Jotaro Kujo stood on a telephone pole, hands in his pockets, legs one in front of the other, his upper body ramrod straight.

The shadow of his hat obscured his eyes. He stood motionless on the speeding telephone pole, his clothes rustling in the night wind like an overcoat.

At Shibuya Crossing, there is an average of 3,000 to 4,000 people passing through each traffic light, and about 500,000 people pass through here every day.

The storm blew here and landed right in the middle of the crossroads.

"Beep—" A taxi that was crossing the road honked its horn frantically.

Storm glanced at it, flicked his finger, and a wisp of wind flew out.

Swoosh! Bang!

The taxi was split in two by the wind, grazed past the storm, crashed into a crowd waiting at a red light, and exploded.

Bright red blood, still-beating internal organs, charred corpse, burnt face...

"ah!

A scream pierced the sky!

Storm glanced at the woman who had screamed the loudest, sneered, and flicked her fingers again—

Bang!

His right cheek was dented, as if he had been punched, and he flew out and crashed into the Dashengtang Bookstore.

Storm lay on a bookshelf, and a red-covered copy of "Toilet-bound Hanako-kun" landed on his face.

Jolyne Kujo swung over from a distance and landed lightly in the center of the Shibuya Crossing.

"No dressing up as characters from 'JoJo's Bizarre Adventure' and slaughtering people in the streets." Jolyne Kujo said, her hands in her pockets, her eyes radiating a sharp, murderous aura.

Golden ripples burned on her body like raging flames, and a blue stand-in emerged from behind her, its invisible domineering aura crushing the surroundings.

Inside a car with an ordinary exterior but a luxurious interior, located three blocks from the Shibuya intersection.

"Sister Yaochi, aren't we going over?" Li Qianxia asked, puzzled, after sending a message to Li Changzhou.

"Let's use the puppet to test their strength first. And now it's our turn to stay in the shadows and let your brother and that woman take the lead." Yaochi crossed her legs, crossed her arms, and closed her eyes.

siluke.

The black hair is turning back into gorgeous, dreamy white hair, starting from the roots.

"Oh, I see." Li Qianxia suddenly realized and closed her eyes as well.

On the railing outside the observation deck of Tokyo Tower.

"Shibuya Crossing." Li Changzhou switched his phone screen and found a photo of Shibuya Crossing online in chronological order.

"Wait a bit before going over, let them fight for a while first," said Yang Qinglan, who was standing next to her.

"That's exactly what I was thinking," Li Changzhou said with a smile.

The mission is to obtain the items, not to fight to the death. Above all, the premise is to stay alive and avoid taking unnecessary risks.

The night wind howled from all directions; if one's body lost its balance even slightly, one would immediately fall into the dazzling lights of Tokyo beneath one's feet and disappear without a trace.

Shibuya Crossroads

"Ugh!" Jolyne Kujo suddenly clutched her chest.

Another doll jumped out from her collar and landed on her other shoulder.

“My brother said he’ll be here later,” said the Li Qianxia doll.

"Whoa! You can talk!" Although she couldn't understand what he was saying, Jolyne Kujo was still startled, and the ripples on her body trembled.

"It wasn't convenient at the cinema earlier, but it doesn't matter now," the Yaochi doll also spoke up.

"It scared me to death. It was like buying a bottle of Coke from a vending machine on the street, and when I opened the cap, a bunch of liquid sprayed out, and I happened to lean over to drink it, so I got sprayed all over my face."

"...Are you out of your mind?" The Yaochi puppet spoke very directly.

"Um," the Li Qianxia doll made a gesture of pushing up her glasses, "what are you talking about?"

"This is not the time to talk about this, the enemy is here." Jolyne Kujo looked towards the Great Hall Bookstore, where Storm walked out unharmed.

"It's you." Storm sized up Jolyne Kujo. "Is the Stand that can freeze time inside you?"