Ghiaccio's White Album was already at the upper level of Stand Users. Keicho had only recently acquired this arrow, and the people he encountered were relatively weak-minded. The Stand Users created with this arrow were not very powerful.
His combat experience was certainly not as good as Ghiaccio's, who had been in the Assassination Team for several years. However, he suspected that Ghiaccio and his group, traveling all the way from Italy for an arrow, definitely had ill intentions. He naturally knew the magic of the arrow, and he also knew he was going to die, but he still wanted to give the arrow to his younger brother.
He struggled to crawl to the sealed window, broke through it, and jumped down, using all the strength of his life—
Is this fate? The life I hoped for hadn't fully unfolded... and I died like this...
"Ah!" A scream was cut short by a heavy thud as Keicho fell onto someone.
He quickly scrambled to his feet. Koichi Hirose was foaming at the mouth, barely alive, with an arrow lodged in his back.
"Koichi!" Josuke ignored the insults about his pompadour and rushed to Koichi's side to heal him.
Ghiaccio witnessed this from the second-floor window… He squinted slightly, muttering half a curse.
"Damn it, did that country bumpkin with the pompadour see the arrow?!" Ghiaccio slammed his fist on the windowsill.
He was Kujo Jotaro's uncle, and if he saw it, he would definitely tell Kujo Jotaro, not to mention the arrow had accidentally struck someone Jotaro knew.
Kill him? This was the only thought in Ghiaccio's mind, but this guy was Kujo Jotaro's uncle, Joseph Joestar's illegitimate son, and Johnson had also said he was not weak.
"Damn it…" "Koichi!" A pinkish-purple glow enveloped Josuke's body, and a blue and pink Stand appeared behind him.
He pulled out the arrow and carelessly tossed it aside.
Then Crazy Diamond placed its hand on Koichi's body, and in a moment, Koichi's body was completely restored, though he still hadn't woken up.
Mista, gun in hand, had the same idea as Ghiaccio.
Ghiaccio forcefully slapped his forehead, deactivating White Album's Stand Ability. Now it was over. If they were discovered, their objective would be directly exposed to Kujo Jotaro.
Ghiaccio gritted his teeth. He might as well just fight Jotaro directly.
He had no choice but to pull out his phone and call Johnson Joffrey, holding the phone and thinking he was probably going to get scolded.
But he couldn't help it; he was just a subordinate and could only follow Johnson's orders.
"Johnson!! What do we do?!"
Johnson Joffrey instinctively held the phone away from himself as Ghiaccio wailed, "That Higashikata Josuke saw us with the arrow, and the arrow even stabbed that shorty."
Johnson Joffrey was silent for a moment after hearing this, then said, "There's nothing that could be done. No one could have predicted it."
Was this fate? Even after delaying for dozens of days, did the arrow still choose Koichi Hirose?
Was everyone who became a Stand User predestined by heaven?
Johnson Joffrey breathed a sigh of relief. "Good thing I was prepared. In a world full of twists of fate, I've always had two plans… Calm down. Your objective has changed now. Just say you came because you heard there was a murderer here. Don't make any other moves. Say you were just following orders. I'll be right there."
"I understand," Ghiaccio said, then looked down from the second floor. Suddenly, he heard a rustling sound nearby. A small, green, frog-like monster was hiding in a dark corner, trembling incessantly.
"What is that?" Ghiaccio frowned, asking subconsciously.
"What thing?" Johnson guessed that Ghiaccio was currently on the second floor of their villa, so he might have seen something.
"A green… monster?"
"Freeze it first. Giorno and I are coming right away." Johnson cut the call and simultaneously told Giorno to come along.
"What do we do now, Johnson!" Giorno asked urgently. "If we lose Jotaro, we'll also lose the SPW Foundation, and America."
"Calm down, Giorno."
Johnson Joffrey suddenly stopped, and Giorno, not paying attention, bumped into his back, hearing him whisper, "In the face of pressure, maintain your elegance."
Johnson Joffrey looked up and saw Josuke healing the Nijimura Brothers.
"Stop! Josuke!" Johnson Joffrey shouted.
Things never go the way I want them to, Johnson Joffrey sighed inwardly, can't I just get an arrow smoothly for once? He always ends up being the mastermind behind the scenes, and he always messes up… "Johnson?" Josuke subconsciously stopped healing Nijimura Keicho. "What's going on? Did he make the first move again?"
"We made the first move, and the person you are healing now is a murderer."
"Uh…" Josuke withdrew his hand, then looked down at the dying Nijimura Keicho he was healing.
"If you don't believe it, you can ask him yourself?" Johnson Joffrey walked forward and said righteously, "Nijimura Keicho, do you still remember how many people you killed?"
Nijimura Keicho was still conscious, covered in wounds, and looked at Johnson Joffrey, barely clinging to life.
"How do you still remember…" He walked in front of Nijimura Keicho, looking down at him, "I came here today to avenge those you killed…"
"Can you hear it? The wails of those you killed… The evil people with Stands that you created, how many people did they kill?! And these sins will continue to pile upon you…"
"The resentment of the victims' families will also entangle this place, not one bit less…"
"Now, tell me, how many people did you kill…"
Johnson Joffrey spoke each word slowly, his tone gentle yet heavy.
"I came for someone who gained Stand power after being pierced by you… Today is to deliver righteous judgment upon you."
Everyone looked at Johnson Joffrey, especially Nijimura Keicho, who stared at Johnson Joffrey with wide eyes; Johnson's eyes were full of pity—
His words completely stunned everyone present… "Big Brother…" Nijimura Okuyasu clutched his arm, leaving a long trail of blood as he crawled across the ground, "We were truly wrong…"
"This… what's going on?" Josuke slowly got up from the ground, taking half a step back, completely distancing himself from Nijimura Keicho.
The scene fell into a tense and oppressive atmosphere… Johnson Joffrey bent down to pick up the arrow on the ground, and while everyone was immersed in grief and indignation, he quietly swapped his previously made fake arrow with Keicho's arrow.
"Commit suicide."