The grayish-white dawn stained that devilish car with a different mark.
The strong wind ruffled Johnson Joffrey's golden hair, and his red eyes reflected the receding car.
"We did it!"
Johnson Joffrey and Mista powerfully fist-bumped.
"Ow ow ow ow!!" Mista clutched his arm and fell to the ground, "That hurts like hell." Johnson placed his hand on Mista's chest, wanting to transfer something with life energy to him.
"I'm sorry, Mista, I can't reattach severed limbs," Johnson Joffrey said, looking at Mista.
"Hello, sir, I have a very important matter right now, please do not stop the train."
Johnson Joffrey placed his hand on the train driver's shoulder, and the driver, who was drinking water, spat out a mouthful.
"Eh?! How did you get in?!" The brown-haired driver turned his head to look at Johnson Joffrey. "What's wrong with you passengers? Don't you know something happened in the last two carriages?"
"We can't go now, kid. Where are your parents? You're making me… uh…"
The driver's words stopped abruptly. Instead, he looked down Johnson Joffrey's arm to the left side of his neck, where a small white knife with a silvery sheen was pressed. The silver knife seemed to be stained with blood.
He looked up at Johnson Joffrey on his right, who was earnestly staring at the tracks ahead with his red eyes.
"Don't dally, we have an urgent matter in Cagliari."
"But… but this is an order from above…" The driver broke out in a cold sweat, trembling all over.
Johnson Joffrey looked at the photo of a little girl placed near the steering wheel, then said, "You have a daughter, don't you? You wouldn't want to say goodbye to her forever, would you?"
"Sir… sir, I really can't go…"
Johnson Joffrey chuckled, a mocking laugh escaping his nose. He raised his right hand, pointing at the grayish-white sky and the desolate railway ahead, and said with a light, amused tone:
"Why can't we go? Isn't the road ahead wide open?"
The train suddenly let out a long whistle, and then the connecting rods of the circular train wheels began to move, making a clanging sound!
"Eh!! What's going on?!" People who had gotten off to rest were surprised to see the train suddenly start, and they chased after it.
Indeed, Johnson Joffrey curled his lips. DIO's lines carried a lot of threat.
But the moment he curled his lips, the driver almost peed his pants; this person was too terrifying…
"Mista, you've now gloriously earned the honorable title of 'pooping causes explosions,'" Ghiaccio said while eating an orange. "You'll also lose an arm."
"Ghiaccio!" Mista exclaimed, his eyes wide. "Aren't you disgusted? Talking about poop while eating!" Then he snatched the half-peeled orange from him and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Using energy to accelerate wound healing," Melone mused by the window. "That really is a gentle idea. If my Stand were Reversed Hierophant, I definitely wouldn't use it for this. This is what you call not doing proper work."
"Yeah, me neither," Ghiaccio said. "Johnson also taught me to use ice to stop bleeding. I usually don't consider healing."
Finding ways to make his abilities more lethal, to kill more of the people he wanted to kill, was the greatest use of his abilities.
"Catch." Formaggio threw an orange slice to Mista, who failed to catch it and then cried out in pain.
Formaggio shrugged. "It's just a broken arm, isn't it? Didn't Johnson heal you? And you're still saying it hurts?!"
"Not enough energy, only got a few rich people's cats."
"There are a few girls in the box, take them and use them," Melone suddenly said. "Want to try?"
"That's not good," Pesci, sitting in the corner, sighed.
Suddenly, the train clanged and rumbled, starting to move. Melone smiled, watching the people chasing the train in the distance.
"Was that enemy strong just now?" Illuso suddenly asked.
"It's not a question of whether he was strong or not!" Mista put down his orange and said loudly, "He was the particularly difficult type, you know?"
"Sigh," Mista continued, "Johnson was too strong. I hadn't even reacted, and he had already calculated everything. It's my first time seeing such a powerful person."
"Tsk." Ghiaccio turned his head, a little unwilling. His chance to show off had been stolen again. He could have just frozen him.
"That's not necessarily true," Mista said again, "I don't think freezing him would have worked either. That was no longer a living creature, right? It could move even in low temperatures. As an energy body, it cannot be frozen."
Johnson Joffrey walked to the compartment door and heard Ghiaccio and Mista arguing. Mista was vigorously praising Johnson while not forgetting to boast about himself, while Ghiaccio, when others were boasting, added himself in for praise.
Johnson Joffrey found it amusing, so he walked to the broken section of the train and saw the empty train section, falling into deep thought as the scenery rapidly receded. The wind blew his clothes, starting to flap in the semi-bright sky.
As far as the eye could see was a hopeless plain. He sat at the broken section, looking down at the beautiful scenery, and the train began to get back on track.
The reason Johnson Joffrey struggled was probably to think about how to take the next step better. Ever since he awakened his Stand, he stopped seeking help. Perhaps it was the growth of his mental power. Even though he had Kujo Jotaro's phone number in his pocket, he never called.
It was as if the resolve of 'Even if I die in Italy, I won't cling to Jotaro's leg' kept burning him, like the purplish-blue star on the back of his neck. It was the unique sentiment exclusive to every JoJo.
Welcome to a man's world.
This is not a place to seek help from the invincible Jotaro. I, Johnson Joffrey, will create my own glory. If I sought Jotaro's help, my so-called strength and a man's dignity would disappear.
From the day he obtained Reversed Hierophant, he began to roll into the wheel of destiny. From then on, there was no tomorrow, no homeland he could return to. Living in this world as a Stand User, Johnson Joffrey focused his will a little. Reversed Hierophant's resolute golden and red figure, with a pair of vertical pupils quietly resting deep within its crimson eyes, looked out.
It gazed with its master at the endlessly vast plains of Sardinia.
Thank you, Reversed Hierophant, for saving me at the critical moment and making me a Stand User.
The grayish-white sky began to shed its initial traces, a bright glance peeking from a corner of the east, and a unique warmth of the sun permeated the vast space of the roaring train.
The betrayal of the Assassination Team ushered in a new tomorrow. This was the Assassination Team's tomorrow, the second day of betrayal.
Completely different from their readiness to die, they saw a new tomorrow.
Johnson Joffrey smiled, revealing his white teeth. He walked happily into the compartment, pulled open the door forcefully, and under the Assassination Team's surprised gazes, he said:
"The sun is out."
However, their heavy and puzzled faces made Johnson Joffrey a little strange.
"Someone is looking for you." Risotto handed the phone to Johnson.
Johnson showed a puzzled expression, took the phone, and heard the other person say:
"Hello, I am Kujo Jotaro."