JOJO, The Escape from Real Diavolo

Chapter 14 Love-Brained Fugo

"Theresa, is this your friend?"

"Ah, this is..."

Bang! The dining table, named "Amato No. 1," suddenly collapsed. If you looked closely, you could see that two cuts had been inexplicably shaved off the corner of the table, but Fugo didn't notice.

"Waiter! What's wrong with this chair?"

The receptionist rushed over and bowed her head in apology.

"I'm sorry, sir, this is a century-old hotel, and this is the first time we've encountered a situation where tables and chairs are damaged..."

"A century! A century and you still don't know how to maintain or replace things?! You're telling me? This is one of the top hotels in Catanzaro? And I'm a VIP customer, a VIP! If that bastard Narancia were here, he would have torn this lousy place to shreds!"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

Chen Miaowen knew that Fugo could be very short-tempered at times. After realizing how domineering Fugo was, he breathed a sigh of relief. At least when Fugo was angry, his intelligent mind wouldn't realize that he was the one who had done it.

He risked deleting a second of time, chipping the corner of the table before Fugo could react, thus interrupting Theresa from saying the word "boss."

If Teresa were to introduce Fugo, she would definitely put the word "boss" on the table. Thinking about it this way, even if Chen Miaowen could explain it to him, Fugo might still be suspicious.

Then the only option is to divert his attention and give Teresa instructions before the formal introduction.

"Alright, alright, Fugo, let's just go somewhere else. Why are you being so unreasonable?"

"Guest, we can go to Bacchus No. 1. It's available..."

Fugo glanced at Chen Miaowen, seemingly realizing the inappropriateness of his behavior, and nodded slightly.

"Alright, to hell with that damned Dionysus Number One."

Chen Miaowen broke out in a cold sweat from that glance. He followed closely behind, handing a note to Theresa, who was walking in the middle.

[When introducing me, don't call me "boss," just call me Doppio. Calling someone your boss in front of your friends is embarrassing. Also... whatever you do, don't mention what happened these past few days, especially about Stand users. Your friends are probably ordinary people, right? We can't let innocent people get involved in this accident, can we?]

The girl who took the note stopped and her eyes darted around.

"Fugo, I need to use the restroom..."

Fugo, who was walking ahead, calmed down and nodded slightly.

"Guest, I'll take you there."

The receptionist seemed to have found the right moment, beckoning another waiter to lead the way, while she herself led Theresa to the right.

"Guest, we apologize again. Your meal at Bacchus No. 1 will be offered at a 50% discount. We hope you enjoy your meal."

Fugo waved, and the waiter, head bowed, left, leaving behind a menu.

Thus, fate provided Chen Miaowen with an opportunity to be alone with Fogo.

If the conversation goes well, the two might laugh it off, and they might even befriend Fugo under the guise of Tobio. But if the conversation goes badly and their identities are exposed, this five-star hotel might not even be enough to cover their tracks.

Fugo was afraid of the boss, so he withdrew from the team to fight the boss. But if he really had to face the boss, he would just consider himself unlucky and would not back down. After all, in his mind, admitting defeat meant death. Either way, he would die, so he might as well fight back and die gloriously.

Temporary retreat is wise, fighting to the very end is character; Fugo is such a person.

This gave Chen Miaowen a headache.

Avoiding direct contact with the main characters has been his only guiding principle since his transmigration. Meeting Giorno would mean certain death, and he couldn't let his guard down when encountering anyone else.

Fugo is extremely intelligent, while his Stand, Ziyan, is quite stupid and launches indiscriminate attacks with considerable power, which Fugo cannot control.

If provoked, it might launch a desperate counterattack, releasing a poison far stronger than that of a gecko, which would be very troublesome to deal with. Even after it's dealt with, it might take until Rongrong arrives, at which point Chen Miaowen will be finished.

Therefore, he needs to be extremely cautious now and not let Fugo have any doubts.

"My name is Fugo. I was born in Naples and am currently traveling in Catanzaro. Teresa is my childhood friend."

"My name is Tobio, and I want to rent a plane to Athens. Theresa is also my friend, and she wants to go see it too."

"Friends? We've been friends since we were kids, but I've never seen a red-haired friend before."

Fugo's eyes turned cold. The red-haired man in front of him didn't seem like an ordinary person. As for why, it was because of his intuition.

"Brother Fugo, I'm her friend too. Besides, you can't be staring at Theresa all the time, can you? She's a wonderful girl, why can't she interact with other friends? Could it be...?"

Chen Miaowen behaved very normally, like an ordinary citizen, or you could say that he would behave like an "enemy" of Fugo.

"Hmph, whatever. Since Theresa considers you a friend, I have nothing to say. Just don't try anything with her, because I'm still around! You should know that the thugs who have designs on Theresa have all broken several legs, and that's not a pleasant experience... So if you happen to run into me again someday and get beaten up, I hope you can understand and not take it too seriously."

"Old... Doppio, how did your chat with Fugo go?"

Theresa walked over with a big smile, and casually shook the water droplets off her hands to indicate that she had indeed gone to the toilet.

"Sit down and eat first."

Chen Miaowen subtly gave Theresa a wink, and she immediately understood, sitting down next to Fugo.

"Teresa, I ordered your favorite black pepper spaghetti, brother..."

Call me Tobio.

"Dorbeo, what do you like to eat? I'll order for you."

Fugo held a pen and wrote something on the menu without looking up.

But upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the highly intelligent man was also secretly observing Chen Miaowen and the other person.

Chen Miaowen has already laid the foundation for being an ordinary person, and if nothing unexpected happens, Fugo has already regarded him as a stranger or a rival in love.

He simply never expected that Fugo would have a childhood sweetheart, a pilot he had hired by chance, and that the two of them actually liked each other. What was most surprising was that Fugo was actually a love-struck person with a strong sense of crisis.

What a strange tactic!

"I like Florence T-bone steak."

Chen Miaowen mentioned the only high-end Italian dish he knew, trying to show off and appear more like an ordinary person who loves to compare himself to others in front of the two of them.

"They don't have that kind of steak here."

"..."

Chen Miaowen was somewhat embarrassed. What else could Italy possibly have?

"Then have the same as me, black pepper spaghetti."

Fugo quickly wrote down the dishes with his pen.

"waiter!"

……

Dining is a small matter for Fugo, a VIP, but according to Chen Miaowen's understanding, Fugo should have been expelled from his family and had no money. How could he still have a private jet and a VIP card for a five-star hotel?

He dared not ask, but could only savor the artistic pasta in the world of art.

The taste was good, and the noodles were chewy, but that was about it. It was like thick noodles sprinkled with countless toppings and a lot of black pepper, very ordinary, and completely incompatible with the divine architecture.

"Tobio, isn't the black pepper pasta incredibly delicious?"

"Mmm, it tastes good, but there's no meat."