The Wonderful Journey of the Best Villain

"My name, Jonson Joffrey, 14 years old, a student."

"I live in the Andari community and go to school at the Andari public junior high school. School goes to school at 8 o'clock every day and ends at 5 o'clock."

"Reading seriously, never smoking or drinking two-dimensional, the game is just a little taste. I go to bed at ten o'clock in the evening, and sleep for 8 hours a day.

You must read a book and drink a glass of warm milk before going to bed. When I go to bed, I fall asleep immediately, and I will sleep till dawn, and I will never save fatigue and stress until the next day. "

Jonson Joffrey seemed to be chanting some kind of bible, and the rustling rain outside the cafe made his voice particularly calm.

The surface of the coffee is a thick layer of foam, and the warm and quiet rotation is in stark contrast with the splashing raindrops falling outside.

He raised his red eyes and looked at the strong man with a white military cap in front of him. The strong man's sea-blue eyes were as clear as air, and his expressionless expression made people a little scared.

But Jonson Joffrey won't, he knows him well.

"Everyone said that I was normal." Johnson concluded with a sigh of relief.

"How is it?" Jonson asked, "Mr. Chengtaro?"

Sorajo Jotaro looked at Jonson's red eyes with a different brilliance from the man, and the slightly raised corners of his eyes and the golden curly hair were exactly the same as the guy when he was a boy.

He glanced down at the information on the coffee table, and the life of a teenager was fully unfolded.

"DIO, this name." Chengtaro finally said, his tone was plain, without anger, "it looks like your mother has already told you."

"My mother never kept it from me," said Jonson, with a sad look in her eyes at the right time. "She is the young daughter of a local rich man. She was taken away by DIO's men during a trip."

Jonson made a fist, frowned with heroic eyebrows, and his angry fist almost fell on the innocent coffee table.

"That guy..." He gritted his teeth.

"It's rubbish." Jotaro stretched out his hand and pulled the brim of his hat down slightly to conceal his same anger.

"My mother often had nightmares. She was so painful that she couldn't sleep at night, and she was admitted to a mental hospital for treatment."

The air was silent for a while, and Jotaro was a full-fledged hunk. Even facing the boy in front of him, he couldn't say anything to comfort him. He had to say: "Your mother is lucky to escape DIO's claws."

"Indeed," Jonson Joffrey nodded without being angry for long. "Thank you, Mr. Chengtaro."

"You can kill it. It is no exaggeration to say that you saved the world."

Sorajo's sea-blue eyes revealed his calmness.

"As his descendant, I feel ashamed." Jonson Joffrey said angrily. The red eyes were not like Dio's ambition, but sadness.

"No, you still have the blood of your mother's luck." Cheng Taro said.

"Please go to my house, mother and I must thank you very much."

"That's enough, it's very troublesome."

The boy invited again, but Chengtaro responded with silence, so he closed his mouth wisely.

"You came to me today to see me as that guy's child. Is it possible to be a bad person, right?"

"Yes." Chengtaro said frankly, "this is necessary."

"I know, thank you. You are responsible and careful in this way."

After more than ten minutes, the two of them were speechless. Jonson also saw that Chengtaro didn't like people who kept talking, so he shut up, and finally asked Chengtaro to find something to say, "DIO is one that makes me angry. Guy, he's a..."

"Devil."

"Ok?"

Jotaro looked at the red-eyed and energetic Jonson and said first. He originally wanted to say ‘bastard’, but Jonson gave him another more serious name.

But he was right, DIO is a devil.

"Can you see it?" Cheng Taro asked abruptly, raising his chin a little to indicate that there was a waiter walking by behind him in the transparent air behind him.

Jonson tilted his head and said strangely, "Mr. Waiter...?"

Jotaro, the man with the invincible name, raised his eyebrows slightly, and his sea-blue pupils examined Jonson without a trace.

The double platinum star behind him and his double ambassador stretched out his hand and shook in front of Jonson's eyes. As a result, the other party didn't react, and the red eyes over the platinum star reflected Chengtaro's face.

There is no doubt that this young man is not a stand-in messenger.

"If it's okay, I'll go first." Johnson stood up, followed the Japanese etiquette of Cheng Taro and his mother, and bowed to Cheng Taro, although he appeared to be an American boy.

Chengtaro nodded.

"Thank you for giving the devil's child a chance to survive on earth."

After all, he turned and left, and soon disappeared into the crowded coffee shop. He wore the jeans that every American teenager would wear and the baseball uniform that was popular in the 1990s. He was smart and calm.

Cheng Taro frowned slightly, when the waiter walked over and told him that he had a call to look for him.

—"How about that **** son of DIO?" The familiar voice of an old friend in Europe was twisted by the metal of the telephone wire and passed into his ears.

"very common."

"Huh?" Polunaev caught the hesitation in his tone.

"How do you say..." Chengtaro didn't know how to say it. The boy gave him an extraordinary calmness. As an American high school student, he was a bit too ordinary.

His eyes fell unexpectedly to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the coffee shop. The boy straddled his schoolbag and stepped on the boy's favorite shoes, and held an umbrella for a black beggar.

"That's enough." He seemed to see something through, his eyes melted like icy doubts, he changed his attitude, his tone was firm, and said: "Really an ordinary little boy, not even a stand-in."

"That's good, I may not be able to contact you for a while," Polunaev said.

"What's wrong?"

"There may be something wrong with the Italian gang."

"Is it a stand-in messenger?"

"I don't know, but, do you think there is something that will make me Polunaev?"

"Well, I also plan to go to Duwang Town to deal with the old man's messy things."

With anxiety in Jonson's red eyes, he quietly glanced back at Sora Jotaro who was calling at the service counter, and then looked down at the black beggar.

Hearing a familiar sound from the back of his head, he threw the white umbrella to the beggar.

"God bless you," the beggar whispered, and looked at his eyes in fear.

Jonson lowered his head to look at the beggar. The beggar saw a trace of coldness and darkness in those red eyes. He quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at Jonson.

Jonson blinked innocently, and he scared others again, but he was used to it.

Taking advantage of the time when Cheng Taro called, Jonson rushed into the rain, splashing beautiful water, and completely disappeared under Cheng Taro's eyes.

In the end, Chengtaro could only see a black beggar in tattered clothes, holding a beautiful white umbrella.

After leaving the cafe so far, Jonson was finally relieved.

The familiar voice of the system in his mind said coldly: "The best villain must be the actor-congratulations to the host for successfully disguising himself and letting Kujo Jotaro dispel his doubts. The achievement reached 40%."

"Achievement completed: The great villain has unlimited charm."

Jonson stood under the rain curtain and looked up at the gray sky, like a blade of ice falling from the sky.

His red eyes scanned a circle, and the breath of a villain king caused passers-by to give way.

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New book released! Seeking collection!

The wind of gold stopped for two weeks of resentment work.

Some people laugh and laugh on the surface, but in fact they live by the wind of gold.

The avatars are attracted to each other, remember to vote for me!

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Current time: There are still two years left in the plot of the Golden Wind, and another month in Crazy Diamonds.

It’s not Bobo who called Jo Taro, but someone else is foreshadowing. It’s not that I remembered the time wrong.

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Although there is a system in this article, it basically doesn't exist. It is not so much a system as it is a way to become a'god'.

The protagonist will not get anything from the system.