Let the Bizarre Adventure of the Joestars begin.

"What did you say?" The police officer was very unhappy to hear that the suspect wanted to protect the pickpocket. After all, anyone would be unhappy if their prize flew away.

"It was indeed me who gave it to him. He's my friend, so can you let him go?" But even though the police had threatened him, Joseph still insisted on everything he had said before.

“Ha, buddy…” The policeman threw Smokey aside and walked toward Joseph, intending to get to the bottom of things, but he didn’t finish his sentence.

"So what's the point of talking to two scumbags like these, Joseph?" The officer, whose body was so fat it resembled a pig, collapsed forward. The attackers were Miss Jeanne and Miss Sirin, who simultaneously attacked the two officers, rendering them unconscious instantly.

"You, you are..." The pickpocket lying on the ground asked the two women who had attacked him, his face filled with disbelief, because just now,

Just now, these two women appeared directly behind the police and started attacking, as if they didn't care at all about the police's identities.

"Grandma Jeanne and Grandma Sirin, you've been a great help. If I had helped, Grandma Elina would have scolded me." But what the tall man said made Smokey's mind start to go blank.

After all, the idea of ​​a man who looks to be around twenty years old calling two women around fourteen years old "grandmother" was too much of a shock to Smokey's values.

The previous battle was half a month ago. Similarly, with Speedwagon's help, Jeanne and her group came to New York after resolving their identity issues.

The reason for coming to New York was quite simple: Jeanne wanted to meet someone, an acquaintance.

Of course, the acquaintances here are not Jonathan Joestar or Dio Brando, since those two are currently out of contact, and who knows where in the world they climbed to in search of Miss Jeanne.

Miss Jeanne actually only came here to see two people.

The first one is Jojo's wife, Alina, but Miss Jeanne is not sure if Alina's height is still the same.

The second person was someone Miss Jeanne desperately wanted to avoid: Adeline. God knows why she showed up after hearing about Miss Jeanne's situation.

But regardless of that person's attitude, perhaps Miss Jeanne's biggest mistake was not going to see Cecilia first.

But actually, you can't really blame Miss Jeanne, after all, who knew this would happen?

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There will be another chapter later...

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Ripples of light spread through the arena: Chapter Seven: Black... The severity of the discrimination issue.

Smokey, one of the pickpockets in New York City, like other pickpockets, is forced to steal to make a living for various random reasons.

After all, it's impossible to work; only stealing can sustain a living.

But putting aside the jokes, Ms. Jeanne is quite clear on why there are so many pickpockets in this era. After all, Black people are still discriminated against in this era, so normal jobs generally don't hire Black people.

Then there are jobs that hire Black people, and the pay is generally insufficient. So a simple question arises: since the jobs are dirty and hard work, and the pay is so low that it's not enough to make a living, then maybe being a pickpocket isn't such a bad option.

After being rescued by the Joestars today, Smokey has brought new trouble to those who saved him.

"Hey, waiter! Waiter!" A man chewing on spaghetti looked at Smokey with annoyance.

"This store actually lets stinky pigs in?" The reason why the man yelled at the clerk was surprisingly simple: he just didn't like Smokey, who was a black man.

"Ugh? Food contaminated with that guy's smell is awful. Don't let that stuff in." The man's language became increasingly offensive, as if Smokey really did have some kind of smell on him.

However, perhaps for Americans of this era, there really is something about Smokey, this black man.

"Sir, if you're willing to pay, our shop will treat any customer well." The waiter, dressed in a suit, spoke very humbly, but even in his humility, he still refused the man's offer.

"What did you say?"

"Can pigs eat pig feed in this shop?" the man continued rambling on, but all he said only made Miss Jeanne find him very noisy.

“Jeanne…” Sirin, sitting next to Jeanne, called out Jeanne’s name, hoping that Jeanne would ask her to do something, at least to shut the man’s incessant mouth.

"I...I'm going back now." Unable to bear the man's words, Smokey was already having second thoughts and wanted to leave. But it wasn't just because he couldn't bear it; there were other reasons. Smokey didn't want to embarrass the person who had saved him.

However, someone grabbed Smokey's hand, just as Miss Jeanne had predicted, which was why Miss Jeanne hadn't let Sirin take action before.

Because Miss Jeanne had already anticipated that her brother's grandson would surely stop Smokey from leaving.

"Jojo," Jeanne said, implying that she would help Jojo explain the matter to Alina.

"Thank you, Grandma Jeanne." Now that he knew Miss Jeanne would help him explain, Joseph felt even less pressure to help.

"Don't cause trouble for the other guests. Hurry up, after all, it's not convenient for Sirin and me to do anything." Miss Jeanne yawned, then looked away, because she already foresaw what was about to happen.

"Oh, Grandma Jeanne, I'll take care of it quickly."

"Want to fight, buddy?" The man who had been babbling on like a venomous woman stood up, looking as if he had planned to make a move from the start.

The man's knuckles cracked as he pressed them, but Miss Na and the others were completely uninterested in such intimidation. After all, the man looked weak, so weak that he could be easily defeated.

After pressing his knuckles, the man reached into his pocket, as if rummaging through something.

“Hey, sir, if you’re looking for spiked brass knuckles, they’re not in your shirt pocket,” Joseph warned his enemy, as if something completely out of the man’s reach was some kind of threat.

"It's in your back pocket."

Just as Joseph said, the man had no way of taking the so-called spiked brass knuckles out of his pocket, but unable to find anything in his shirt pocket, he eventually reached into his pants pocket.

Then, to the man's incredulous gaze, he indeed found his spiked brass knuckles inside.

"Your next line is, 'How did you know I had spiked brass knuckles, you bastard?!'" Joseph pointed a finger at the man as he watched him pull the spiked brass knuckles out of his pocket, uttering words the man had never spoken before.

