side.
Diavolo pondered for a moment, then edited his message:
"My Bucciarati, you have done exceptionally well. Now come to the clock tower on Fort Street. I will be waiting for you there. Bring Trish to me."
After writing it, Diavolo couldn't help but smile. Then the other party replied:
"BOSS, what about Trish's mother? She's still in the hospital."
"Oh, her," Diavolo thought. "I absolutely cannot let Bucciarati come to the hospital. That would expose me and risk encountering members of the Assassination Team. Trish must not fall into their hands again."