Joseph Joestar, referred to as JOJO (Jojo).
He came from a wealthy businessman's family and was the only heir to his property. His parents were either dead or missing. He grew up under the care of his doting grandmother and grandfather's old friends. Although there is a serious side in character, he is still mainly frivolous and impulsive, and his mouth is always cynical...
A soul full of a fiery sense of justice, innate ripple power, and the blood of the Joestar family make him destined not to spend his life as an ordinary person - no, facing a self-proclaimed "other world person" It is not something that ordinary people would do.
"There is no malice, no conspiracy, no benefit. I just found out that Ling Sun has a strange power, and came here out of curiosity. Please rest assured, Ms. Elina." Liz has never had the spirit of respecting the elderly and loving the young. But in the face of the temperamental British lady, she still tried her best to release her kindness.
Elina naturally knew what power she had in her grandson, and when she heard this, she could not help clenching her hands, obviously raising her guard.
Joseph, who was holding his head at the dinner table, said angrily, "I'll just say you don't talk like that, can you be more subtle?"
"For me, it's not a secret worth hiding," said Leeds, who did everything in his own style this time. Welcome, "Of course, it's limited to the people I'm interested in. I will still make up lies in front of the public face on the roadside."
"No, if you say that, I'm even more insecure... I really don't want to accept that kind of truth." Joseph shook his head and explained to his only blood relative, "In short, he's a weirdo who just met, Regardless of whether he is from another world or not, he does possess some kind of special ability."
"...Since he is Jojo's trusted friend, he is also my friend." Elina's hands relaxed, probably feeling that her reaction was a little too extreme.
"No, it's not really a friend..." Joseph corrected.
"Haha, maybe we'll become friends soon~" The event is about to happen, and Liz must have a unique meaning when Liz crossed over at this point in time.
"Well, I will not object to this, because you are very interesting~" At least not a stupid and boring person who can easily guess the next move by Joseph.
…
The banquet can be regarded as a joy for the guests and the host. The enlightened old lady did not cause the young people to lose their interest in chatting, but at the end, a guest in a neat suit at the table next to him rashly came over and said, "Madam, you Is that Lady Alina Joestar?"
"?" Liz is a handsome guy with good looks and has won a lot of initial impression points. There are some reasons for Joseph and Elina to be willing to communicate with him; but the middle-aged people who come here now exude the It is a downright gangster atmosphere, and the initial impression score is very low.
Well, he was originally a local gang leader.
"I have received a lot of care from Mr. Spitwagen. He used to tell me about you in London. It's nice to see you." The middle-aged man didn't talk too much. However, I just received information from some source that I think you will need, and that is—Mr Spitwagen was killed."
"?"
"what… !"
"how come!?"
Liz didn't know anything about Spitwagen, a friend of Alina's husband and Joseph's second-best eldest in the world.
The middle-aged man continued: "It is rumored that the one who killed him was a monk from Tibet."
"Practice monk, Stley?!" Joseph, who learned the past from his grandmother's mouth, suddenly thought of someone.
"It is said that the bodies of Mr. Spitwagen and his party were found in the rivers in the hinterland of Mexico, but where exactly he was killed, why, and where the monks went, it is still a mystery - whether the above information is believed or not It's all on your side." The middle-aged man who had finished saying what he had to say waved his hand, asked his subordinates to leave their business cards, and then left gracefully.
Of course, he wasn't a Santa Claus enthusiast, and he wasn't even really an acquaintance of Spitwagen. It's just that the gangs in this country are popular with "selling favors", [I have helped you solve the trouble now, and you will also help me solve the trouble when I need you]. A huge network of relationships.
Now, they have sold a favor from the British rich Joestar family. Even if it is not good news, Joseph will have to repay this favor in the future - but this is not a matter of concern now.
"I think I understand, it must have been said to me by Mr. Spitwagen before, about the stone face and Dior... It must be related to these..." Hearing the bad news of her friend, Elina's body trembled involuntarily.
Joseph walked over quickly, held down Elina's shoulder and comforted: "Grandma, are you afraid? I'll protect you."
"No, Joseph, I'm worried about you," said the dying old man, whose only concern was the safety of his grandson, "What happened fifty years ago is still not over yet, Joseph, you might be caught again. into it…”
"It's okay, grandma," Joseph said firmly, hugging his grandmother gently, "if this is my destiny, I'm willing to accept it!"
"Uh, sorry, I don't know what happened at all," Liz, who could only watch the end of the conversation with a bewildered expression, was finally able to speak, "If I read it right, Jojo, do you want revenge? "
"...?" Through the previous chat, Joseph didn't think that Liz would say some useless nonsense on this occasion, and waited for him to continue.
"What should I say—I'm really good at finding people?" Liz shrugged.
"Are you sure?" Joseph asked solemnly.
Before arriving at this high-end restaurant, Liz and Joseph showed each other a wave of small skills, but they were only at the level of "small skills", and neither could determine the limit of each other's abilities. The lack of information made Joseph have unexpected expectations.
"Very sure, friend~" Liz said confidently, "I don't ask for anything else, it's enough for me to join in the fun."
"...Is there really someone like you in the world?" Joseph sighed softly, when he was shocked by the news of Spitwagen's death, he couldn't be as slick as usual, "However, I want to follow me. Come on, I'm not going to keep your life safe."