Chapter 35 Slums “This is the prerequisite for you to agree to the plan…
"Is this a prerequisite for you to agree to the plan?" Fanny Valentine asked with interest.
"It doesn't count."
Mary's silver eyes glanced at Johnny, then quickly turned her gaze back.
"Oh? Is this the condition for you to trust me again?" Fani continued to ask, but Mary got impatient: "You talk a lot of nonsense. Are you willing or not?"
"My pleasure."
The two walked towards the cabin. Their familiar appearance surprised Manden Tim: "I didn't expect that Miss Mary has this kind of relationship with the president?" He originally thought it was just a relationship between superiors and subordinates, but listening to the president's tone, it was obviously not that simple.
Whether to value your subordinates or to flatter them to death is a big question.
Johnny clutched his wheelchair tightly, the image of the president brutally slashing Mary's hand still fresh in his mind. He felt that this beloved president, who served his country and his people, was anything but a good person.
But the other party is the president after all, and he can't threaten this guy like he threatened Manden.
What a disgusting feeling
Johnny lowered his eyes, hiding his thoughts.
"Mary, are you in love?" Fani saw the complicated expressions of the two people behind him and said in a relaxed tone.
Mary did not follow Fanny Valentine's pace, but opened the door of the dilapidated cottage and walked in. Fanny followed behind, closing the door of the cottage to isolate herself from everyone's sight.
Sitting casually on the ground, Mary looked at the handsome blond man and said, "I want to know the memories that I was forced to forget in the past."
"Aren't you afraid that I'm lying?"
"If I can't even tell the difference between my own memories, that's my own fault." Mary's silver-gray eyes showed signs of annoyance. "Besides, you must have learned about Stone Face and Italy from another world. I need to get some information from you."
"Let me think about where to start." Fani sat down naturally on the wooden floor, holding his chin with his hands and looking at Mary. "Then let's start from the day you assassinated me."
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That night, Fani rarely followed the rules of his biological clock and fell asleep. Instead, he sat at the table in deep thought.
The Farebeck family had gone to extreme lengths to get their youngest son elected. Not only were the siblings banding together to strengthen their ties, but now they were even venturing into hiring assassins to attack their competitors.
But eradicating this cancer is no simple matter. This kind of major issue, affecting the entire system, requires careful planning. With the next presidential election fast approaching, he must be cautious and not let down at this crucial moment.
Unconsciously tapping the table with his pink-gloved fingers, Fani Valentine knew how coveted his position was and how difficult it was to hold on to it.
He became president not out of greed for power, but because he was confident that he loved his country more than anyone else. He was willing to devote his entire life to his country, rather than abusing his power for personal gain or pursuing worldly success.
Time passed little by little, and the hands in the room pointed to twelve o'clock. Fani rubbed his overthinking head and finally decided to get up and go to sleep. At the moment he got up, the madman hiding in the dark showed his fangs.
The brown-haired woman who was hiding in the gap between the ceiling and the cabinet jumped down and slashed at him with the dagger in her hand without any hesitation. When Fani realized that there was someone in the room, his neck had already been cut cleanly by the person who came.
Fortunately, when he fell, his fingers instinctively grabbed the national flag beside him, but the woman was not on guard at all.
When he hit the ground hard, the thin flag also attached to his body.
Conditions met
The other intact him will accept his will and kill the crazy assassin with vengeance.
His military instinct never faded. Without hesitation, Fani took out the pistol from his waist, aimed at the killer's heart, and pulled the trigger.
But the fatal blow he expected did not come. The woman actually caught the bullet with a dagger and even split it in two in mid-air.
What a terrifying power, what a terrifying speed!
Normally, anyone would be frightened half to death by his resurrection, affecting their judgment. But this guy didn't even twitch an eyebrow from beginning to end.
He's a tough guy. Which enemy is so lucky to find such a person?
Knowing that if he held back any longer, he would be doomed to fall into a cycle of constant killing. Fani Valentine roared, "D4C!"
The blue stand appeared beside him, and at the moment the woman rushed towards him, it neatly destroyed the advanced fire protection device in the house, and all the hidden sprinklers began to spray water in the pattern of falling raindrops.
The conditions for activating the stand have been met.
The two arrived at the parallel world at the same time, but unlike what Fani Valentine expected, this was not his office at all, but a strange place.
But he didn't have time to dwell on it. He seized the moment the brown-haired woman paused. The large blue rabbit sprang to life, following its owner's will. He grasped her brown hair in his palm and slammed her face against the broken stone wall.
It used all its strength and actually smashed the entire old and dilapidated wall with the woman's head!
The people inside didn't know what was happening, but they instinctively sensed danger and fled out through another door like a group of rats afraid of the light.
But there is only one exception
That's DIO
This house was a small gambling den, with people gambling in various ways. Dio had previously enjoyed challenging others to chess, earning easy rewards. But this soon became unsuccessful. After everyone failed in their challenges, no one wanted to be the easy money.
It was because no one paid attention to him that he noticed the changes outside the window at the first time.
Two people suddenly appeared outside the house, and the man used some unknown method to smash the brown-haired woman against the dilapidated wall through the air, causing a loud bang.
The unaware gamblers thought a robbery and murder had occurred and fled in panic. Seeing their panic, DIO sneered disdainfully.
