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Chapter 40 Darby the Gambler
"what?"

Polnareff was speechless, covering his face with his hands and thinking.

Are you kidding me, you're a pretentious guy, I don't want to spend a second with this kind of person.

"What do you think?" Darby took the opportunity to ask.

Polnareff waved his hand, looking indifferent: "Okay, I know, just..."

"Polnareff! Don't promise him!"

Jotaro burst out, interrupting his words.

"What's wrong?" Polnareff froze for a moment, then turned his head to look at Jotaro.

Darby, who was sitting opposite him, his eyes darkened for a moment, and he pretended nothing happened and said, "What's the matter? Is this foreign guest dissatisfied with the gamble I proposed?"

Jotaro looked at Dabi and took a step forward: "You are a substitute."

"Substitute? Messenger?" Dabi muttered these two words with a puzzled look on his face, and then looked at Jotaro with the same expression as a child.

"Hey, hey," Joseph whispered in his ear, "Jotaro, don't get me wrong."

Jotaro didn't speak, and Platinum Star appeared instantly, and made a gesture of punching Darby's cheek.

Darby played the cards in his hand with a normal face, as if he didn't see the Platinum Star at all.

Hehehe... Do you think I'm the kind of idiot who starts out blindly and confidently without any preparation?

I have carefully read the information given by Mr. Dio a long time ago.

Kujo Jotaro is a person who will never use a substitute attack on a weak person who has no substitute ability.

So his punch definitely scared me.

And I, Darby, am a born gambler.

It is absolutely impossible for the big heart that has been trained under countless tense and exciting gambling games to show its flaws in front of people other than Mr. Dio!
Joseph and the others tensed their muscles. Once Jotaro found out that Darby was really the stand-in messenger, they would rush forward and beat him to the ground.

However, Jotaro's choice was beyond everyone's expectations.

"Oh!"

Accompanied by the roar of Platinum Star, the punch hit Dabi firmly on the face without hesitation, and then knocked him away.

"Oh my God!" Joseph rubbed his face with his hands, looking at Jotaro in disbelief.

"It...was really shot out?" Abdel was also very surprised. During such a long journey, he knew very well what an upright person Jotaro was.

Facing ordinary people, Jotaro absolutely disdains to use Platinum Star.

In other words, Jotaro used some method to confirm that this man was [-]% a substitute messenger!
Wanting to understand this, Abdel, who chose to trust Jotaro unconditionally, summoned his substitute without hesitation.

"Red Magician!"

Dabi, who was stunned by Platinum Star's punch, had no time to think about the flaw in the intelligence, and saw a large ball of flames rushing toward him.

Darby rolled and dodged, and then shouted: "Hey! Wait! How can you shoot at ordinary people?!"

"Ordinary people?" Joseph muttered, and then jokingly said, "Then what were you hiding from by turning around just now?"

"hateful!"

Dabi covered his face and got up from the ground. He stopped pretending and asked Jotaro, "How did you find me?"

With his hands in his pockets, Jotaro said unhurriedly, "A friend told me."

"What friends?!" Darby was confused. Aren't these five the only substitute messengers shown in the intelligence?
He checked again and again, and read out the names one by one: "Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo, Mohamed Abdel, Jean-Pierre Polnareff, and Noraki Kakyoin..."

Darby let out a loud roar: "Where did you get the sixth stand-in messenger?!!!"

At this moment, a sudden voice sounded from the side.

"I'm sorry, the friend he's talking about is me."

Everyone followed the prestige, under the sun, Yan Fan walked in front of them wearing a pair of sunglasses.

"Guys, this is the first time we meet. I am Jotaro's friend. My name is Yan Wan, from China."

Polnareff ran two steps forward with excitement on his face, pointed at him and said happily: "Oh? Are you the one who told Jotaro that the captain was a substitute messenger when we were on the ship?"

Yan Wan nodded: "That's right, it's me."

Darby covered his face, took a step back, looked at the crowd, and kept thinking about countermeasures in his mind.

Damn, the intelligence went wrong.

Do you want to retreat first?
No, if I just run away, not to mention Master DIO, even my younger brother will kill me!
"Hey, Darby, let's have a bet." Yan Wan said suddenly.

"What?!" Darby looked at him in disbelief, as if a person in the deep water grabbed a life-saving reed pipe, and shouted excitedly: "You said you want to gamble with me?"

"You heard that right."

Yan Fan walked up to him and helped the table up.

"Your substitute ability is to take the loser's soul as your own through gambling, right?"

"So what?"

At this moment, Darby knew very well that at this point, there was no need to hide his stand-in ability.

"What! You guy!"

Polnareff shouted, and the silver chariot subconsciously appeared.

Fortunately, Kakyoin grabbed him and told him, "Polnareff, don't be impulsive."

Polnareff looked at Yan Wan, then at Jotaro who accepted the bet, and asked in confusion: "Since we already know that he is DIO's subordinate and has such dangerous abilities, why should we confront him? bet?"

Yan Wang pulled out the chair and sat down, motioning for Dabi to sit opposite him.

Darby kept thinking about what kind of substitute ability the man in front of him had.

As if Yan Wan could guess what he was thinking, he raised the corners of his mouth and said mockingly: "You raised that cat, right?"

Darby nodded.

"Hey! Then aren't you a cheater?" Polnareff shouted angrily.

Since the cat was raised by him, it is not up to him to control which side the cat will eat first.

Darby smiled contemptuously: "If you don't see the fraud, then you deserve what you deserve. Gambling is to deceive each other, isn't it?"

Then he ignored Polnareff's angry eyes, and asked Yan Wang: "Then, what are you going to bet with me?"

Yan Wan looked at him with ice-like eyes and said word by word: "I want to bet all your collections."

Hearing this, Darby burst into laughter, and a sense of confidence reappeared in him.

Those who want to gamble, without exception, do so because they have something they want to get through gambling.

This is called desire.

And once the opponents at the gambling table have desires, then he, Darby, will become the one who plays with desires!

"Another...benevolent guy with stupidity?"

(End of this chapter)