The enormous yellow body slowly shifted, seemingly sluggish but filled with power. Polpo's every movement exerted considerable pressure on Johnson.
A green eerie glow filled the entire corridor. The room ahead was small, seemingly unable to allow Polpo to even budge. Polpo's body was like a mountain, his black eyes looking down at Johnson Joffrey.
Johnson silently took a deep breath, relaxing his body, but his constant training had taught his body the instinct to tense up in preparation during moments of danger.
"You..." Polpo's large face stared intently at Johnson, as if looking at an ant. His voice came through the thick tempered glass, carrying a strange metallic emphasis, each word spoken slowly, each word possessing immense power.
"Are Risotto's nephew?"
"Yes, Mr. Polpo."
Johnson had only been transmigrated for four months. He hadn't felt this way when watching the anime before, but facing Polpo in person, it was like—Clarice visiting Hannibal.
Ah no, not exactly. At least Clarice hadn't offended Hannibal. He, on the other hand, was truly a thorn in his boss's eye, a member of the Assassination Team, like a splinter in Polpo's flesh.
"I heard you want to join the Assassination Team?"
"Yes, Mr. Polpo." Johnson looked up at Polpo, whose enormous face made one involuntarily develop megalophobia.
"That's good." Polpo suddenly sat back, pulled a banana from the refrigerator behind him, and began to eat it naturally.
"Your test is to go die first..."
"What?" Johnson's body instantly tensed up at these words, each breath gradually deepening... Polpo suddenly crushed the banana, his black eyes widening slightly: "You can see it? You are a Stand User."
When Polpo mentioned dying, a Stand suddenly appeared behind Johnson. He instinctively glanced at it, which led Polpo to realize he could see the Stand.
"Alright," Polpo took out red wine again. His body was massive, yet his movements were elegant. After pouring himself a glass of wine, he slowly spoke again: "In this situation, are you still not calling out your Stand?"
Johnson stood motionless, cold sweat pouring down. Polpo's Stand could only appear in the shadows, but it was clearly now crouching behind Johnson Joffrey, pressed tightly against his back, its slender, powerful hands gripping his shoulders.
Killing Johnson Joffrey was as simple as crushing an ant.
The main reason Johnson Joffrey didn't resist was that he shouldn't be a match for Polpo. Although Polpo was in prison, his Stand was actually a long-range control type. Such Stands often had far greater power and speed than his close-range Stand. The only way to deal with it was to exploit the low precision of its long-range tracking.
Giorno used this point when dealing with this Stand. After Giorno eliminated Polpo's Stand, Polpo didn't even know, which indicates that his Stand can regenerate, and any damage it takes will not reflect back to the user. In short, it can be sent to its death... Moreover, this space is confined, and it's Polpo's territory, so it's hard to say what the Prison Guards outside would say...
"I really will kill you, you know," Polpo said slowly. "You wouldn't think that just because you're Risotto's nephew, I wouldn't dare to kill you, would you?"
Polpo lowered his head, looking at Johnson Joffrey, and slightly curled the corner of his mouth. This child was already afraid.
He lowered his voice and said, "Risotto thinks too highly of himself."
Although Polpo was in Prison, he knew every subordinate well. Every subordinate entered the gang through his hands, so he also understood what kind of people were in the Assassination Team. Those rebellious individuals wouldn't be scared into little white rabbits by a few human slices... Now, the organization had entered a well-operating state. Whether it was the government, business activities, drug trafficking, or ordinary people, the power of PASSIONE permeated everywhere. There was no longer any need for the Assassination Team to risk their lives.
Just when the organization no longer needed the Assassination Team, the Boss might still consider their merits and ignore them. But at this moment, Gerard and Sobel were practically seeking death, and dragging the entire team down with them.
How could the Assassination Team, which was already slated for elimination, allow outsiders to join and give them more power to resist the organization?
Polpo raised an eyebrow. Given Risotto's personality, he had completely joined the gang at 18 by killing someone to avenge one of his nephews.
By the way, how many nephews did he even have?
If I kill this American kid here, Risotto might defect from the organization. Is he expressing his loyalty to the organization by deciding to hand his nephew over to me? Polpo looked at Joffrey through the red ordinary wine.
This kid really didn't bring any weapons.
The green light shone on Johnson Joffrey, and behind him, Polpo's Stand, Black Sabbath, like a wizard, firmly grasped his shoulders, moving its head slightly forward to press tightly against his ear. A green wind swept through the corridor, and those visible winds were colder than Black Sabbath's hands.
Black Sabbath didn't appear much in the original work. Giorno only defeated one of its clones, and it only showed great strength and speed. Who knows what kind of power such a Stand would unleash when it was with its user?
Black Sabbath could only exist in shadows, meaning it couldn't be exposed to the sun.
But this Prison was an impregnable fortress; I had no chance to break it and expose Black Sabbath to the sunlight.
"Are you already starting to get scared, kid?" Polpo put down the red wine and waved his hand slightly. Black Sabbath suddenly vanished from behind him, and a suffocating aura flashed past.
"Bang!"
The sound of flesh colliding rang out. As Black Sabbath retreated from behind Johnson Joffrey, it suddenly threw a punch with extreme speed, but it was blocked by the Reversed Hierophant hidden behind Johnson Joffrey.
"Is this your Stand?" Polpo pulled out a biscuit and began to munch on it quickly, asking, "How did you get a Stand?"
"I, four months ago, the person who killed my father, stabbed me with an arrow."
Polpo crunched on the biscuit, swallowing it along with his fingers.
"Very good. Stands have no strengths or weaknesses. Those who possess a Stand must have strong spiritual abilities; they are truly chosen people, hahaha."
The Reversed Hierophant tightly held Black Sabbath's fist, not allowing it to approach Johnson Joffrey by a single step. The two Stands were locked in a stalemate, yielding not an inch.
"Sometimes, always staying here gets boring," Polpo continued. "So I also envy people like you who can manipulate their bodies at will."
"Of course, to cure my boredom, I've prepared quite a few things."
Polpo's voice came from behind the glass, like a broken speaker, emitting a terrifying bass. He casually pulled open a safe behind him, which contained teddy bears, snacks, a television, and two guns.
Polpo took out a revolver, casually spun the cylinder with his pinky finger, and tossed it. A box opened on the left side of the glass.
Polpo gestured for Johnson to retrieve the item.
"The game Russians often play," Polpo smiled, "is your test today."
"There are six chambers, with three bullets inside..."
"Shoot yourself three times. I don't want unlucky people."
Polpo let out a cackle.
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I opened my phone today and found myself in the top twenty of the collection rankings. I thought I didn't have any connections or recommendations, so why was I on the list? Then I remembered that golden wind finished yesterday, so the Stand Users are getting restless again, right?