Who agrees, who opposes?

Dawn punched through the halo behind his head, and Silver Chariot Requiem was instantly struck, its body exploding and unable to recover for half a day.

The Insect Arrow landed with a spin, piercing the ground and coming to a halt.

Seeing this, Giorno also punched through the halo behind his head, and Silver Chariot Requiem was completely annihilated, as if it had never existed.

Souls returned to their places, the chaotic Rome returned to normal, the physical abnormalities gradually disappeared, and the influence of Silver Chariot Requiem began to fade.

Dawn retrieved his cigarette case, took out a cigarette, and his fingers sprayed out scorching airflow, originating from the ability of the Shooter Beetle, successfully lighting the cigarette.

After taking a drag, Dawn walked towards the Insect Arrow stuck in the ground.

"Snap~"

The floor beneath his feet cracked under the strain, and Dawn's body suddenly sank, his lower half getting stuck in the ground.

"Huh?"

Dawn frowned, slapped the ground with both hands, and his body sprang out, his legs bending backward as he lunged towards the Insect Arrow.

An unnatural wind blew past, and Dawn frowned slightly. His hand passed through the Insect Arrow, and the arrow body bounced to the ground. The immense recoil sent it shooting rapidly in one direction.

Dawn looked back and saw the Insect Arrow piercing Giorno's chest, as if imbued with life, drilling into his body bit by bit.

"The Insect Arrow chose Giorno."

Dawn wasn't too disappointed. The Insect Arrow pendant was on his neck; he had merely been testing the extent of fate's interference just now.

As expected, various coincidences led the Insect Arrow to Giorno. This was fate's arrangement, even if some coincidences seemed very unnatural.

Golden Experience underwent a metamorphosis, its shell shedding to reveal a new Stand, slightly thinner and with the Insect Arrow protrusion appearing on its forehead.

Golden Experience Requiem calmly watched Dawn and raised a hand, causing the surrounding space-time to distort.

It was clear that Golden Experience Requiem possessed self-awareness.

"A voice told me to kill you."

Golden Experience Requiem's gaze was distant, then it continued, "I have no intention of being your enemy, please do not harm Giorno."

Dawn was about to use the Insect Arrow pendant when he heard this. He stopped and looked at Golden Experience Requiem in the air.

"Who told you?"

Golden Experience Requiem shook its head.

"It cannot be said, but He said you are a shameful variable."

The distorted space returned to normal, and Golden Experience Requiem disappeared. No one else heard their conversation.

"Dawn, Tobio has escaped."

Diavolo's voice came through. Dawn turned his head, and Tobio's figure quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Diavolo's past vanished, and Tobio was alone. His choice to flee was not unexpected.

In fact, Tobio's combat intuition and intelligence were not low.

His brilliance could be seen when he killed Risotto on Sardinia in the original work; he was not entirely without merit.

"Don't worry about it. Once we control the Passione Organization, finding Tobio won't be difficult."

Dawn extinguished his cigarette. Seeing this, Diavolo said nothing more and his figure gradually faded.

The luxurious hall was brightly lit, with many Stand users hidden in the darkness. In the center of the hall, a long table made of mixed materials was filled with people.

"You're saying this brat, who needs permission even to drink, wants to step all over me?"

A burly man lit a cigar, took off his suit jacket, and draped it over himself, looking at Dawn with disdain.

Giorno remained silent, his gaze growing cold.

Laughter echoed around them. Everyone present was an Organization executive, and none of them took Bucciarati's team seriously.

Mista stood behind Dawn, hearing the man's mockery. His eyes turned cold, and he reached for his revolver.

Bucciarati approached Mista, grabbed his wrist, and whispered, "Trust Mr. Dawn."

A flicker of annoyance crossed Mista's eyes. He calmed himself and released his grip on the pistol.

The burly man took a deep puff of his cigar, leaned forward, his eyes mocking, and blew choking smoke towards Dawn.

Whoosh!!!

A Bone Arrow flew through the air. The strong man froze, his brow pierced by the Bone Arrow, and a trickle of blood slowly ran down.

Thud!

The burly man's body fell to the ground, still slightly warm. The scene fell silent; no one had expected Dawn to actually dare to act.

Crack!!!

A cadre slammed his hand on the table, his face contorted in rage.

Whoosh!!!

The Bone Arrow struck again. The executive quickly summoned his Stand to block, but his arm was pierced, and blood flowed out.

Thump~ Thump~ Thump~

Footsteps sounded as Kars pushed the door open and entered. His tall figure strode towards the long table, his golden vertical pupils scanning the room, filled with rage and ferocity.

A terrifying aura pressed down. The Stand users hidden in the shadows swallowed hard, not daring to make a sound, lest death arrive.

"Bucciarati! What is the meaning of this!?"

A gaunt executive, a mix of shock and anger, questioned Bucciarati.

Bucciarati glanced at him.

"Why court death? Eliminating drugs only means a slight loss of income, it won't kill you."

"Bucciarati, as fellow executives, mind your tone."

The gaunt executive calmed himself, raised his wine glass, and downed it in one go. He then slammed it hard onto the floor, the sound jarringly loud in the silent hall.

Rustling sounds came from the darkness as numerous black gun muzzles appeared.

Kars' lips curved into a cruel arc. His figure flashed and vanished. Screams and gunshots echoed from the darkness. Before long, the gunfire ceased, and silence fell.

A Stand user fled the darkness in terror, as if pursued by a monstrous flood. Suddenly, his entire body stiffened, unable to move.

Kars emerged from the darkness, a Stand user clutched by the neck. The Stand struggled wildly, its fists striking Kars' chest like a machine gun.

Kars remained unfazed.

The Stand users in the hall clutched their necks in agony, their pleas for mercy intermittent.

"Don't kill me... I am... Requiem..."

Dawn's heart stirred. He lit a cigarette and asked, "What Requiem?"

The Stand user struggled to answer with all his might.

"Those who participate in killing me... will surely... suffer the same pain... and die!"

Dawn rolled his eyes and gave Kars a look. Kars understood.

Crack~

Kars snapped the Stand user's spine. The corresponding Stand user let out a scream, his eyes rolling back as he collapsed onto the floor, utterly dead.

Not long after, the Requiem ability activated.

Dawn and Kars' spines twisted, and a ghostly figure appeared, spewing venomous curses.

Their spines, though broken, rapidly healed as if nothing had happened.

The ghostly figure gradually faded until it vanished completely.

Dawn stretched his neck and extinguished his cigarette with the back of his large hand, looking at the Passione Organization executives present with a smile.

"I say, as the organization's BOSS, Giorno. Who agrees, who opposes?"

The executives exchanged glances, all as silent as cicadas in winter. They lowered their heads, not daring to speak.

That guy... is so scary...

Dawn picked at his ear. His hearing was incredibly acute now; if he wanted to, no one could whisper.

"What were you just saying?"

An executive trembled, falling off his chair in fright. His face turned ashen, and he couldn't speak.