JOJO, The Escape from Real Diavolo

Chapter 49 The Man Who Suffered a Setback

Chen Miaowen looked around, but the prince who had just been giving a speech in the center of the banquet was nowhere to be seen.

"What's going on?"

Apart from a few nobles who were covering their mouths and laughing, there were only two people fighting, from the massage chairs to the dance area. Neither of them was willing to let go, and no one wanted to stop them.

"Damn it! Let go! My nose's about to swell up like a pig's!"

"I won't let you go. You're not going anywhere until you give me an apology today!"

They were still locked in a struggle, like two groundhogs blocking the mountain road, neither willing to back down.

"Stop! Don't hit him anymore!"

I originally thought it was a prince coming to maintain order, but I never expected it to be that polite nobleman, the sunny and handsome King Di.

The nobleman's obstruction separated the two instantly, as if it were intentional, waiting for someone to dissuade them, otherwise they would be unable to save face.

"Mr. Di Wang, I had a good reason to take action. Look, both of my big toes... were smashed to pieces by this bastard!"

"Where did you see that I did it? I didn't have anything in my hand."

"You..."

"My lowly spells? You know they're lowly, how could they possibly harm you?"

The man was clearly no match for Holmes and was rendered speechless by the rogue's outburst.

"Alright, Mr. Qiao, we can discuss this later. Why don't you go back and rest for a while? For example, could you re-bandage your injured left toe?"

Di Wang still smiled, but the look in her eyes made the man, the so-called Mr. Qiao, dare not refute her.

"King Di is a nobleman who is very understanding, don't you think? Brother Qiao."

Mr. Qiao had no way to express his grievances, and reluctantly prepared to leave the banquet to treat his wounds.

"That's pretty impressive. With both toes broken, he can still walk out on his own."

Watching Mr. Qiao walk out of the cabin and be helped away by bodyguards outside, Chen Miaowen had an inexplicable strange feeling.

"Let the banquet continue. I believe that no one will let this little incident spoil the prince's enjoyment."

Speak of the devil, and he appears; the prince, who had vanished without a trace, emerged from a room somewhere in the ship's cabin, wearing an apologetic smile.

"Excuse me, everyone, I just went to the restroom. Could you tell me what happened?"

"A gentleman had a conflict with Hol Hols, but the situation has now been resolved."

"..."

Chen Miaowen glanced at the two people beside him who were still eating desserts and sipping wine, and the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.

"Hey, is there something strange about your esteemed prince?"

"What's strange?"

"He clearly saw the foreshadowing of the fight before disappearing, so why is he now questioning us?"

"No way! Didn't His Highness the Prince leave long ago? The one who was speaking just now was none other than Prince Di. You must be mistaken."

That's what Nayewi said.

Chen Miaowen was increasingly confused. He clearly heard the declaration coming from the prince's voice, and it couldn't possibly belong to Di Wang, because the two voices were completely different.

"Huh? Did I hear that right?"

Before the banquet, we need to...

But he clearly remembered that the prince was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

Although he hadn't seen whether the declaration was made by the prince himself, he felt it was impossible that he had misheard.

She wasn't that deaf old woman from Italy; on the contrary, Diablo's hearing was exceptionally good, so it was impossible for him not to recognize her voice.

He glanced again at the two nobles chatting and laughing, and at the guests who were really treating the brawl as an interlude, and fell silent.

"Burp~ I'm full."

After Hussein ate his fill, the bread-selling girl was finally stuffed.

"What about the banquet later? If you keep eating and don't leave any room, you won't be able to eat any of the big meals later!"

Nayewi jokingly teased her.

The girl also revealed her playful personality, sticking out her tongue with a smile.

"It's just dessert, I'll digest it all soon, and the banquet will definitely last a long time, so I can eat whatever I want."

The two joked and played around, treating the fight as a minor farce, or even ignoring it completely.

"You guys clearly had a fight, so why are you acting like nothing happened?"

"It's just a fight. As long as no one's hands or feet are broken, it's fine. Besides, even in this upscale club, fights aren't uncommon. In this gangster world, what more do you want?"

Nayewi started the massage chair and lay down on it, feeling relaxed and carefree.

"Emmm, I didn't really pay attention."

The girl, who had a sweet tooth, still picked up a piece of cake.

"..."

"I'm so sorry, but let's continue the banquet then, there's no need to delay any longer."

The prince waved his hand, and the kitchen began serving the dishes.

Everything was as usual, and the traces of the fight had already been cleaned up by the cleaners.

After giving the order, the waiters came out carrying large and small plates, and the one who came to the three-person table was a dark-skinned female waitress.

Their dining table is large and spacious enough to accommodate more than a dozen different cuisines.

"This is a Florentine T-bone steak, sourced from the Chianti region..."

Haha, is this fate?

The only dish he had ever heard of was served first, placed directly in front of Chen Miaowen, but he didn't seem to have much of an appetite.

"Are you going to eat or not? Or do you not know how to use a fork?"

Sometimes, his "good buddies" can be a bit sharp-tongued... but it's undeniable that he himself hasn't used a fork much.

However, the reason he had no appetite was because the prince over there had glanced in his direction without him noticing, which made his hair stand on end.

"No, I need to go out first."

"Hey, hey, where are you going? This is only the first dish!"

"You guys eat, I'm going to the restroom."

"This isn't the restroom area..."

Chen Miaowen quickly left the banquet, and once the cabin door closed, he found himself in a much quieter place.

"Hey, who are you...?"

"Who?"

There was nothing outside the cabin, and even the bodyguards had been sent away for some reason.

However, from a very secluded dark spot near the cabin, a hoarse and unpleasant voice came from what seemed to be trying to talk to him.

"He's the man whose two toes were smashed. You can call me Mr. Joe."

The face that emerged from the darkness had weathered, rough lines around its eyes, and blood was still visible beneath its leathery feet.

It was indeed the man who got the short end of the stick in the fight.

"What are you doing here?"

"Take a break."

He pulled out a cigarette from somewhere, but didn't light it; he just put it in his mouth with a sneer in his eyes.

"oh."

Chen Miaowen ignored him and turned to leave.

"Hey, hey, wait a minute, don't go yet. Don't you want to see a good show?"

A good show? If you get both your toes shot out by the same person during a fight, that'll be enough to make my dinner table a yearly spectacle!

"In no mood."

"Uh...don't you want to see what the future holds for these people in the cabin behind you?"