Bucciarati Sends His Regards

The Cloud Dragon in the sky let out a low roar. Dawn looked towards the sound, his gaze quickly locking onto a large rock.

The rock's texture seemed slightly unnatural. It was obvious Risotto was hiding there.

"Diavolo, make sure to clean up any stragglers."

Dawn gave a reminder. Diavolo raised an eyebrow and, without any extra words, activated King Crimson and punched the rock.

BOOM!!!

Shards of rock flew everywhere. Risotto leaped out in a sorry state, his body covered in bloody gashes from the debris, blood flowing freely.

"Metal products!"

Risotto's eyes were blood red. He was deeply shaken by the Boss's death and didn't want to stay a moment longer.

Risotto didn't give much thought to whether his attack was effective. After activating his ability, he turned and ran without even looking back.

"Time Erasure."

King Crimson's figure ghosted behind Risotto, dodging the metallic projectiles and looking down at the small vampire before him.

Risotto crashed into King Crimson's broad chest. The immense recoil sent him sprawling onto his back, his legs still pedaling the air as if running, his face filled with panic and anxiety.

"Risotto, like your Boss, you are both fakes."

"Time, resume."

King Crimson raised his leg and crushed Risotto's head with a single stomp, thoroughly ending the vampire's life.

Snap~snap~snap~

Hewitt's figure appeared. He approached, clapping his hands, his face filled with pleasure and excitement.

"What a thoroughly satisfying crushing victory, though the methods were a bit crude."

Hewitt smiled at Dawn and trotted over, using Ripple to purify the remains of the two vampires.

When purifying Risotto's body, the supposedly dead vampire began to struggle violently but ultimately turned to dust.

"Father is truly cautious. King Crimson alone was enough for a crushing victory, yet he still called me to watch."

Hewitt bowed slightly with a grin, indicating the mission was successfully completed.

Confusion flickered across King Crimson's face. He had destroyed the brain, so why hadn't Risotto died completely?

Hewitt calmly explained, "Don't underestimate any vampire. Some vampires, to catch others off guard, will transfer their brains to their chest or elsewhere beforehand, to feign death or achieve a surprise counter-attack."

Diavolo nodded seriously.

The loud sounds of battle attracted the attention of the two people inside the house. After inquiring, they learned that their visitors had come looking for them.

"Dawn, according to your prediction, this should be the window period."

Joestar said, summoning Purple Hermit to scan the entire globe.

Before long, Joestar's face lit up with joy.

"Found him!"

Everyone gathered around and saw a red dot about twenty kilometers away, still moving slowly.

"There's no time to delay, let's set off now."

They boarded the Cloud Dragon and flew rapidly towards Mista's location.

"Dawn, I can use Time Stop to instantly kill him and prevent Time Reset from triggering again."

Dio said in a low voice. Giving his all was a sign of respect, even though he hadn't met Mista.

Dawn didn't answer immediately. Golden Experience Requiem's automatic protection flashed in his mind, and he then shook his head firmly.

"Dio, Requiem's power is beyond your imagination. Even if you kill Mista, Time Reset will still activate as usual."

Dio frowned upon hearing this.

Dawn then comforted him, "Don't worry, Mista isn't an enemy. Once the misunderstanding is cleared up, it'll be fine."

Not long after everyone left.

Abandoned Cabin.

A giant peregrine falcon broke through the air, landing and its form twisting and changing until it gradually became a tall, robust humanoid.

Kars crouched down, picked up a pinch of white dust, sniffed it, and a cruel smile spread across his lips.

"This is... Diavolo's scent. Who killed you?"

Kars stood up, closed his eyes, and the scents from all directions replayed the scene in his mind.

"Taken down in one blow, Diavolo, you useless piece of trash."

Kars muttered to himself, then sniffed again carefully.

"Two humans, and two vampires. Who is the demon I'm looking for?"

Kars opened his eyes, a sharp glint bursting forth.

"It doesn't matter. Killing them all will surely be the right choice."

Kars leaped into the air, transforming into a peregrine falcon and soaring into the sky, the sharp sound of air being torn apart echoing incessantly.

A demon that would destroy the world has appeared in Italy; if it is not eradicated, the world will surely be destroyed.

This was another dream revelation Kars had received.

"Fate guides me..."

Deep within the jungle, Mista and Trish traveled together.

The two followed the path cleared by the Punisher Squad, skillfully dodging several waves of pursuers along the way as they ventured further.

"Mista, why are these vampires running around like crazy? It's rare to see them out in the wild usually."

Trish, slashing through thorns with her machete, turned to look at Mista.

Mista's gaze was solemn. Perhaps the group they encountered before had stirred up some trouble, causing chaos in the city.

"Trish, let's hide in the Punisher Squad's shelter first. Once the situation calms down, we'll make our next move."

Trish nodded, unconsciously recalling her fallen comrades. Her eyes drooped, a shadow flickering within them.

Mista noticed Trish's expression, pursed his lips, and said nothing, merely patting her shoulder in comfort.

The two soon found a hidden burrow and lifted the camouflage to crawl inside.

Dust covered everything here. Fortunately, the food consisted of sealed cans and hadn't spoiled. The issue of drinking water was also easily solved; being in the jungle, they could drink it after a little purification.

Mista hadn't even had time to relax when the low growls of unknown creatures suddenly came from outside.

"Are we being followed?"

Mista muttered to himself, drawing his hand cannon with lightning speed and aiming it at the burrow entrance.

If the enemy dared to enter, they would immediately be blown to pieces by explosive bullets, leaving no trace.

The sound of messy footsteps echoed, finally stopping at the entrance.

The nerves of both men tensed. Mista, without hesitation, decisively reached for his Insect Arrow pendant.

"Mista."

Dawn's voice came, very casual.

"Bucciarati, say hello to him for me."

Mista and Trish froze, their movements involuntarily stopping.

"Bucciarati? How does he know Bucciarati? The captain always used a codename."

Mista's mind began to churn.

Dawn spoke again, "We took down Diavolo and his assault squad. The city is in chaos, and there's no time to waste."

"You have the ability to rewind death, so why do you fear me?"

As soon as he said this, Mista's pupils widened in shock.

"You... actually know about the previous loop."

Mista was stunned. This was the first time someone had been immune to his death rewind and was still sticking to him like a persistent stain.

"Mista, the other party has no ill intentions. Otherwise, it would be a full-scale siege by now."

Trish reasoned calmly, advising, "We could try to make contact."

Mista hesitated for a moment, then nodded, put down his gun, and walked towards the cave entrance.