JOJO: Bizarre Adventure

The situation in Darwin City is slightly better, after all, it is a large gathering area for various races, and the riot of the night creatures alone cannot cause too much of a disturbance.

Some ordinary citizens can solve their problems.

But that might not be the case in other places.

Europe, Britain.

A man in an expensive coat sat elegantly on a single sofa, sipping tea from a cup.

"Boss! Something terrible has happened!"

A man rushed in in surprise and hurriedly knelt down.

"What's wrong? Why are you so flustered?"

The man's expression remained unchanged, his refined features sparking the imagination.

The man looked to be in his thirties or forties, with a typical white face and a thick stubble on his lip, which added to his mature charm.

His hair was combed meticulously, and a strand of white highlights further enhanced his good looks.

She exudes the air of a classic European aristocrat, making her instantly likable.

"Outside! The creatures of the night have rioted!"

The man put down his teacup.

"Tell me more about it."

He knew that today was the day the revolutionary army was attacking local governments, and the fact that his subordinates were suddenly reporting this news meant that there must be something new going on.

The visitor explained the situation outside: basically, it was a chaotic battle between the revolutionary army and the government forces, and then various dark creatures suddenly began to massacre the citizens.

And then darkness engulfed the entire city.

After hearing these words, the man on the sofa thought for a moment.

"In that case, tell the others to wait for me in the conference room."

The man turned to the old butler beside him and said.

Even before the revolutionaries went to war with the government, he had summoned his cadres to England for a meeting, and now was a good time to discuss this matter as well.

Meanwhile, outside the manor.

"Are the night creatures rioting? Want to go out and have some fun?"

"No way, and what's with that eager look on your face? Is this thing that exciting you so much...?"

“Mr. Bruneto is always like this, you should get used to it. But we have a meeting in a little while, Mr. Bruneto, don’t be late.”

"Hmph! You think you're so high and mighty! Don't think I don't know who you are, Rinner! You're a brutal bastard, and I haven't forgotten how I got the title 'Slaughtering Thief'!"

"Mr. Bruneto, you flatter me. I am ashamed."

"Hey, hey, you two seem to be talking about something really scary. If you keep this up, I'm going back inside."

“Mr. Pierre, we’re comrades, and we’re both from the seventh floor, so why are we distinguishing between you and me? Why are we arguing about who’s better or worse?”

Rinnell Pazo still wore a smile, and no one could tell that he was a terrible guy.

"Gentlemen, Mr. Virgil wants you to go to the conference room for a meeting."

A waiter came up behind the three men, bowed, and relayed the message.

In the manor's conference room, a few people were already scattered around the large round conference table.

“Miss Francesca, we meet again.”

A man dressed in extravagantly fancy clothes looked at the woman beside him and politely greeted her.

"Sir Philip, it is an honor to meet you."

The obese man standing nearby, however, seemed somewhat disdainful.

"Hmph! A pretentious charlatan!"

Upon hearing this, Sir Philip, who had been all refined just a moment ago, suddenly slammed his fist on the table and stood up!

"You idiot! If I hear that bullshit again, I'll skin you alive and make soup out of you!!"

His face was contorted, his whole body trembled, and he pointed at the fat man's nose, cursing fiercely.

"The guy representing the fifth level revealed his true form with just a casual challenge."

"What do you know, you idiot! If you fart one more time, I'll kill you!"

Seeing that the two had started arguing, the man next to them spoke up to stop them.

"Alright, alright, stop arguing, Sir Philip, Mr. Chaco. We're all colleagues, there's no point in arguing."

The Black boy sitting opposite Chaco had his head buried in his arms, as if he were sleeping.

Sitting next to Sir Philip, an elderly man dressed in extremely ornate clothing, many times more ornate than himself, was becoming somewhat impatient.

"Where did those guys who didn't come go? This manor is only so big, did they run underground?! I really want to use my power to plant them in the ground!"

"Pope Nicholas, calm down. After all, there is still a war going on outside. They may have some things to take care of."

Nikolai, however, was not appreciative and instead spoke sarcastically to the person who had tried to mediate.

"What are you pretending to be, Gaiafa?"

Outsiders may not know you, but I know your true nature. You're a hypocrite; no matter how many good things you do or how many nice words you say, you're still no good!

“His Holiness Nicholas is right. That guy Gaiapha is just a semi-professional peacemaker. How dare he criticize His Holiness the Pope?”

The man beside Pope Nicholas was all smiles, bowing and flattering him.

However, while Nikolai was happy, some people were not.

"Oh, oh, oh, as expected of the second most wicked fellow, you're quite the flatterer, Mr. Alexios!"

The man who spoke sat not far from Alessio, looking at Alessio and Pope Nicholas with disdain.

“Bertrand, it’s not good to use your tricks within the organization.”

"Hey, I haven't done anything yet, we're just chatting, it's not that serious."

While the people at the table were chatting, those who were not originally there gradually came to the conference table.

There was only one seat left that was empty.

On the other side, in a study in the manor.

Virgil remained seated on the single sofa, sipping his hot tea.

A young waiter entered and bowed deeply to Virgil.

"Mr. Virgil, everyone in the conference room is here."

"okay, I get it."

Virgil put down his teacup, stood up, and straightened his clothes.

Five minutes later, in the conference room.

The people around the conference table were still arguing when Virgil appeared in the doorway and coughed twice.

Everyone immediately fell silent and looked towards the door.

He single-handedly intimidated thirty or forty people in the room.

Virgil didn't mind their earlier bickering; it was their custom to use arguments to strengthen the organization's cohesion.

I wonder who came up with such a brilliant idea.

However, this is understandable, after all, they are—

"Thank you all for gracing my manor with your presence. Let's raise a glass of red wine and toast to [Hell]!"

The crowd below also stood up, raised their glasses high above their heads, and said in unison:

"Cheers to Hell!"

After a brief opening, everyone took their seats again.

"There are three main things I want to discuss with everyone at this meeting."

Virgil spoke, and everyone's eyes were on him.

"First, our cooperation with the revolutionary army."

In the current battle, the revolutionary army has a certain advantage. We also need to consider our own situation, since we are on different sides and there will always be a day when we disagree.

Secondly, in the coming new era, how can we, [Hell], better establish ourselves and grow stronger?

After all, such a change of dynasty has a significant impact. If we seize this opportunity, we may be able to make further progress; if we don't, things may not be so easy.

Thirdly, there's the matter of retaking Italy…