To speculate on others' psychology, to exploit human weaknesses to use people as pawns, to strategize and win battles from a thousand miles away—this is not something ordinary people can do.
At least for Ghiaccio, such a person is generally called a deity.
Relying entirely on one's own feelings, entirely on one's own confidence, firmly believing that things will develop as one imagines—just this point alone means he is no longer an ordinary person.
At the very least, he must be as steady as an old dog.
Prosciutto looked at Johnson Joffrey. He was expressionless, his eyes even a little lazy. He wasn't too sad about his uncle's death because he firmly believed he could save him.
Most importantly, he actually believed that he could awaken Trish's Stand through psychological suggestion, and that he could deduce Bucciarati's human weakness by grasping human nature, even though he had never met him.
Bucciarati possessed a tenderness that allowed him to feel the pain of others excessively.
"How do you know?"
"I judged it based on what Mista told me about him."
(Mista: I said that again?)
Prosciutto fell silent. If an ordinary person were to say, "I controlled Trish's psychology to awaken her Stand, and through psychological transmission, I plunged Bucciarati's Team into panic, leading them to betray the Boss."
"And then, by controlling Giorno's psychology, I made him believe our goals are aligned."
Prosciutto would certainly not approve of such words. But coming from Johnson Joffrey—this fourteen-year-old boy...
Most importantly, the ambition and magnanimity he inadvertently exuded were beyond what ordinary people could achieve. When they first met, Prosciutto even thought he couldn't possibly be that young. Had he concealed his abilities?
Had he impersonated Risotto's nephew? Had he used a Stand to disguise himself? Because the aura he carried was like that of a Demon King who had experienced a hundred years of vicissitudes. After all, upon their first meeting, Pesci was so scared he trembled.
However, his use of his Stand and his judgment of many things were not overwhelmingly powerful. He could only be called a genius Stand User, not someone with the strength of an invincible Demon King.
At least in terms of killing intent, he was merely a novice.
This could only be explained as the difference between people; Johnson Joffrey was a born king, possessing an innate charisma. It seemed the so-called chosen one, the fated individual, truly existed.
After learning that the other party was the son of a vampire, Prosciutto actually felt a hint of legend, a sense of religiosity.
Perhaps there really were gods in this world. After all, even vampires existed, and the son of a vampire also existed. This vampire was even called a god.
From this moment on, Prosciutto completely acknowledged Johnson Joffrey. This guy's judgment was no less than the captain's. If we followed this uncle-nephew duo, perhaps we could truly become the new boss. Wouldn't that be a wonderful thing?
Prosciutto felt at ease.
Johnson Joffrey looked down at Risotto, feeling very anxious himself. Could Giorno's Gold Experience really save him? Theoretically, it could, but I haven't tried it.
After all, this matter was tantamount to reversing life and death.
Moreover, his psychological suggestion to Trish was not 100% effective. The most important thing was the transfer of energy. The energy her body could withstand was immense, and the excess part could naturally activate her spiritual power as an awakened Stand User.
Only then could she 100% awaken her Stand in advance.
The main thing was still his trust in Giorno; he would not let me down. This was a promise between men.
"So are we really just going to wait for them here?" Formaggio asked.
"Yes," Johnson Joffrey shifted his gaze to the other end of the ward, where Trish's unconscious mother lay quietly. "Just wait. You can also go to the hospital entrance to meet them, but don't start a fight."
If that were the case, as long as Moody Blues was placed in the hospital, every move of the boss could be completely replayed, and then his true face could be obtained. As long as his true face was put online, Polnareff could be contacted.
Get the arrow.
The arrow must be mine, Johnson Joffrey's.
If he hadn't read the original work and wasn't a second-round player, it would be impossible to have such judgment and deduce that Bucciarati would betray the organization.
Johnson Joffrey looked at Reversed Hierophant. Although it had evolved with the strengthening of spiritual power, it was still far from the power possessed by the arrow.
Giorno in the original work was too limited. Possessing an invincible ability like Gold Experience Requiem, he only served as a godfather of the Italian mafia.
My future, Johnson Joffrey's future, is above the whole world.
"Ding-a-ling—"
The ringing of a mobile phone interrupted Johnson Joffrey's thoughts. It was Risotto's phone.
Who would call Risotto in this situation?
It couldn't be again... "Johnson, it's me, Kujo Jotaro."
Phones at the end of the 20th century were not as advanced as those in the 21st century; the sound was like a loudspeaker, allowing them all to hear clearly. Upon hearing Kujo Jotaro, they all couldn't help but tremble.
It was this idol of the Stand User world, the "secret" weapon of the SPW Foundation.
But Johnson Joffrey was puzzled, why every time I, Johnson Joffrey, thought I was going to rule the world and become the best villain, this invincible war god of the Joestar Family would call to pour cold water on me?!
Johnson nodded to the Assassination Team.
Then Prosciutto stood up and said, "We'll go downstairs to pick up Bucciarati."
You see, smart people don't need to say an extra word. After all, when they become the new leadership team of 'Passion', Risotto will be the first godfather, and Joffrey will undoubtedly be the second godfather.
At this moment, Prosciutto displayed exceptional perceptiveness.
He took a group of people and left, regardless of whether they were going to pick someone up; Ghiaccio was dragged out.
Johnson watched them completely leave, then spoke into the phone:
"Mr. Jotaro, what do you need me for again? We just spoke a few hours ago."
"Yes, that's true, but in those few hours, I've already seen everything you've done in Italy. The SPW Foundation is now in the building across from you."
Johnson Joffrey curved his lips into a smile, looking at the building across from the hospital, maintaining a smile for the camera.
"I see him." If you tell me, then it's not surveillance anymore.
The phone line stretched across the Atlantic Ocean, connecting to Kujo Jotaro on the other end. He was still in his small study, having just signed divorce papers, and had been poring over information about Joffrey, thoroughly investigating the gang for hours.
Working all night without sleep was commonplace for him.
"There's an old friend of mine who's also investigating the gang you're with, but I can't reach him now."
"His name is Polnareff. Do you recognize him?"