JOJO, The Escape from Real Diavolo

Chapter 45 Living a Comfortable Life

He was wearing a green hat with a red ball on the brim. The face beneath the hat was handsome but had a lewd smile. Although a few strands of white hair had crept onto his long blond hair, Chen Miaowen recognized him at a glance.

Hol Hols, a gunman and Stand user whose Stand is called Emperor, and whose Stand ability is shooting.

Although he seems weak, he has the highest appearance rate in the third Stardust Crusaders arc and is the villain who managed to escape unscathed after failing to assassinate Dio.

He was such a remarkable person, Hol. Hoss.

"He can't rise again... so he didn't die, and ten years have passed since he became a Stardust Crusader. He's alive and well, and living a very comfortable life."

This level of comfort seems inadequate to describe the current situation of that sycophant, but the fact that he can board a ship proves that he still has some financial resources.

"Hehe, just pretend you don't know him, no need to pay him any more attention."

Chen Miaowen did not harbor any hostility towards him. On the contrary, he quite liked the other man's humorous personality. In fact, seeing him reminded him of the scene where he confronted Bobo, and he couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"What are you laughing at? Laughing at that sleazy guy? Haha, actually it is quite funny. He fought someone one-on-one to defend his self-proclaimed title of sharpshooter, but got his mouth knocked out. Isn't that hilarious?... He spent all his savings to fully heal his injuries. If he hadn't met the kind prince after being discharged from the hospital, he might have starved to death."

"And I've also heard... that this sharpshooter seems to be doing some shady stuff! Like, he took the blame for the prince for two years in prison, and after he got out, in order to please the prince, he even... he even worked as a gigolo... that's how he ended up in this situation. Sigh... how pathetic. Although I respect the prince, I just can't let go of my dignity!"

Chen Miaowen was speechless.

He has worked so hard over the past ten years.

"Your Highness, this way please. I'll help you get rid of these shameless bastards."

As soon as the tagalong entered the door, he rushed in front of the prince to clear away the mess along the way and the guy who was on the verge of bankruptcy and wanted to commit suicide.

"Hey friend, if you want to commit suicide, I can send you on your way, but if you don't... then get the hell out of here!"

"I want to die."

"Fine, I'll grant your wish."

Hol Hols made a gun-holding gesture, which to onlookers seemed like he was performing some kind of juggling act, but the prince and Chen Miaowen knew exactly what he was doing.

"Don't kill him, just teach him a lesson."

"...Yes, sir."

He pulled the trigger, and an invisible bullet struck his buddy's leg, spurting out a pool of blood.

The intense pain finally woke him up, and with cries of pain, he crawled desperately to the side.

There were no more obstacles in front of the prince and his entourage.

"Hmm, Hol Hols, your magic is getting more and more powerful. No one would doubt that you actually have a gun."

"Hehe, Your Highness flatters me. I can even control the trajectory of this spell!"

So he raised his hand again, held the air gun, and shot it into the sky. Two seconds later, it accurately hit the little toe of the man who was still drunk and acting crazy.

The other person winced in pain, raised his head and glared angrily. But when he saw who was coming, his expression changed. He smiled apologetically and was helped away from the wine cellar by his bodyguards, limping away.

"sharp!"

The prince led the applause, which was followed by continuous applause.

Chen Miaowen was also clapping his hands; he was about to burst out laughing.

"The once spirited sharpshooter has fallen to this state. Although he is living a little better, it is only on the surface. Now, he is just a servant of a nobleman, or a toy."

Using one's own double as a tool for others' amusement, no one would believe it if you said you weren't down on your luck.

"I'm leaving now. I need to get some sleep and rest. You can drink slowly by yourself."

"Alright, the cabins are actually quite cramped. You can spend a little money to go to another mid-class cabin; the beds there will be very comfortable."

"No."

Chen Miaowen left slowly, unnoticed by anyone. Only the prince in the center glanced at Chen Miaowen as he left the wine cellar, a dark glint in his eyes.

"I, the prince, will bear all the expenses from now on."

"Oh ho!!!"

......

"Giorno, what are you going to do now?"

"My immediate goal is definitely to find those two, but I have no leads... Besides, Diablo is still alive, so I can't take over and take over the entire gang to work for me."

"Oh, I see... So... what is this turtle?"

After cleaning up the square, Fugo and Giorno heard from the police about the strange events that happened at the church yesterday, as well as the miracle of the vegetative patient in the hospital.

So they took a tortoise and several police officers who had witnessed the whole thing, and following their directions, they went to the church to try to find out the cause of this strange event.

"My name is Jean-Pierre Polnareff, and as for why things turned out this way... the specifics are quite complicated."

"That's all in the past. Now we need to find any clues that Diablo might have left behind."

He glanced at the police officers wiping their sweat behind him.

"Sir, they suddenly appeared from this place, just as we said... a child and a red-haired man, and then... we don't know what happened, we just escaped."

As Rongrong approached the center of the church, she saw a dozen or so overturned stones and a hole in the ground beneath a stone brick, which looked rather somber.

"The red-haired man must be Diablo, but who is that child? What are his distinguishing features?"

"Ah...ah, I didn't see him very clearly, but I remember he was quite handsome and had blond hair."

"A handsome boy with blond hair..."

......

He slept until noon, until he felt dizzy.

"I haven't slept this long in ages, haha..."

He stood up from the ordinary cabin and touched the ordinary berth. Although it was very ordinary, it was not as crowded as he had imagined. If he had to describe it, it was just like a sleeper berth on a train.

However, he was still quite satisfied, since the bed wasn't particularly hard and he slept very comfortably.

"Are all the people sleeping here considered the wealthiest people on the ship, even those at the lowest rungs of society?"

He suddenly remembered what Nayewi had said.

"An auction? Are they humiliating themselves here just to save money on the auction? What kind of junk are they auctioning? Insect arrows?"

He chuckled self-deprecatingly, then turned his head and met the eyes of an old man in the shop in front of him. The old man didn't say anything, but his face was gloomy, as if he were someone not to be trifled with.

He didn't pay much attention and left the not-too-crowded place. As soon as he stepped outside, he saw the shockingly luxurious cabins not far away and couldn't help but sigh.

"How much must it have cost to stay in the mid-class cabin and the cabin that our noble friend booked?"

"It's probably about the price of a boat ticket..."

Nayevi returned, reeking of alcohol.