Doppio's efficiency and execution were exceptional.
Using Passione's extensive information network, he quickly pinpointed the target's location—a luxurious hilltop villa.
Infiltration is an art, but Doppio was more than capable.
During his missions for the Boss, he had mastered skills like infiltration, disguise, and persuasion.
Relying on his slender build, Doppio skillfully bypassed the front yard and quietly approached the back door.
Just as he was about to take out his lock-picking tools, the door suddenly opened!
Doppio froze in place.
Inside, Jon stared calmly at the "pink-haired boy," his lips curling into a faint smile, "Long time no see."
Doppio nervously swallowed, "Th-this is a misunderstanding, I..."
Before he could finish, Jon waved a hand, "No need to explain. I know who you are."
He smiled, inviting Doppio inside, "Don't just stand there. Come in."
Only a fool would go in!
Upon hearing this, Doppio immediately tried to flee.
Just then, he heard a faint ringing sound in his ears...
"Dorurururu, dorurururu."
Doppio suddenly acted like a puppet, his expression dazed as he looked around for something.
Seeing this, Jon helpfully took out a portable iron from his fourth-dimensional pocket.
He switched it on and handed it over.
"Your phone."
"It fell in such a place." Doppio hurriedly took the iron, pressing it against his face, "Hello, Boss."
Hiss!
The modern appliance from the "One Punch Man" world easily burned Doppio.
However, Doppio himself seemed unaware, continuing to speak softly.
Jon watched, smiling like a kindly wolf in grandma's clothing.
After a few words, Doppio dropped the iron, his eyes regaining clarity.
Pain surged through him.
He let out a loud scream.
Jon frowned, concerned, "Oh dear, how careless of you."
He called out, "Josuke, come here."
Within seconds, a casually dressed Josuke appeared.
Seeing Jon and the burned Doppio, he was a bit surprised.
Jon explained, "The guest has arrived."
Josuke was taken aback, instantly becoming highly alert.
Jon gently placed a hand on Josuke's shoulder, "Heal him first, then we can talk."
Since Jon had spoken, Josuke simply obeyed.
With a thought, Josuke summoned his Stand, Crazy Diamond, easily healing the burn on Doppio's face.
Jon nodded, signaling Josuke to leave.
Josuke complied, walking out without a word.
Doppio held his face, staring at Jon in shock and suspicion.
Jon scratched his brow, "I thought you'd thank me... but no matter. Would you like to come in for some coffee?"
Thank you. I should thank you!
If looks could kill, Jon would have been shredded by Doppio's glare.
Jon repeated, "Would you like to come in for some coffee?"
"Well..." Doppio forced a smile, "I guess that would be nice."
He had no choice; it was the Boss's order.
No matter how reluctant, orders were absolute!
Doppio bowed his head and entered the villa.
The villa was spacious, almost deserted.
Jon led Doppio to the guest room, closed the door, and personally made two cups of coffee.
One for himself, one for Doppio.
Doppio didn't dare drink, just held the cup.
Jon didn't mind, speaking softly, "You know, though we're old acquaintances, we've never had a proper conversation like this."
Old acquaintances?
The more Doppio listened, the more confused he became.
He patiently asked, "You seem to know me well?"
"Of course, I know you better than you know yourself."
Jon met Doppio's gaze, "For instance, you're not really Vinegar Doppio, but Diavolo."
Diavolo
Who's that?
Doppio was about to speak when his eyes rolled back.
Simultaneously, a grotesque face appeared on his forehead.
The face snarled, "Who are you! How do you know my name!"
No matter how often he saw it, King Crimson was ugly enough to induce nausea.
Jon cleared his throat, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Jon, Jon Joestar, the current boss of the 'J' Organization."
"It's you!"
He had thought his adversaries and the ones who kidnapped his daughter were separate groups.
Turns out, old and new grudges had merged.
Diavolo's presence grew menacing, subtly distorting the surrounding space!
But, it wasn't the time to act yet.
He needed more information...
"Why oppose me? Where's my daughter? Besides you, who else knows my identity?"
"Calm down, Mr. Diavolo, calm down." Jon sipped his coffee leisurely, emphasizing the word "time."
Diavolo's eyelid twitched almost imperceptibly.
Could this guy not only know my identity but also King Crimson's ability?!
The calmer Jon appeared the more unsettled Diavolo felt.
Jon's ears twitched, and he countered, "Mr. Diavolo, if I handed Trish over to you, would you treat her well?"
"Her name is Trish, huh... Heh, just like her reckless mother, a name so stupid it makes me sick."
In Jon's presence, Diavolo felt no need to pretend.
He sneered, "Whether it's her or you, everyone who knows my identity must die!"
Jon feigned confusion. "Even a tiger won't eat its cubs. Would you really harm her?"
"For the sake of my empire, her life is necessary."
Diavolo crossed his legs.
"Others' deaths bring me happiness."
'Clap' 'clap' 'clap'
Jon couldn't help but applaud.
As expected of the "Emperor of Darkness," truly scum of the earth.
In comparison, my "purity" is still too low.
He shook his head, softly saying, "All encounters are reunions after long separations.
"For me to kill you without any psychological burden, you've gone this far..."
Jon looked up, his expression gentle as he faced Diavolo, "Mr. Diavolo, you're so kind."
Diavolo: (⊙益⊙)???
'Bang!'
Suddenly, the guest room door was forcibly shattered.
A feminine pink Stand stormed in.
Diavolo sprang to his feet.
"Spice Girl" spoke without hesitation, "Someone like you, unworthy to even mention Trish!"
Diavolo didn't respond, silently summoning King Crimson.
Glancing at Jon and Spice Girl, he smirked, "If you think numbers will defeat me, you're dreaming."
Numbers are useless?
Jon blinked.
"If that's what you think, then I won't hold back...
"Jotaro, Polnareff, Josuke, Giorno, stop hiding, come out."