Jojos Who Are Doing Things in Daily Life

"...Mujinhua's words are tenacious and eternally beautiful. I will give this to you, little lady."

Silently retracting his substitute, Giorno looked at the ice cream in his hand that was about to melt, shook his head helplessly, and continued walking.

Chapter 18: Giorno who empathizes

"We can basically guarantee the smuggled goods at the port."

In a rather classic-looking villa, a middle-aged man in a neat suit respectfully handed a document to a man in a pink open-chested dress who looked However, the 15 or 6-year-old boy did not dare to be negligent in his tone and etiquette.

"Ah."

Giorno looked at the report in his hand, watched the middle-aged man with a little uneasy and nervous eyes, and nodded in satisfaction after a long while.

"Selling smuggled alcohol and medicine to countries that have banned alcohol or are in war is a very profitable business. This matter is entrusted to a competent cadre, and then a trustworthy cadre is sent to assist and supervise the whole process. , not to be careless."

"Yes, boss!"

The middle-aged man quickly lowered his head in panic and said, but he never thought that Giorno frowned when he heard this, and said in a bad tone:

"Didn't I say that? I don't like the title 'boss.'"

"Ah! I'm sorry! Boss!" The middle-aged man was taken aback by Gioruno's sudden change of subject, and he quickly corrected him.

Seeing the middle-aged man's address changed instantly, Giorno's expression improved a little, but he still reminded him:

"I hope you can remember it, and let everyone under your command remember it too. I hate repeating things that can be said once."

"Yes!" The middle-aged man lowered his head even lower, and his heart was full of fear and awe for this boy who was only 15 years old.

"..." Seeing the cautious attitude of the middle-aged man, Giorno waved him away after a moment of silence.

Speaking of which...it's not too late, so let's go home.Giorno had already made up his mind, and said that he had found a part-time job with good pay, but the working hours would be a bit long, so Mr. Joestar could rest assured that he would take some actions for his future. Convenience is also available.

Giorno, who was thinking like this, walked out of the room after a little movement of his body...

It is now close to seven o'clock, dusk has fallen, and Giorno walked through a street. There are many stores and gangs that belonged to the organization nearby. Many of them have seen Giorno, the new boss. , when Giorno passed by, they all respectfully bowed or paid attention to him, and only started to do their own things after he walked away.

"Enthusiasm" not only operates smuggling and black markets, but also operates many dance halls, underground casinos, KTVs, bars, and folk halls, etc. Smuggling is just one of the most profitable ways to organize. Smuggling, "enthusiasm" can still run steadily by relying on these.

However, after Giorno came to power, he cut off the high-profit drug business that the organization was originally running, so he replaced the drug business with smuggled drugs and alcohol.

"Crybaby!"

"The mute who can't speak!"

"……Um?"

A somewhat noisy sound came from his ear, and Giorno couldn't help but look sideways, only to find that a few young boys who seemed to be quite young were gathered together, kicking and kicking at something, and kept saying Saying things like "dumb" and "crybaby".

"Hey! What are you doing!" At this moment, a policeman seemed to have noticed the commotion here, and yelled away, scaring off the group of little boys.

Only then did Giorno see clearly that a petite body with short pink hair was crouching on the ground with his head in his arms, his body trembling constantly.

"That's..." Seeing the familiar pink hair, Giorno immediately recognized her.

"Hey, girl, are you all right?"

The policeman hurried forward to help her up, but the pink-haired girl stood up and kept her head down without saying a word.

No, she wanted to say something, but couldn't.

The policeman seemed to be asking no results, and after a while of helplessness, he let her go. The pink-haired girl also ran directly to another street, regardless of the wounds all over her body from the beating just now.

"Oh..." The policeman shook his head for a while, and when he was about to get on his car and leave, a voice stopped him.

"Mr. policeman, please wait a moment."

"Well, did you call me?" The policeman followed the prestige, and saw a man with blond hair, but with three holes like donuts in his hairstyle, and wearing a very flamboyant pink open-breasted dress The beautiful boy walked towards him.

Wow!This outfit, this hairstyle, it's amazing.The policeman looked at the blond boy who was exuding hormones all over his body, and couldn't help but start to suspect in his heart, isn't this kid a male publicist?Presumably the price is not cheap.

"Mr. Police." Giorno didn't know what was going on in the policeman's mind, so he directly asked his own question.

"What happened just now? What did that little girl do? Those boys want to beat her like this?"

"This... Brother, are you a foreigner?"

Although Giorno didn't know why the policeman suddenly asked this question, he nodded and confirmed.

"...Brother, you may not know this."

After a while of silence, the policeman sighed and said, "Policemen like us deal with such things almost every day, this kind of campus violence."

"...school violence?" Giorno couldn't help repeating the unfamiliar words that made Giorno's heart tremble.

"Ah..." The policeman also expressed a bad mood towards this word,

"Many people are injured or even die because of these things every day, but they have not been resolved. I am worried that if the police receive a report and deal with it, it will be fine. If some children are not afraid to call the police when they are subjected to school violence, then it may be a problem. ..."

"...Why?" Giorno saw that the police did not continue, but he already understood.

"Why did you do this to her? Did she do something wrong?"

"...Sometimes, there is no reason to bully people, little brother."

The policeman shook his head, and couldn't help turning his eyes to the direction where the little girl left before, sighed a long time, and said:

"Even if she did nothing wrong, people don't need any reason to hate a person. Sometimes, it's just to bully the weak and prove their strength..."