Let's Go Beat Someone Up

Diavolo's body was trembling uncontrollably.

The previously dense toxic fumes intensified after the truth was revealed.

He could feel his brain gradually losing control under the influence of that terrible toxin.

For a Stand User, spirit is the foundation for controlling a Stand, and intellect is the most important weapon for defeating enemies.

The poison Diavolo is currently suffering from is a terrifying demon that destroys the brain and corrodes the mind.

His emotions became uncontrollably excited and manic, and he began to experience hallucinations.

"Damn it. If this keeps up..."

"I will eventually lose consciousness completely."

Diavolo knew very well what the consequences of losing consciousness in this situation would be:

We must wake up.

"Hurry up and leave immediately."

He pressed his temples hard, trying to wake himself up.

But willpower has its limits, and such desperate and futile actions could not save his confused mind, which was running wild like a runaway horse.

Diavolo stopped there, struggling against his body.

The King Crimson then stopped in his tracks.

As the master's mental state gradually deteriorated, the existence of this powerful Stand also became less and less solid.

Even so, Giorno remained vigilant.

Because he now clearly understands that he has not won at all:

Diavolo was only poisoned, while he suffered severe burns all over his body.

His body was covered with wounds that were indistinguishable in black and red, and the flesh and blood oozing pus were mixed together with the charred and deformed clothing, making it impossible to tell them apart.

Forget about continuing to fight, he now suffers unimaginable pain even just taking a breath.

Giorno is now in dire straits.

The person who can decide his fate now is still Diavolo.

"So."

"Diavolo, are you even capable of moving now?"

Giorno waited quietly for the result.

If the toxins weren't enough to render Diavolo incapacitated so quickly, then he could only accept his fate.

Giorno will still die, but it's not all meaningless.

Since he had successfully poisoned Diavolo would eventually lose consciousness as the poison took effect.

Even if he dies, his comrades who arrive later will help him with the aftermath and reap the fruits of victory.

"Bring it on!"

With that thought in mind, Giorno accepted his fate with equanimity.

He looked at Diavolo, who stood still, without a trace of fear in his eyes:

Diavolo, kill me!

"Giorno!" Mista clenched his Riot Games, trembling weakly in the pool of blood.

"Giorno." Polnareff struggled to his feet, using the stone pillar for support, his eyes now filled with deep respect.

"Gioru No."

Diavolo's body trembled slightly, as if Giorno's roar had provoked his anger.

The next instant.

Click.

The world before Giorno's eyes flickered.

By the time he came to his senses, Diavolo had already disappeared.

This terrifying man seemed to have vanished into thin air, disappearing from the battlefield.

"He"

"Left?"

Giorno's expression was somewhat taken aback, followed by a look of relief:

Diavolo was indeed still able to move, but instead of killing anyone, he chose to escape.

It seems that the toxins have indeed taken effect to a certain extent.

That's why Diavolo didn't dare kill anyone, didn't dare linger for even a second, and used all his last strength to escape:

He must have wanted to escape to a safe place where he wouldn't be discovered before Jotaro, Li Qing, and the others arrived, and before the poison in his body fully took effect.

"Diavolo escaped, but I am still alive."

"Such an outcome"

Giorno breathed a long sigh of relief:

"It's not too bad."

With a sigh, Giorno collapsed with relief, sprawling on the ground still warm from the flames.

What came into view was no longer blood and fire, but a sky full of stars after the dark clouds had dispersed.

The stars shone brightly, as if reborn.

Outside the Colosseum.

A taxi was speeding through the heart of Rome's busiest city center at a pace that would drive any traffic cop crazy.

"Guest. The Colosseum of Rome."

"Almost there, almost there."

The driver's face was covered in cold sweat.

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In the back seat, the burly man, who was 1.95 meters tall, remained silent.

His sharp pupils were deeply hidden under the wide brim of his hat, yet his resolute facial features remained clearly defined in the darkness.

The well-fitting white coat, which was already a relatively loose style, was now stretched taut by his bulging, mountain-like muscles.

It's like a volcano about to erupt.

This aura, even in silence, is still chilling.

The driver only glanced at the man in the rearview mirror briefly, but was so frightened by the man's terrifying aura, which was like that of a fierce tiger, that he trembled all over.

He didn't know why the passenger he randomly picked up at the Rome airport had suddenly turned into this.

Just two phone calls transformed this burly yet approachable man into a terrifying beast that no one dared to look him in the eye.

"Arrive!"

Seeing that they had finally arrived at their destination, the driver breathed a sigh of relief.

He slammed on the brakes, pulling the car sideways on the side of the road near the Colosseum, and then eagerly pressed the door lock:

"Please get off the bus."

"Um."

The man in the back seat nodded slightly.

He casually pulled out a few high-denomination lira bills from his pocket and tossed them onto the passenger seat without looking back.

"Keep the change, thank you for your help."

"Well?"

The driver was slightly taken aback.

He was prepared to be ripped off, but he didn't expect this intimidating guy to not only pay him but also be so polite.

"Please forgive me if I startled you."

"I haven't been this enraged in a very, very long time."

"Jotaro Kujo, the man Diavolo fears," he said with a cold expression.

As he spoke, he looked up through the back window of the car at the ancient amphitheater in front of him:

Polnareff

Are you still alive?

The Colosseum, of course, cannot provide the answer.

But the flames burning and the thick smoke rising from the Colosseum indirectly told him that the situation was far from optimistic.

Jotaro's strong heart, honed by countless trials, trembled uncontrollably at this moment:

The last phone call was just a minute ago.

On the phone, the evil man named Diavolo was clamoring to cut Polnareff in two with a single blow.

At that time, Jotaro, as a close friend who had shared life and death with his partner, was powerless to do anything.

All he could do was shout a limited "Stop!"

After that, Jotaro knew nothing about what happened in the Colosseum or what became of Polnareff.

But what he knew for sure was that he would never let Diavolo go.

No one can hurt his companions.

Those who have harmed his companions, no matter how powerful, will eventually pay the price with their lives.

"Star Platinum!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Jotaro summoned his most reliable comrade-in-arms.

This humanoid Stand named Star Platinum appeared on the curb outside the car and casually opened the back door of the taxi for its owner.

If Li Qing and the others were here, they would surely be amazed by the appearance of this humanoid double—

This guy's art style is different from everyone else's.

Gold Experience and Steel Chain Fingers both have agile physiques, while Star Platinum has a burly build with bulging muscles, exuding a unique kind of violent aesthetics.

The golden shoulder armor and white loincloth, along with its cool and simple attire, further accentuated its wildness.

His muscles, which were always exposed, were as hard as cast iron, with distinct edges and creases, and trembled slightly with his breathing.

Every slight movement could inexplicably create an indescribable sense of oppression.

This is the invincible Star Platinum, known to all.

"Star Platinum, let's go."

"Let's go beat someone up."

Jotaro gently touched the brim of his hat, revealing a pair of cold, sharp eyes beneath it.

Under that menacing declaration, he stepped out of the car and stood next to Star Platinum.

Then

Jotaro had only taken a few steps forward, and hadn't even gotten close to the gates of the Colosseum.

A middle-aged man with pink hair suddenly came into view.