Thinking of the other dog next door, Josen smiled and said, "Maybe it's because I used to pet my friend's dog so often that my technique earned Lord Iggy's approval?"
Iggy: Woof, woof, woof... (No, no, no, you're the lord...)
"Oh? Really?"
Mr. Popo scratched his head and sighed. "Then your friend's dog must have a really nice temperament!"
The nightmarish scene of Rover firing energy cannons wildly from its mouth flashed through Josen's mind. He nodded with a smile. "It really does have a nice temperament. It's just a teensy billion times bigger."
Mr. Popo's eyes lit up, and he instantly forgot the misery of Iggy attacking him right in the face. "Huh, a big dog? That's my favorite kind!"
Josen smiled and nodded. "Great, then. I'll take you along to pet it sometime~~"
"Yes, please!"
A little later, once Iggy trotted back from romping around, they split between two taxis and headed into downtown Cairo.
In the restaurant of the hotel where they were staying, Joseph had specifically reserved a private room to serve as a meeting room. A Boston terrier with an invincible expression lay on the dining table, which was serving as a conference table for the first time, wagging his tail and wolfing down a piece of coffee-flavored gum as though no one else were there.
In the middle of the table lay a "Spirit Photography" photograph worth thirty thousand.
The photograph showed a corner of a large mansion and its grounds, in an architectural style very common in Cairo.
Aside from showing that the mansion's owner was extremely wealthy, it offered very little information.
"This photograph is the only information we have about DIO's whereabouts."
Anger flashed across Joseph's face as he sighed. "He's extremely cunning and rarely appears outside or in public. Most