Fighting you is like being in jail.

"So what did you ask me to do for you?"

"I'm afraid I'll beat him to death if I go too far, so I need your help. When he's about to collapse, he can be healed, and then I'll beat him up again."

"Ah this..."

Josuke suddenly raised his upper body and looked at Leng Chang with an expression that resembled a cat looking at its phone.

How hard did you hit him?

However, if that's the case...

"You need to understand that although my relationship with him isn't great, if I appear in your life, you might hold a grudge. So, you'll have to pay more!"

His eyes flashed with a sharp light as he looked at Leng Chang with a serious expression. If it weren't for Jotaro's mediation, he would never have agreed to this.

"How much do you want?"

Leng Chang smiled with satisfaction. Money was not a problem; his small workshop was never short of funds.

Josuke across from him spread his five fingers, his eyes filled with kindness and affirmation.

Fifty thousand yen!

Hmm, that's quite a lot.

I can buy so many games with 50,000 yuan!

"No problem! Fifty million!"

What the hell!

Josuke's eyes widened, and he almost spat out his saliva. He felt his scalp tingle and couldn't help but swallow.

Chapter 170 You're a fucking idiot!

Fifty million!

That's how many games... No! It's not about games anymore!

With 50 million, if you use it properly, you'll never run out of money in your lifetime!

G, GREAT!

"Deal! When to act? I can't wait!"

Josuke spoke without any mercy, his eyes flashing with a resolute light that seemed to represent fifty million.

At that moment, he felt as if he had seen a newly opened golden road in a dark field!

I can't help but want to strike a fashionable pose to express how I feel right now, just like how refreshing it is to change into new panties in the morning.

Old man from Northwest China, wake up!

As long as I'm here! Want to die? Not so easy!

The next second, a bright smile appeared on Leng Chang's face. He was very pleased with Josuke's reaction. A person's eyes can't hide their malice, and Josuke was more dazzling than ever before.

Money, isn't it amazing?

His upturned lips pressed against his facial skin, his toothy smile exuding an evil aura. Golden light gleamed in his dark eyes as he sat cross-legged in his chair, admiring the resolute Josuke before him.

Once the decision was made, Josuke wanted to call his mother to let her know.

Then I thought of Jotaro, so I called him again.

"Moshi moshi, Jotaro? I'm Josuke."

"Have you reached an agreement?"

"Yes, it's settled. I didn't expect him to offer so much."

"Oh?"

"Fifty million! A full fifty million! Just to ensure the other party doesn't die, that's amazing!"

"..."

Jotaro's face darkened, and he sighed speechlessly.

"Oops, it was my mistake. You've lost out."

"Huh? How come you lost money? That was fifty million!"

"My mistake, I didn't tell you that the other party has the ability to resurrect."

"What?! You're not kidding?!"

"Yes, I already asked them to revive two people for me. And they agreed... I'm sorry, that was my mistake. I'll call them again and try to get one for you."

"No, I'll go and say it myself. Such an important matter definitely needs to be handled by me."

"Let's go together."

"it is good!"

After hanging up the phone, Josuke's eyes lit up with realization as he stood at the entrance of a roadside phone booth, gazing longingly at the ground ahead.

resurrection......

His fists clenched unconsciously, trembling, and a loving smile appeared in his hazy eyes.

A short while later, Jotaro and Josuke found Leng Chang in the hotel restaurant.

By the window, the steak on the table had already been eaten quite a bit, and the wine glass was placed prominently and tastefully on the right. The clinking of knives and forks on the plates created a crisp sound, and the surrounding guests were enjoying the upscale meal, exuding an air of luxury.

"Leng Chang, we have something we'd like to discuss."

Jotaro led Josuke to sit down in the booth opposite Leng Chang. Leng Chang was alone at this time. Madoka Kaname and Homura Akemi, knowing what was going to happen, didn't intend to participate and went off to have some fun on their own.

"I'm so sorry for coming to see you so suddenly." Josuke said sincerely, looking nervously at Leng Chang who was eating.

Leng Chang put down his knife and fork, reached for the red wine, and elegantly swirled the glass to accelerate the oxidation process. Only oxidized red wine has a unique aroma.

After taking a small sip, he smiled contentedly, his dark eyes showing a hint of understanding.

"Um... about the reward. I don't want the 50 million anymore, could I exchange it for resurrection? I want to resurrect my grandfather. Please!"

Josuke spoke sincerely, then solemnly bowed his head and bent over in the chair, bowing deeply to Leng Chang, his hands trembling nervously on his trouser legs.

Jotaro, standing to the side, added with certainty, "If that's not enough, our PSW Foundation will also provide compensation. Please."

Jotaro is known for his strong will, and his current humble demeanor shows his utmost sincerity.

Leng Chang nodded, his eyes gleaming with amusement, and a gradual crack spread across his lips.

