Strolling Hand in Hand

Yoshikage Kira's gaze was unwavering and crazed, like a vicious dog cornered in a dead end.

Recalling his decisiveness in sacrificing his father, Diavolo had to believe that if he didn't compromise, this "country bumpkin" would really fight to the death.

"Damn it."

Diavolo suddenly had a very bad feeling: his trip to Morioh was probably going to become more and more troublesome.

He suppressed his discomfort and asked in a cold voice:

"I'll spare your life, and you'll give me the arrow?"

"Yes," Yoshikage Kira replied weakly.

"Heh. Aren't you afraid I'll take the arrow and kill you?"

Diavolo was so angry at such childish negotiating terms that he laughed:

"You went through all this trouble just to get a worthless promise?"

"Of course, there can't be just one promise."

"Although I am just an ordinary office worker who has never seen the world, never done anything great, and only has some small hobbies, even so, I can still discern the suffocating evil in you."

"Promises can't hold back an evil person like you; I need to add some safeguards."

Yoshikage Kira had already realized that Diavolo was no good person—a good person wouldn't applaud enthusiastically with an appreciative look after someone else's father exploded.

Facing Diavolo, he had to do everything in his power to save his own life:

"So, my condition is..."

"Go out into the street. As soon as you reach a street where there are people, I will give you the arrow."

"Go to the street?"

Diavolo frowned deeply.

He had no desire to show his face in public, let alone go out shopping with a guy who was covered in blood.

That would definitely make you the center of attention.

"I see."

As he pondered this, Diavolo suddenly understood Yoshikage Kira's intention:

"As long as there are enough passersby watching, I won't be able to shoot you even if I have the arrow."

"If you suddenly lay dead in the street, it would be impossible for me to keep a low profile when I'm with you."

Morioh is a peaceful town that has enjoyed a long period of peace, at least on the surface.

If such a heinous incident of murder in the street were to suddenly occur, Jotaro and the SPW Foundation would certainly pay attention.

"This is indeed a reasonable condition."

"I can go out with you, but..."

Diavolo laughed coldly again:

"If I don't kill you, how can you guarantee that you won't cause me trouble after you survive?"

"You're probably worried about getting revenge on me later."

"Therefore, since you have absolutely no ability to protect yourself, you will definitely try every means to find my enemy and seek help."

He immediately saw through Yoshikage Kira's little scheme.

Yoshikage Kira's face was extremely ugly. He knew that this bastard in front of him was asking him for a pledge of loyalty.

"I"

"I have a way to put your mind at ease."

Yoshikage Kira gritted his teeth, enduring this unprecedented torment.

He is making a difficult decision.

This decision not only went against his life motto of pursuing a peaceful life, but also betrayed his obsession and fanaticism for that little hobby.

That hand

"Take that hand."

Yoshikage Kira reluctantly sold his 46th girlfriend:

"There must be my fingerprints, DNA, and the ring I gave to 'her' on it."

"This is my biggest weakness. As long as I have it, I will never betray you."

"Hand?"

Upon hearing this suggestion, Diavolo immediately conjured up a series of extremely unpleasant images in his mind.

Because of the pervert's previous outrageous and shameless antics, Diavolo's hand had become the last thing he wanted to touch in his subconscious.

However, as Yoshikage Kira said, with this hand, he would never do anything to betray himself.

This is indeed a very reasonable condition.

"Okay, let's do it this way."

Diavolo agreed with a cold expression.

A few minutes later.

Yoshikage Kira and Diavolo begin strolling hand in hand through the streets of Morioh.

Yoshikage Kira was holding the hand of Killer Queen.

To prevent passersby from seeing an "arrow floating in mid-air," Yoshikage Kira deliberately disassembled the long shaft before leaving the house, leaving only the small metal arrowhead at the very tip of the arrow—he knew very well that the shaft was added by his father later, and the truly useful part was the arrowhead.

Killer Queen held the arrow tightly and hid her hand in Yoshikage Kira's pocket.

