JOJO, The Escape from Real Diavolo

Chapter 15 Purple Smoke

Fugo was speechless, and then called over the waiter.

"Two more French steaks, medium-rare, please."

Chen Miaowen, who was slurping his noodles, paused and gave an apologetic smile.

He was faking it; he even complained to himself: "I made it so clear I wanted steak, is Fugo just playing me for a fool?"

Fugo hadn't expected to come here. He only thought Chen Miaowen was an ordinary citizen who loved to show off, compare himself to others, was ignorant, and had never eaten a fancy meal before, or perhaps a little-moneyed idiot.

At least the outcome was good; Chen Miaowen defeated the highly intelligent Fugo without arousing his suspicion.

"Ahem, alright, let's talk about serious matters. Theresa, do you still want to leave Naples? Even if I'm still there, are you still going to leave with Tobio?"

The atmosphere became inexplicably heavy, and Chen Miaowen had a feeling that this was like a battleground!

He couldn't speak, nor did he deliberately stare at Theresa. Whether she followed or not didn't really matter; he could easily hire any pilot. In such a large city, there must be professional pilots.

The main issue is Fugo's own attitude. It seems that he doesn't want his childhood sweetheart to leave, and to follow this rival of unknown origin out of his world. Naturally, he feels a sense of crisis as a man.

"What? You want me to stay?"

Theresa blushed and asked the question knowing the answer already.

"No, you've made your own plans. Naples is definitely not a good place for you to live. You're suffering there. Leaving with Tobio is a good thing..."

Fugo suddenly lowered his eyes, remained silent, and savored his pasta.

Chen Miaowen glanced at Theresa and noticed that she also seemed to be feeling sad.

What exactly is her difficulty?

"That's right, I've made up my mind. I must leave Naples and go to Sicily!"

"Ahem!"

Chen Miaowen chewed on the French steak that had just been served. He thought the French steak was very delicious and much better than pasta.

However, in his fright, he choked on the half-cooked beef.

"Dorbeo? What's wrong?"

Fogo squinted and stopped Theresa, who was about to get up.

"Tobio, I remember you said you were going to Athens, so what do you mean by going to Sicily?"

The man with an IQ of 150 is finally going to make things difficult for him.

Chen Miaowen had cleverly introduced a false destination to leave himself an escape route. Fugo would definitely recognize his identity in the future and would hunt him down, so he couldn't provide him with an accurate location. Athens, which is half an island and a stretch of sea away from Sicily, was undoubtedly a perfect choice.

He deliberately told himself that he was going to Greece, so that when Fugo realized what was happening, it would be difficult for him to find his location.

But he forgot about Theresa's existence, and forgot to add a note to the note, such as, "We've changed our destination at the last minute and are going to Athens."

It was obvious that there was a conflict, and Fugo would certainly not let this point of doubt go.

"I may have forgotten to tell you, Theresa, our final destination is Athens. We're going to Sicily to stay at my villa for a few days and take out my hundreds of millions of assets."

He raised an eyebrow in response, trying to project the arrogant and nonchalant attitude of a wealthy person, hoping to put Fugo at ease.

"Heh, Theresa, you'd better not go with this bastard. Look at his face, like a human trafficker. You wouldn't even know you've been sold off one day!"

Chen Miaowen's face fell, as if he was very angry.

"Well, Fugo, I'm fine with going anywhere, I just don't want to stay in Naples, and you agree, don't you? Besides, Tobio..."

Fugo stared intently at Chen Miaowen, his malicious gaze clearly indicating that he wanted to tear off all pretenses and lay bare his heart with Chen Miaowen.

"Okay, I won't force you. Just be careful. Go if you want to... but Tobio, you'd better not do anything out of line."

Chen Miaowen's face turned pale.

"Hmph, I'm not that kind of person, Fugo...you're overthinking it."

The more embarrassed his expression, the more joyful he felt inside. Fugo was belittling him, but he was only belittling him, without any doubt. His goal was achieved.

He even muttered to himself, self-deprecatingly believing that the two-faced emperor still existed, but not in his soul, but in his appearance and inner self.

"Oh, really?"

Fugo stared at him, and a faint purple figure suddenly appeared behind him, only for a moment.

Teresa didn't notice, but Chen Miaowen could see it clearly.

That was actually purple smoke.

At that moment, Chen Miaowen's heart skipped a beat, as if his breath was about to jump out of his chest.

How could this be? Why did Ziyan appear? Is Fugo able to control it? And what was the purpose of summoning it? Was it to test me?

Countless questions buzzed in my mind like mosquitoes.

No, we absolutely cannot expose this!

In his previous life, Chen Miaowen was a semi-otaku, and a rather chuunibyou one at that. He always fantasized that he was the protagonist in Death Note, often fighting against fictional enemies, using his exaggerated acting skills and virtual intelligence to deal with them. Over time, his brain didn't improve much, but his acting skills got better and better.

In this scene, he will showcase the results of his ten years as a virtual movie star.

"Of course, I am a gentleman, not a human trafficker. On the contrary, human traffickers would never want to see me. I despise their existence."

He merely met Fugo's gaze indifferently, his eyes not even lingering on the fleeting purple smoke. He simply blinked slightly, like a normal person, without any change in expression.

"...Theresa, it's late. Are you resting, or are you leaving today?"

"Let's set off today."

"it is good."

His flawless acting skills successfully helped him get away with it.

......

"See that, Tobio? That's Fugo's helicopter."

Chen Miaowen followed the two to a helipad. While he was still wondering why Fugo would do such a thing, he had already boarded the co-pilot's seat of the helicopter.

"Actually, I'd like to go, but I have some things to do."

Fugo stretched and fiddled with the bangs on his forehead.

"Dorbio, if anything happens to Theresa, you're finished. I'll send you to the depths of hell, no matter where you are."

"Also, remember to keep in touch, Theresa. I'll take care of everything for you in Naples."

He was sometimes serious and sometimes relaxed, with a very distinct personality. He disliked Chen Miaowen but also doted on Teresa.

Who would have thought that this was the behavior of a man with extremely high intelligence and an extremely dangerous Stand?

Unable to bring himself to say it, Chen Miaowen accepted Fugo's threat.

"Don't worry, if anything goes wrong, I'll offer my head in retribution."

"...Doppio, Fugo, you're stubborn too. Besides, Fugo, I'm older than you, what could possibly happen to me?"

Theresa rolled her eyes and rested her hands firmly on the steering wheel.

"Alright, we have to go now. Bye-bye, Fugo. I'll keep in touch with you often. As for those messy things about me in Naples, don't worry too much about them. And... take care."

"Um."

The helicopter slowly started up, and Chen Miaowen casually glanced at Fugo below, only to find that Fugo was also looking at him.

"...I really don't know what this genius is thinking."