"Sure, but there's one condition."

"Really! That's great!" Josuke excitedly looked up and shouted, his excitement even greater than when he heard about the fifty million.

"What are the conditions?" Jotaro breathed a sigh of relief before asking seriously.

"It's very simple. Next, Jotaro, you will participate in the operation."

"I?

Jotaro's pupils contracted, and he opened his mouth slightly in surprise, but he did not refuse, nodding and saying:

"no problem."

"Thank you! Thank you!" Josuke was so moved that he almost cried, and he wanted to give Jotaro and Leng Chang a big hug.

At this moment, Leng Chang laughed comically because he had thought of something funny.

"When we get there, Jotaro, I need you to attack Rohan Kishibe from the front, and then... Josuke, you can attack Rohan Kishibe from behind. One of you can beat him up, and the other can heal him. I'm sure Rohan Kishibe will be very happy! Hehehe!"

“…”

“…”

You fucking idiot, you're a real freak!

Jotaro and Josuke, who were sitting in chairs, suddenly turned pale and their demeanor became more amiable. Just imagine that scene... it would be too beautiful.

However, in order to revive him, Rohan Kishibe has no choice but to make do.

At worst, we can use the SPW Foundation's resources to promote his comics... Yay!

"After it is done, the resurrection and the fifty million will be as good as before."

Leng Chang laughed wickedly, overjoyed to the point of almost breaking into a dance. His eyes gleamed with a light more demonic than any devil's, captivating all who beheld them.

"Alright... alright..." Jotaro agreed, his lips twitching. He was so worried about his uncle.

"N-no problem..." Josuke's lips twitched, and he clenched his fists, feeling both excited and guilty.

“Then we can take action. I think Rohan Kishibe is already very happy that we’re going to find him.”

Leng Chang gave a crooked smile, exuding an extremely evil aura. If Jotaro didn't know that Leng Chang was a decent person, he would have wanted to punch him. After all, this feeling was even more Dio-like than Dio's.

......

Nighttime, a house on the shore.

In the pitch-black studio, the entire room had been completely sealed off, even the windows were fixed in place by formwork. In the pitch-black room, there were rustling sounds coming from the corner, the sound of fingers picking up potato chips and chewing them.

Rohan Kishibe stared at his tired, dark-circled eyes as he huddled in the corner of the room; he hadn't rested for two days.

Ever since the boss of the Hot Oddity arrived in Morioh, he's been calling every now and then, but he just won't come. The scariest thing is that every time we're about to change our strategy, he'll announce what he's doing over the phone.

It's like they're completely monitoring you, not missing a single detail.

This is going to drag him down!

Rohan Kishibe dared not slack off, let alone give up; he could only tough it out. However, he was now exhausted to the extreme.

"Where will they appear from... and how will I be punished...?"

Chapter 171 This is a trial!

"I've reached my limit, immediately! Right now! I can't hold back anymore!"

Rohan's eyes flashed with weariness and ferocity as he gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground, enduring the torment of unease.

"Patience yields no results. I learned one thing from these two short days: the more anxious a person is, the more likely they are to fall into a predicament of pressure, and then drive themselves crazy, doing things they would never normally do."

"In just two days, I've been completely overwhelmed by the pressure, and that's exactly what they want!"

"Unless you abandon everything!"

"I, Rohan Kishibe, have come to a complete understanding at this moment! Only the right confrontation is the right one!"

"Damn it, I can't take it anymore!"

He stood in the dark corner of the room, full of awareness. White moonlight shone through the gaps in the wooden planks sealing the window, casting square patches of light on the wooden floor. Tiny dust particles floated in the air with the wind in the light.

Click.

Rohan Kishibe opened the door to the room. He stood on the second-floor corridor of the villa, his eyes gleaming with a resolute light as he headed towards the stairs leading to the first floor.

Just as he reached the stairs, he heard clear footsteps coming from below!

Tread!

Rohan looked nervously toward the stairs, but the darkness of the night obscured his view, and he couldn't see anything.

Tread!

Footsteps sounded again.

But we still couldn't see anything; the corner of the stairs was completely dark, but someone had definitely come there!

The sound of shoe soles on the stairs doesn't lie.

Rohan's eyes widened, cold sweat trickled down his face, and he was so nervous that his mouth went dry and he swallowed hard. His body also leaned back unconsciously in his nervousness, and his hands gripped the wooden railing tightly without his conscious effort.

"Who! Who's there!"

The next second, in the dark stairwell, a few rays of moonlight from the second floor shone directly onto the face of the person in the stairwell, and a pair of fierce eyes appeared in Rohan's field of vision.

"This is a trial!"

"What?!" Rohan Kishibe recognized the voice immediately. He clenched his teeth nervously, his whole body tense, and fear crept up his spine and rushed to his scalp.

It's that man!