JOJO: Bizarre Adventure

Jiangzhou City, Jiangdong Province, China.

Two helicopters from [Hell] landed here, and Qiao Zhou and his group of five got off.

The United Nations had already made representations to the Chinese government, so preparations were made for their reception.

Ah—! My hometown—!

Qiao Zhou sighed deeply, even though he knew this was not his true hometown.

"Next, we will take a bus from Jiangzhou to Luhe to send Liu Yutian's body back to his hometown."

Katsuki Nakajima looked at the itinerary again.

They specifically told Abuder not to waste too many social resources.

Just find a car to take them back.

It has been less than 24 hours since Liu Yutian died.

At this rate, they should be able to safely return Liu Yutian to his hometown for burial in less than two days.

Before they arrived, they had Giorno use "Gold Experience" to transfer life energy to Liu Yutian's corpse, so it was relatively easy to preserve.

As for why Giorno wasn't allowed to come along...

Like I said, it's just a gift for someone, no need to go to such lengths.

After a long helicopter ride, Qiao Zhou felt a little dizzy.

Besides him, Zhou Gengxu and Li Youan were the same.

Katsuki Nakajima has received professional training, so flying a helicopter is no problem for him, let alone sitting in one.

Tanshan Fish had similar experience working for the government before, so she is quite adaptable.

First came several days of intense combat, then long-distance helicopter travel, except for Nakajima Katsuki.

To ensure the smooth progress of the operation, the group first found a place to rest and prepared to depart three hours later.

Qiao Zhou didn't stay in the hotel, but went out for a stroll.

He had finally returned to China after many months, so how could he possibly waste his time in a hotel?

"I walked down the long street, listening to actors sing about the capital, amidst the chaotic crowds and clowns..."

He hummed a song as he walked along the main road near the hotel.

five minutes later.

He hummed a song, a cup of milk tea in his hand, and continued strolling through the streets.

Not only that, he also had two cups in his other hand.

Another twenty minutes passed.

At this moment, Qiao Zhou had a cup of milk tea in his hand, along with a large skewer of grilled squid, a serving of fried tofu, a serving of fried potatoes, and three grilled sausages.

"Don't say it, you really don't say it."

Even though no one was listening to him, he was still talking to himself.

"It still has to be these street food stalls."

It's the early 21st century now, and street food vendors don't have as many tricks up their sleeves, nor do they rely on technology or ruthless tactics.

He continued wandering around, wanting to find a place to sit for a while.

There happened to be a set of steps on the side of the street, so he simply sat on the steps and started eating.

Although he is now considered a person of status, he still can't change many of his habits.

Besides, he hasn't had a single good day since he transmigrated here.

First they fought Katz, then they fought Diablo.

I was busy from beginning to end.

He thought that after this matter was over, he would rest for a while before going on any adventures.

After all, he is a person of status.

I just don't know if we'll be able to escape unscathed this time.

The existence of the organization always made him somewhat uneasy.

Just how powerful is an organization that doesn't even respect the Katz Empire?

Their purpose, the purpose of "fate,"

"I have a feeling that something really troublesome is going to happen..."

He was eating snacks out of boredom when suddenly a piece of music entered his mind.

Don't worry, everyone, this wasn't an attack by a stand-in; there was just a street performer on the other side.

The man sat on a small stool, gently strumming the strings of his guitar.

He was wearing a worn-out cotton coat and a knitted hat.

This kind of temperament immediately suggests a poor, small-town youth who came to the big city to pursue his musical dreams.

Listening to his songs amplifies that feeling.

(The following content is from a folk song that I really like.)

(A Broken Guitar / Zhao Zhao)

That summer

You're carrying a beat-up guitar.

"Heading towards the station, leaving home."

"Torrential rain"

Your long hair got wet.

You clutched your luggage tightly, gritting your teeth.

The soothing singing made Qiao Zhou feel relaxed, but it also made him feel a pang of sadness.

It hasn't been easy for me to get here.

He also lost too much.

"The travelers in the train carriages"

They all seemed preoccupied.

You dare not look up at the view outside the window.

Falling in love with a wandering young man

"You only have a beat-up guitar."

How could you bear to stand on the platform?

"Farewell to your girl"

Gradually, Qiao Zhou became engrossed in listening, even forgetting the grilled squid in his hand.

Falling in love with a wandering young man

Why are you still so stubborn?

How could you bear to stand on the platform?

"Farewell to your girl"

As the singer sang this part, a look of sorrow and determination appeared on his face.

Whose youth isn't absurd?

Who isn't nervous when they first set off on a journey?

"You describe your face."

It got wet from the rain.

Falling in love with a wandering young man

"You only have a beat-up guitar."

"You can only clench your fist."

Sing with all your might

"You just have to clench your fists!"

When this line was sung, the melody of the whole song changed from soothing to passionate. Qiao Zhou thought that the next line would be a passionate and stirring lyric.

However, to his surprise, just as the melody rose and pushed the song to its climax!

The singing and background music stopped abruptly.

A moment later, the soothing guitar music started again, but the singer remained silent.

"This is art."

Qiao Zhou sighed.

Just then, a scream shattered the surrounding tranquility.

"Robbery!"

"Holy crap, no way! I actually ran into this! How cliché!"

Although Qiao Zhou complained like this, his actions betrayed him.

"With great power comes great responsibility!"

He launched himself into the air, completely forgetting the milk tea and grilled squid placed beside him.

"You dare rob me in front of me in this internet cafe's grassy area?! You've got a death wish!"

He sped after the robbers, and after these days of training, his physical fitness was now comparable to that of a professional athlete.

He followed the robber for several hundred meters before the robber turned and disappeared into a small alley.

"Damn it! Don't even think about running!"

Qiao Zhou chased after him without thinking much, but as he ran, he realized something was wrong.

There's no road ahead!

He turned his head, and by then the robber had stopped.

"Judging by his attire, he's got money. He's really caught a big fish this time!"

At the same time, three burly men rushed out from the other side of the road.

"This road is mine, this wall is mine; if you want to pass alive, leave your toll!"

The robbers had already started reciting their incantations, and Qiao Zhou instantly understood.

"So this was a robbery orchestrated by Stand users!"

He laughed too. "He has a body double and he's using him for this kind of thing? I don't know if he's smart or stupid."

"Since that's the case, I don't need to hide it anymore."

He was initially worried about causing panic on the street, but now things are much easier.

"The storyteller!"

The short man at the head of the group is a Stand user, so he can naturally see the "storyteller's" presence.

"This...you also have superpowers!"

Upon hearing this, the people around were also greatly surprised.

"Hmph! So what if you have superpowers! Do you think the four of us can't beat you...?"

Before the burly man could finish speaking, the "storyteller" punched him in the side of the face, sending him flying.

"You've met your match today!"

Qiao Zhou smiled and looked at the short man at the head of the group.

"Hum..."