A bunch of cowardly fools
He walked towards the corpse lying on the ground. In the slums, the dead were sometimes more valuable than the living. The Japanese doctor who often traded with him and sold him poison was very fond of this kind of corpse because it was beneficial to his medical research.
If he handed the body over to him, it would probably be enough to cover a lot of medicine costs. But before doing so, he had to search the body to see if there was anything he had missed.
DIO turned the body over and saw that the person's face was covered in blood. It looked a little scary at first glance, but for the slums, it was just child's play.
Compared to the stinking corpse that had already decayed and was infested with maggots, this woman only had a faint smell of blood, which did not affect DIO's search and seizure of money at all.
She was a very young woman, her clothes clean and tidy, her hands free of the calluses of years of work. Although not from a wealthy family, she was definitely not from the slums either.
But why is there no money?
Finding nothing, DIO continued searching without giving up, but heard a very indifferent voice: "What are you doing?"
What? !
The woman he thought was dead actually opened her eyes, and he didn't know when the huge bloody wound on her head healed.
This bizarre sight froze Dio for a second, but his naturally acquired acting talent allowed him to look into the other woman's beastly eyes with ease. "Oh... Ma'am..." He slowly withdrew his hand from her pocket. "I'm checking for any other injuries."
The woman didn't answer. She stared at him coldly, as if considering the truth of his words.
Dio suppressed his uneasiness and spoke in a gentler voice, "Ma'am, do you need me to help you get some rest inside?"
"No need." The other person stood up, the dagger in his hand flashing an ominous light. Perhaps it was intuition, or perhaps it was subconsciously sensing the brown-haired woman's strength. As the woman was about to leave his sight, Dio suddenly shouted, "The man who hurt you has escaped!"
Licking his chapped lips, DIO quickly caught up with her, saying earnestly, "The roads here are complicated. If you want to track down that blond man, it will be harder than climbing to the sky. But I am familiar with this place, and I can help you find him!"
The woman stopped. She didn't seem alive, and her silver-gray eyes held no emotion. This made him shudder instinctively. It was the physical fear of a weak person facing an invincible power, but at the same time, it made him incredibly excited.
Seeing no one around, Dio stood on tiptoe and whispered something in the woman's ear. Then, he stepped back a few steps, a harmless smile on his face. "Is this okay? Is the deal done?"
"lead the way."
The smile on his face deepened, and Dio resisted the urge to laugh as he walked forward. The brown-haired woman followed quietly behind him, like a ghost blending into his shadow.
Go straight...turn...go straight
Every step he took brought him closer to the finish line. Dio felt as if all the malice in his heart was emanating from every pore.
When he finally returned to the familiar gate, a drunk man was staggering by the door. He looked like he was about to fall, but he still held the dirty bottle, pointed the bottle mouth to his dirty, smelly mouth, and drank big gulps of wine.
When he saw DIO, he roared loudly: "You dirty idiot! Why are you back so late?! Where's my wine?! Where's my wine?!" His voice was full of phlegm, which made people feel sick just by listening to it.
He stumbled towards DIO, and just as he was about to grab the hem of his son's clothes, a pair of hands suddenly hugged his cheeks. Years of alcohol soaking his brain had made Dario Brando's reaction slow.
When he heard the dull sound of his neck breaking, he was already dead.
When he saw his dead father being dragged away by a woman like a dead fat pig, he was in a brief trance.
This disgusting, dirty man, relying on his strength to bully others at home, first beat his hardworking mother until there was not a single piece of good flesh left on her body.
After his mother was driven to death by him, the man began to abuse him in the same way. If he did not buy him enough alcohol every day, the man would fly into a rage and beat him to the ground.
And now... he died so easily? At least in Dio's mind, he thought his biological father, who only had strength, would struggle even harder.
It was his frivolous death that caused DIO to suddenly fall into a rage.
This is a great shame!
I've been oppressed for so many years by a guy who can be killed so easily!
Despite countless malice surging in his heart, DIO still restrained himself from kicking or hitting his dead father.
after all……
While his father was sleeping, he found a letter under his pillow.
This letter was written to a knight he had never heard of - Mr. Joestar
In the letter, his extremely foolish father was so pedantic that he said in a flowery manner that he would not live long and hoped that the knight would remember his kindness and adopt him as his son.
Although he didn't know whether the other party would agree to adopt him, DIO still didn't want his father to show any signs of being beaten.
His father must have been drunk and accidentally broke his neck. He was a good boy, how could he do such a thing as patricide?
After all, rich people are all good-for-nothings. What if they want to investigate him before adopting him?
But DIO has the capital to deceive everyone. He has always disguised himself very well, and nothing he does leaves any trace.
Looking at the man lying on the ground, DIO thought to himself: Go to hell, scum!
He was too lazy to look at his ugly father anymore, and instead turned his gaze to the brown-haired woman. She was so easy to use. If this woman could belong to him, could he command her to kill everyone who had offended him?
For example, the boss who withheld his wages, or the scum who deliberately pressed his cheek against his food...
Just thinking about it made him feel refreshed.
Tilt his head back, Dio tried his best to look harmless and cute: "My name is Dio Brando. You can call me Dio, what about you?"
"Mary," the woman repeated, "lead the way."
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