"What kind of dance is this? It's so weird!"
"Yeah, it's weird! But it's damn cool, isn't it!"
"It's over, I've been brainwashed, and my body can't help but want to come too!"
"This is so interesting. How do you dance this way? Can you still step on the beat like this?"
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Dio was handsome to begin with, and now with a stern and cold face, he began to dance the famous "Gangster Shake" from his previous life, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Even Kristen, who was very excited, stopped what she was doing and stood aside, cheering for him loudly, just like a little fan girl.
It can be said that everyone present thought that the music was weird, the dance was weird, and that it was even weirder when they danced it themselves. But when Dior danced it, there was an indescribable charm that made people fall into it unconsciously and unable to extricate themselves!
It's incredible!
Even the DJ who accidentally played this music didn't expect such an effect, but now his mind is full of excitement!
When Dior ended with a signature JOJO stand, the music came to an abrupt end, and at this moment the audience burst into crazy cheers and shouts!
"That's great! It's really great!"
"What kind of dance is this? Does it have a name?"
"Can you teach us to do this dance together? I have a feeling it's going to be a big hit!"
"Are you a model? Your last pose is so damn cool!"
"Take it and remember to call me. I'm yours tonight!"
Countless slips of paper were thrown at me.
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“Go!”
Before being drowned by the enthusiastic crowd, Dior grabbed Christine, who was extremely excited, and turned around and ran!
They forgot that they had just arrived and hadn't even had a glass of wine before they ran out of the bar in a panic.
Only after they got outside did they breathe a sigh of relief, then looked at each other and started laughing. The experience just now was quite exciting.
"This is the first time I've been 'kicked out' like this." After laughing, Christine looked at Dior with her big, expressive eyes blinking.
"It's okay, you'll get used to it next time." Dio spread his hands. What could he do? He was helpless. It was just a dance. What a big deal! Making a fuss, so ignorant!
"I won't dare bring you here again next time. Didn't you see the look in those women's eyes just now? It was as if they wanted to swallow you up in one gulp. And when you saw so many paper balls thrown at you just now, didn't you pick up two?"
"Is that what you mean? I thought I was a bad dancer so they threw them at me. If I had known I would have picked up a few before running away." Dio joked with a look of regret on his face.
"It's not too late for you to go back now. I believe you will have an unforgettable memory."
"Forget it. I'm afraid if I go in, I won't have a chance to get out again."
The two of them walked towards the parking lot while talking about their recent experiences. Since such an unexpected incident had happened, it was naturally impossible for them to stay.
"By the way, I haven't asked you yet, what dance were you doing just now? Did you create it yourself? It was very touching."
"It's just a random dance. If you want to know the name, I think 'Torture Dance' (the overseas name of the gangster dance) is very suitable. I can teach you when I have time..."
Just as the two were excitedly discussing the 'Gangster Shake', a man crashed right in front of them.
"Hit me!"
Dio saw 7 or 8 people rushing out from a bar nearby, surrounding the drunk man lying on the ground and starting to punch and kick him, cursing at him.
It seemed that the guy who was beaten spent all his money in there, and then continued to ask for drinks. If he was not given any, he would rob them, which then angered the thugs of the bar.
Dior and Christine had no intention of interfering in other people's affairs, so they walked around these people and prepared to leave.
But just as he was about to look away, a slight change in the man being beaten suddenly caught his attention.
Did I see it wrong or is it an illusion
"let's go."
"Wait a moment, the man who was beaten seems familiar. Let me confirm whether he is someone I know."
Since Dio said so, Christine naturally stopped urging him. But what surprised her was that Dio did not go forward to confirm, but just waited on the side, watching the man being beaten without any fluctuation in his eyes.
Isn't it possible that it's someone you know
Christine was a little confused. Could it be an enemy
Just one minute later, after Dio's extremely focused observation, he finally confirmed that the scene he had seen before was not an illusion or dizziness.
The small wounds on the hands of the man being beaten were healing quickly, but they disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared at all.
The ability to heal oneself
Dio immediately became interested, but the man being beaten kept shielding his face with his arms, so he couldn't see what he looked like.
At this point, he finally stopped standing aside and watching the fun.
He walked over directly, without any nonsense, and knocked both No. 7 and No. 8 thugs to the ground with one punch each, and then pulled the man up.
"Are you OK?"
The man seemed to be unsteady on his feet, so Dio helped him up. The unpleasant smell of alcohol wafted over.
But when Dio saw the man's appearance clearly, he was stunned on the spot.
Although the clothes he was wearing looked like they hadn't been washed for a long time, and his face was covered with beard and looked messy like a savage.
But with this familiar look and the ability to heal himself, Dio was probably able to determine who he was.
But Dio never thought that he would meet this homeless man who had been drifting like duckweed all his life in this way and at this time.
Dio didn't know whether it was fate or just coincidence.
"Is he someone you know? If so, take him and run quickly. Someone has already gone in to call for help." Christine pulled Dio anxiously. She was really scared when Dio suddenly rushed over and knocked down everyone with one punch!
She didn't know that Dio was so good at fighting, but no matter how good he was, he couldn't stand up to numbers.
Dio nodded. He was in no mood to waste time on these minions, so he picked up the "homeless man" who was still shouting for a drink and walked to the side.
But it was obvious that the people inside had no intention of letting him go like this. 7 or 8 thugs were easily knocked down by one person. This was a huge shame and humiliation for the gang members. If they couldn't get their place back immediately, someone would dare to come and smash the place and seize the territory the next day!
"Stop right there! You want to run away after you beat me up?"
More than 20 people ran out and surrounded Dio and his companions. The man who was leading the conversation didn't look like a good guy. His thick and eye-catching chest hair was exposed, as if he was afraid that others couldn't see it.