The small island named Tavolara was too peaceful and too isolated from the world, making one feel an irresistible tranquility, making one want to find a rock and sit there, staring blankly at the dark sea.
Tonight's moonlight was bright, illuminating the sea, allowing one to clearly see the rolling Ripple.
The sea had a mysterious gravitational pull, like a black hole, attracting those who stepped into it. However, things with such an unwarranted gravitational pull often connected to the abyss of death.
Johnson Joffrey looked in one direction of the sea. He could feel that the wind coming from that direction carried an unusual taste; such a pull exceeded the attraction of the unknown sea.
He stretched out his finger, pointing in that direction, and involuntarily said: "Giorno, he is there."
So this is the connection between relatives?
"What?" Melone, who was ahead, heard Johnson's words. He turned his head and looked at Johnson, his gaze filled with confusion.
"Nothing," Johnson said. He and Melone were a bit far apart. Melone was almost at the beach, still at the edge of the dark coconut grove. Plus, the wind from the sea was already quite strong, and his voice was lost in the wind.
Johnson approached Melone, thinking to himself, Melone is my first great assistant. I need to find a way to give him some information; I can't waste this time alone.
Melone stood up and looked at Johnson. His purple hair was blown by the wind, and he suddenly said,
"You blew up the plane, didn't you?"
"!" I haven't even spoken yet, and you're already going for it?
Melone crossed his arms, tilted his head, and looked at Johnson.
Johnson Joffrey said as if it were the most natural thing, "Of course not. Why would I blow it up?"
"That's true," Melone said, spreading his hands. He smiled and licked his lips. Johnson Joffrey looked at his eyes and subconsciously raised an eyebrow.
Melone slowly approached him and asked, "You don't want us to go to Olbia. That's your goal."
"Tell me, is it that Olbia has a secret you don't want us to know, or is Olbia dangerous?"
This guy... he's really not simple.
It shouldn't be just him; more precisely, Prosciutto should have guessed it too. It's just that Melone and Prosciutto have different personalities. Prosciutto is more cautious.
"No," Johnson Joffrey said expressionlessly, looking into Melone's purple eyes through his purple eye mask. The two of them were a bit close, their noses almost touching.
Melone was different from others; he was already a bit like a woman... and a pervert.
A pervert? Johnson Joffrey wasn't as tall as Melone. Melone looked down at him and suddenly recalled a funny scene: his damn father forcefully kissing Elena.
No, that scene was a bit ridiculous, too bizarre.
"I heard people say that liars' sweat smells different," Melone said, his pupils bright, seemingly very excited. "You haven't changed at all. You haven't even sweated."
"It seems you're very good at lying, aren't you?" Melone licked his lips. His tongue seemed particularly agile, and the pressure he exerted on Johnson grew heavier.
"Do you know?" Melone whispered, "I've wanted to do this to you for a long time, but when I first met you, you didn't seem like an easy opponent."
"What the hell do you want?" Johnson said in a low voice, a displeased expression on his face.
"Ah~ I just want to check on your current physical health..."
Suddenly, Melone extended his agile tongue and licked across Johnson Joffrey's right cheek—
"Shhhluup—"
Johnson: "!"
After licking, Melone showed a happy expression, stepped back half a pace, put his hands on his hips, and let out a muffled laugh—
"This taste..." he whispered.
"It's good!!! It's Di molto good!!!" Melone suddenly looked up, laughing loudly and exaggeratedly.
Johnson Joffrey was completely frozen in place, utterly motionless, thoroughly shocked.
"Hahahahaha!!" Melone laughed uncontrollably, clutching his stomach, and said, "Very Di molto good!!"
His laughter howled in the fishy sea breeze, and then he said, "Johnson, your body is the best father! I will give birth to the strongest child for you!!"
Johnson suddenly awoke from the unexpected face-licking incident, feeling the contact of his tongue on his right cheek, and suddenly felt a bit like throwing up.
Is this guy—a pervert? Does he just want to lick me? Is he sick? Can I curse him in Chinese? Can I Muda him?
At this moment, Melone pulled out a test tube that made Johnson Joffrey calm down.
Blood floated in the test tube, spreading within it, giving a cruel sense of beauty.
Johnson immediately lowered his head to look at the web of his hand, where there was indeed a small wound.
This guy, did he just lick me to distract me and draw my blood?
An enraged Johnson began to tremble uncontrollably, suddenly raised his fist, and punched Melone in the left cheek, sending him tumbling two meters away.
He rolled over from the ground, coughed with a smile, and spat out a tooth.
"The force of this blow... your body couldn't be any better!"
Johnson Joffrey didn't know how to be angry, didn't know if he should kill this pervert. The previous feeling that he might be rigorous and intelligent, that he might become his assistant, completely vanished.
I was so foolish, Johnson Joffrey raised his weary eyes, I only knew Melone was a pervert, I didn't expect him to be this perverted!!
Now I can't kill him either, after all, he's my partner... "Ah ah ah!! Johnson!!"
A shout attracted Johnson's attention. He looked up and saw Pesci holding Beach Boy, staring at Johnson in shock.
"You... you really made a move on Melone?!"
"Huh?" Johnson looked at Pesci in surprise.
Pesci was breathing rapidly, filled with intense tension, his gaze drifting to Melone, who was doing something unknown, but in Pesci's eyes, he had been hit by Johnson so hard that he couldn't even call out his Stand.
Pesci looked at Johnson Joffrey, the powerful oppressive aura around him made him a little nervous, a little scared. He had to go back and inform everyone, Big Brother was right! Johnson was indeed an enemy!
He took half a step back, then suddenly saw Melone, who was 'helplessly' crawling on the ground, his arms supporting his upper body, his purple hair covering his face... He and Johnson were both newcomers to the Assassination Team, completely unaware that Melone was actually a genuine pervert.
"I have to help Mr. Melone," Pesci thought to himself, then looked at Johnson Joffrey again, suddenly recalling Prosciutto Big Brother's stern face.
—"Pesci, glory be with you."
Prosciutto Big Brother's voice appeared in his ear like a whisper.
"Big Brother, I've grown up! I will defeat Johnson Joffrey with my own strength!" Pesci shouted, "Die!"
Today, he was going to grow up; he could no longer fish with Beach Boy.
A quick plug: "We Villains All Have Invincibility Written on Our Faces."
Now, as I re-read the first part of JOJO, it feels really good!