In this way, passersby would not be able to see the arrow at all, and thus no rumors would spread that could obviously attract the attention of those with ulterior motives.

On the other hand, Diavolo was holding onto the other hand.

It was, of course, the severed hand that Yoshikage Kira had handed over as a pledge of loyalty.

Before the delicate hand could even warm up in Yoshikage Kira's pocket, he reluctantly shoved it into another man's pocket.

Of course, Diavolo, as the new owner of this hand, felt no pleasure whatsoever.

Although he was also a master of human body art who could create all kinds of slices, for some reason, the hand in his pocket made him feel nauseous.

"Alright."

After walking with Yoshikage Kira for a few minutes, Diavolo, enduring the nausea of having his hands full of sweat in his pockets, finally couldn't help but urge him on:

"You can hand over the arrows now."

"If we keep walking like this, do you want to take me to see the Morioh?"

"A little further ahead."

"There are still too few people here."

Yoshikage Kira was very persistent.

He lives in a villa area in Morioh, a secluded and sparsely populated area.

It took several minutes to finally reach a street with pedestrians, but there were only two or three scattered pedestrians, which made it difficult to feel safe enough.

"Then hurry up."

"Your injury is so conspicuous, I don't want to be paraded around like a star anymore."

Diavolo urged impatiently.

"Clear."

Yoshikage Kira understood Diavolo's feelings; after all, he wasn't one to enjoy being the center of attention.

And so, the two quickened their pace and soon arrived at a more bustling street.

Yoshikage Kira's blood-soaked appearance immediately attracted the attention of most passersby.

Of course, even though they, as ordinary people, could not see the existence of the Killer Queen, no one dared to approach such a hideous, blood-soaked figure.

"Alright."

"Is it alright now?"

As the crowd of onlookers grew increasingly intense, Diavolo felt increasingly uncomfortable.

"Give me the arrow, and I'll leave now."

"Then you take a taxi to the hospital and quietly finish this charade."

"Um"

Yoshikage Kira nodded; these were indeed the conditions they had agreed upon beforehand.

However, he still felt a vague unease.

"Then let's not dawdle."

"Give me the arrow, and I will keep my promise."

Diavolo pressed on, urging them on.

But hidden in those unnoticed eyes was a chilling killing intent.

A promise? Ridiculous. Did you really think I would let you off so easily?

At most, it's just that there are too many people around and it's inconvenient to kill them now.

When you go to the hospital for treatment later, I will naturally have a hundred ways to make you die silently in a "medical accident".

Although Diavolo had accepted Yoshikage Kira's pledge of allegiance and Yoshikage Kira had shown his sincerity, Diavolo was still thinking about killing.

Because what he hates most is being threatened.

Yoshikage Kira undoubtedly offended him.

Rather than relying on that hand to force Yoshikage Kira to shut up or even become his lackey, Diavolo would rather send this audacious pervert straight to his grave.

"Hurry up and hand over the arrows."

I won't kill you.

Diavolo concealed his murderous intent well, only displaying a perfectly measured impatience.

Although Yoshikage Kira felt instinctively uneasy, his last line of defense quickly crumbled under Diavolo's constant urging.

There was no other choice; he truly had no other options.

Even with unease and worry, he had no choice but to completely entrust his fate to the evil man before him.

"Alright, I'll give you the arrow."

Yoshikage Kira sighed deeply.

At the same time, Killer Queen's hand, which was tightly gripping the arrow, began to slowly pull out of Yoshikage Kira's pocket.

Diavolo swallowed hard.

The arrow that he had been longing for, representing his ambition, was about to emerge from Yoshikage Kira's pocket.

Yoshikage Kira certainly wouldn't dare to play any more tricks, so barring any unforeseen circumstances, the arrows would definitely be delivered to him safely.

He was finally one crucial step closer to final victory.

The arrow was his in the next second.

Diavolo was thinking this.

In the ordinary town of Morioh, amidst an ordinary crowd of onlookers...

Suddenly, a cow dung head that looked quite unusual popped out.