"How did you know I had spiked brass knuckles, you bastard?! Huh???" However, because Joseph's timing was perfect, the man said the same thing as Joseph before he could even react.

'Hmph, that man had scratches on the hand he was holding the fork with, but judging from his clothes, he doesn't seem like someone who frequently works in places where gloves are required, especially considering the era.'

'He must be carrying brass knuckles, and the reason why they would be spiked brass knuckles is even simpler: after all, there's blood on his shirt, and that blood was definitely splattered back, so it's clear that the brass knuckles he's carrying are more than just brass knuckles themselves.'

"And the location of the blood tells us more. After all, the fact that it's stuck to a shirt means that this man must have taken off his coat to beat someone up. Therefore, brass knuckles would never be in a man's coat, but rather in his trouser pocket." This is how Miss Jeanne explained to Smokey, and Smokey was witnessing Miss Jeanne's almost frightening words for the first time.

After that, Smokey realized something else: Joseph, who was able to analyze these things, might have also analyzed the same things as Miss Jeanne.

"And next, that guy will probably get angry and embarrassed. If he does, his already slim chance of winning will disappear." Miss Jeanne continued her analysis, and what happened next was exactly as Miss Jeanne had predicted.

Although Miss Jeanne did not analyze Joestar's attack method, the overall result remained unchanged. The man was defeated directly.

This incident did not cause too many problems for the other guests.

Of course, that's just this one incident. Whether what happens next will cause trouble for other guests is something that can't be predicted.

After all, a chaotic love triangle...

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That's all done for today, but I might need to write another chapter, we'll see.

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The light rippled like waves within the arena: Chapter Eight: How terrifying is someone driven to yandere status by fifty years of waiting...?

New York City is never peaceful, but today was unexpectedly turbulent. In fact, it was more like a war zone than a peaceful one.

After all, even in gang shootouts, no one would just pull out a Chicago typewriter and start shooting in the street. But today, a guy who had just arrived in New York in 11938 was getting that kind of treatment.

As for why this happened, it probably goes back to after Joseph Joestar dealt with that so-called "old man".

Not long after Joseph finished dealing with the old man, Alina and Adeline arrived at the restaurant with very good service, but considering what the vendor had said earlier, perhaps it wasn't treated like a proper restaurant for customers.

Rather, it's because Miss Jeanne and her party paid in full that the restaurant was able to provide such good service. After all, that's the rule in this country, and money is money.

"Hey, shouldn't I say it's been a long time, you two?"

At this moment, Miss Jeanne saw Alina and Adeline fifty years in the future for the first time.

The once towering Elina is gone. Although she is much shorter than before, Elina's height is still within the Joestar family's traditional height limit, which is 195 centimeters.

The other person, Adeline, who walked into the restaurant carrying a violin case, didn't look much different from how she had looked decades ago. However, this didn't mean there were no differences; rather, there were subtle, almost imperceptible changes.

For example, Adeline's strength has increased considerably compared to before. Although Adeline concealed it very well, in reality, when Miss Adeline first met Miss Jeanne...

When Miss Jeanne pulled out the chair for Alina, she saw that a handprint had been pressed into the solid wood chair.

You can even see clear palm lines in the handprint.

“Yes, it’s been fifty years, great detective, Miss Jeanne Joestar.” Adeline smiled, but her smile made her look like a wild beast ready to devour its prey.

'Why do I feel so uneasy?' Miss Jeanne looked at that smile, and a chill slowly crept up her spine.

"Hmm, hmm, Adeline, you're as beautiful as ever." He responded carefully to Adeline, hoping to make her temporarily forget what she was about to ask.

“Well then, I’ll get straight to the point and ask you, where is Cecilia?” Clearly, Adeline wasn’t buying it, and her smile grew even colder.

'Damn it, is there anyone who can save me now?' A bead of cold sweat trickled down her forehead, because Miss Jeanne was completely unaware that Adeline would act so unpredictably.

'West... damn it!' Her eyes darted around frantically, just trying to find someone who could save her from this predicament.

Sirin should have been the best choice, but when Miss Jeanne glanced at Sirin, she saw Sirin chatting with Alina as if she hadn't noticed anything amiss.

'What about Joseph?' Her gaze drifted to another spot, seeking help that was unlikely to appear.

As for why it's impossible to help, it's because Joseph is currently being chatted with by Smokey and is completely unaware of what's happening here. Of course, this isn't like Sirin, who sees but pretends not to see anything; he genuinely doesn't know anything.

"Cecilia, can I say that she has gone back to where she should go?" Seeing that no one else present was of any use, Miss Jeanne had no choice but to bite the bullet and go herself.

Of course, there are ways to solve the problem, but unfortunately, Adeline is Cecilia's harem member, not Jeanne's, so the method of pretending to be stupid to solve the problem, which is often seen in later generations, does not exist.

"So, who is she?" Adeline changed the subject, her question directly directed at Sirin, who was chatting happily with Alina.

However, this question doesn't need to be answered by Sirin; it's specifically for Miss Jeanne, because a poor answer would likely...

“Cirin? She’s someone important to me.” Suddenly, Jeanne’s emotional intelligence seemed to plummet, and she stepped into a forbidden zone. In reality, however, Jeanne’s emotional intelligence had never been particularly high.

After all, she didn't realize Cecilia liked her back then, and similarly, it's unlikely that Jeanne here would realize that Miss Adeline likes Cecilia.

So it's not hard to understand why someone would step into a trap like that.

"So, Cecilia isn't?"

"Of course not, Cecilia is also very important to me." And just like that, Miss Jeanne stepped into death without even knowing it.