Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 216 Let's beat someone up

Diablo's figure couldn't help trembling.

The thick poisonous smoke before became more violent after the truth was revealed.

He could feel that under the effect of that terrible toxin, his brain began to gradually lose control.

For a stand-in messenger, the spirit is the foundation to control the stand-in, and the mind is the most important weapon to defeat the enemy.

But the poison in Diablo's body is a terrifying demon that destroys the brain and corrodes the spirit.

His emotions became uncontrollably excited and manic, and hallucinations began to appear faintly before his eyes.

"Damn it. Go on like this."

"Sooner or later I'm going to... completely lose consciousness."

Diablo is well aware of the consequences of losing consciousness in this situation:
"Must wake up"

"Hurry up. Hurry up and leave."

He pressed his temple heavily, trying to wake himself up.

But the role of will is limited after all, such useless actions of rushing to the doctor in a hurry can't save his confused brain that is running wild like a wild horse.

Diablo stopped just like that, struggling with his body.

The Crimson King then paused.

The master's mental state gradually became bad, and the existence of this powerful substitute gradually became less solid.

But even so, Giorno still did not take it lightly.

Because he is now very clear that he has not won at all now:
Diablo was only poisoned, but he suffered severe burns all over his body.

Black and red indistinguishable wounds spread all over the body, and the blood and flesh bleeding with pus and blood were mixed together with the scorched and deformed clothing, and it was impossible to distinguish them.

Not to mention continuing to fight, he now has to bear unimaginable pain even if he takes a breath.

Giorno is already in a desperate situation.

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

"So."

"Diablo, can you still act now?"

Giorno waited quietly for the result.

If those toxins were not enough to make Diablo incapacitated so quickly, then he could only accept his fate willingly.

Giorno will still die, but it's not for nothing.

Because he managed to poison Diablo after all, and sooner or later Diablo would lose consciousness under the onset of poison.

Even if he dies, the companions who will come later will help him solve the following matters and pick up the fruits of victory.

"bring it on!"

Thinking of this, Giorno accepted his fate calmly.

He looked at Diablo, who was standing still, with no fear in his eyes:

"Diablo, kill me!"

"Giorno!" Mista clenched his fists tightly, trembling weakly in a pool of blood.

"Giorno." Polnareff struggled to get up on the stone pillar, and there seemed to be a strong respect in his eyes.

"Jolu Nuo."

Diablo's figure trembled slightly, as if angered by Giorno's roar.

next moment.
click.

The world in front of Giorno's eyes flickered.

By the time he recovered, Diablo in front of him had disappeared.

This terrifying man disappeared from the battlefield as if he had suddenly evaporated from the world.

"he"

"left?"

Giorno's expression was a little astonished, and then he was relieved:
Diablo could indeed still move, but instead of killing people, he chose to run away directly.

It seems that the toxin has indeed developed to a certain extent.

That's why Diablo didn't even dare to kill anyone, didn't dare to stay for a second, and used all his last strength to escape:
He must have wanted to escape to a safe place where no one would discover, before Jotaro, Li Qing and the others arrived here, before the toxins in his body completely exploded.

"Diablo escaped, but I'm still alive."

"Such results"

Giorno let out a long breath of relief:

"Not too bad."

With a sigh, Giorno collapsed in relief, lying sprawled on the ground that was still warm from the flames.

What caught the eye was no longer blood and fire, but the sky full of stars after the dark clouds cleared.

The stars are shining brightly, as if reborn.

Outside the Colosseum.

A taxi is speeding through the most prosperous city center of Rome at a speed that can drive the traffic police crazy.

"Guest. Colosseum."

"Quick, almost there."

The driver's face was covered with cold sweat.

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In the back seat, the burly man with a height of 1.9 meters five was silent.

His sharp pupils are deeply hidden under the wide brim of the hat, and the resolute facial lines are still so clear in the dark.

A decent white overcoat was already considered a relatively loose style, but now it was held tight by the knotted muscles that bulged like mountains.

It's like a volcano about to erupt.

This momentum is still shocking in the silence.

The driver just glanced in the rearview mirror for a while, and was shocked by this man's terrifying tiger-like aura at the moment.

He also didn't know why the guests he picked up at the Rome airport suddenly became like this.

Just receiving two calls turned this burly but approachable man into a terrifying beast that no one dared to look at.

"arrive!"

Seeing that he finally arrived at his destination, the driver was relieved.

He slammed on the brakes and put the car across the roadside of the Colosseum, and then pressed the door lock impatiently:

"Get off, get off."

"Ah."

The man in the back seat nodded slightly.

He casually took out a few large denomination liras from his pocket, and threw them on the passenger seat without looking back:
"I don't need to change the money, thank you for your help."

"Ugh?"

The driver was slightly taken aback.

He was already prepared to be taken in the overlord's car, but he didn't expect that this terrifying guy not only gave money, but was also so...polite.

"I'm sorry if I startled you."

"It's been a long, long time, and I haven't been irritated like I am today."

Kujo Jotaro, the man Diablo feared, said with such a stern look.

As he spoke, he looked up at the ancient Colosseum in front of him through the window of the back seat:
"Polnareff"

"Are you still alive?"

Of course the Colosseum can't give an answer.

But the flames burning in the Colosseum and the thick smoke rising indirectly told him that the situation at the moment was not optimistic.

Jotaro's powerful heart, which has been honed countless times, trembled uncontrollably at this moment:
The last call was already 1 minute ago.

On the phone, the evil man named Diablo was clamoring to cut Polnareff in half with a single knife.

At that time, as a close friend who shared life and death, Jotaro couldn't do anything.

All he could do was yell a limited "Stop."

After that, Jotaro had no idea what the battle in the Colosseum was like, or what Polnareff's fate would be.

But what he can know is that he will never let Diablo go now.

No one can hurt his companions.

Those who have hurt his companions, no matter how powerful, will pay the price with their lives in the end.

"Platinum Star!"

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

This humanoid double named Platinum Star appeared on the curb outside the car, and helped his owner open the back door of the taxi.

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

This guy's style of painting is different from everyone else's.

The golden experience and the steel chain fingers all have a vigorous figure, while the platinum star is burly and muscular, and his whole body is full of a different kind of violent aesthetics.

The golden shoulder armor, white loincloth, and cool and simple clothes further highlighted its wildness.

And the muscles that are always exposed are as hard as cast iron, with sharp edges and corners, and tremble slightly with breathing.

Every slight movement can make people feel an indescribable oppression inexplicably.

This is the well-known, invincible Platinum Star.

"Platinum Star, let's go"

"We're going to beat people up."

Jotaro caressed the brim of his hat, revealing a pair of stern eyes from under the hat.

Under the murderous declaration, he got out of the car and stood beside Platinum Star.

then
Jotaro had just taken a few steps forward, before he even got close to the gates of the Colosseum.

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

(End of this chapter)