JOJO, The Escape from Real Diavolo

Chapter 2 The Legacy of the Emirates

The port was indeed very secluded; it could hardly be called a port at all, more like a stilt house made of a few planks.

The so-called horsepower boats were also very small, only able to seat two or three people.

"Wait, friend!"

The ship was almost out of the harbor when Chen Miaowen stopped it again.

"Could you give me a ride?"

Chen Miaowen flicked the banknotes in his hand, and the people on the boat immediately responded.

"Hurry up and get on!"

He boarded the ship, thankful that he had left some money with the Italians, which would allow him to cope with the situation ahead.

After all, money is always everything.

The horsepowered boat started up with a "humming" sound, and Chen Miaowen glanced back at the Italian islands behind him.

While ensuring no one could catch him, he was also overjoyed at the realization of his dream. Although it might have been somewhat unexpected that he had become a villain, he was extremely happy to have a Stand like King Crimson that could manipulate time.

"It's okay, I'll just hide. No matter where I go, Egypt or Africa, as long as I don't do anything bad and as long as Giorno doesn't catch me."

He believed he could live a good life.

Doppio's soul has dissipated, while the boss's soul has been possessed by him. Now, apart from having the boss's face and a double, he has essentially fulfilled his own ideal.

"Friend, where are you going?"

When asked by the people on the ship, he replied without hesitation, "Wherever we go, the farther the better."

The man was speechless, slowly realizing the red-haired man's unusual and dangerous nature.

Italy is not a stable country. Gangs and drug trafficking are commonplace. Ordinary people should not ask questions they shouldn't ask, otherwise they won't even know how they died.

Therefore, he dared not say more, fearing that it would bring about his death.

After thinking it over, he handed Chen Miaowen a bottle of water.

"Why don't you come aboard with me? Our destination is Naples."

"Naples!?"

Chen Miaowen was taken aback. Naples still belonged to Italy, and he also knew that the "beautiful legend" of Naples, Bugarati and Rongrong, came from there and were on their way to Rome to participate in the final battle.

Giorno is very smart, and he will definitely be the first to guess Diavolo's thoughts. Rome is not a place to stay for long, as Diavolo will definitely come after him. His hometown of Sardinia is also absolutely not a place to go back to, because Melancholy Blues died there. Next is Naples, not to mention that it is a place Giorno must return to, there are other Stand users, such as Fugo, and perhaps Koichi. The worst case scenario is that he will run into Jotaro who has come from Japan.

Although this is unlikely.

Since Diablo is not dead, Giorno will not take over as the head of the gang and then eliminate the drug-selling members. Therefore, he will definitely hunt him down to the ends of the earth, never to be outdone.

"Can't it be any further?"

"Well, you see, Naples is 200 kilometers from Rome. Even at our speed, it would take us ten hours to travel there... And, as you know, this ship doesn't belong to me, and we only have enough fuel to get to Naples..."

The man didn't want to spend too long with Chen Miaowen, nor did he dare to refuse outright, so he could only say that he would do his best.

"Okay, let's go to Naples then."

Naples is absolutely not a place to stay; once you get ashore, you must take another route to leave.

"Okay, okay."

……

Yellowish-brown clouds floated in the sky, seemingly moving yet not quite. The two men on the boat each possessed a unique artistic style, which Chen Miaowen readily accepted, but he still felt a sense of novelty upon truly entering this artistic world.

"Sicily...the holy land of the Mafia...Palermo..."

While Chen Miaowen was daydreaming, some memories of Diablo surfaced in his mind. He learned that the boss had left a villa in Sicily, and that he had also hidden an inheritance worth approximately 10 billion lire in a stone brick in a cathedral on the island.

"Do you have anywhere in mind? Sicily? Perfect timing! A friend of mine has a cargo ship heading to Sicily to unload goods in two days. You could take it with you, hehehe. My friend is a bit of a money-grubber, you know, money is a must..."

"..."

Two days is not enough; it's too slow, and he can't take the ride.

If all else fails, then hijack a ship or a plane, although that's not my style.

......

Ten hours passed quickly. Although they stopped to rest on the shore during the journey, Chen Miaowen had a bad feeling, fearing that Rongrong would catch up with him during the rest time. So he was on tenterhooks and dared not linger. He simply told the man on the boat that he was in a hurry and did not need to rest, and the man did not dare to complain.

So after nearly a long period of drifting at sea and eating only dry bread, Chen Miaowen felt extremely unwell and vomited for almost the entire journey.

"What has the boss been eating these past few days?"

The vomit went into the seabed, and he couldn't tell what it was because of his curiosity.

As we reached the shore of Naples, darkness fell.

"It's almost six o'clock now, why don't you find a hotel?"

The Italian man helped Chen Miaowen up, but Chen Miaowen shook off his hand.

"No need, I have other things to do."

The man wanted to say something more, but Diablo's imposing presence forced him back. A pair of extremely sharp eyes beneath the red bangs made the man's legs go weak, and he took two steps back.

"Well, you're busy, you're busy, I'll be going now."

After exchanging a few casual words, the Italian sailed off in his horse-drawn boat, which still had some fuel left.

If it were the real Diablo, this Italian would have been torn to pieces long ago, but he is Chen Miaowen.

Chen Miaowen only glanced at him, not expecting the boss's intimidating aura to be so exaggerated.

In order to avoid being noticed by the other Stand users, he had tried his best to conceal his unusual aura and reduce his presence.

He also believed that one should not easily call out a stand-in in this beautiful city, and decided to temporarily seal it away.

And he tied his hair up in a braid and became Tobio again.

When you arrive in Naples, you have to do a "pilgrimage to the holy sites," that's what JOJO fans all think. Chen Miaowen also wanted to do that, to make a memento or something, but life is more important, and this place is not suitable for him to visit at the moment.

Where are you going? Do you need a ride?

An old man with a black beard passed by and greeted them with a smile.

Squeezing aside the boss's memories, Chen Miaowen couldn't find anything special about the old man in his own memories, nor did he seem to have appeared in the original work.

"I'm going to Sicily. What ships or planes still pass through that area?"

"Oh, you're in luck! We do have a helicopter going to Sicily, but it's the last one. It will start in five minutes."

Chen Miaowen remained silent, and the old man could see his concerns.

"Don't worry, there's one last seat left on the helicopter. I'm not trying to deceive you. Besides, you'll need a lot of money to get on the plane. If you don't have any, then I can't help you."

There's not much for Chen Miaowen to consider now. At this time, transportation should still be running, but he's very unfamiliar with it and it might take him quite a while to catch a high-speed train or something. If there's a private helicopter, of course, that would be the first choice.

"take me."