"I..."
Trish covered her head, her eyes wide, and swallowed hard, not even daring to look at the group of burly men in the hospital. Although Italy was a country that respected tradition, and the Sardinian style was considered unrestrained, this kind of thing was truly too terrifying, wasn't it?
"I really am just a child."
Johnson Joffrey sighed softly, then looked at Formaggio and said sternly, "Formaggio, don't cause unnecessary misunderstandings!"
Johnson took a few steps in front of Trish, blocking her. His huge shadow enveloped her, and she was so embarrassed she wished for a hole to bury herself in.
"Don't be afraid, Trish, they're just teasing you," Johnson Joffrey said with a smile in his voice, his back to her. "Melone's Stand Ability only requires extracting DNA from a person's blood; there's no need to do anything extra."
"Is that so?" Mista said with a hint of regret in his tone.
Johnson's words immediately rescued Trish. She breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at his broad back. Johnson really understood; he must still care about her, right?
She heard him continue, "I cannot condone anyone doing things that disrespect women and children. Trish just happens to be a combination of both a woman and a child."
"..."
This was the modus operandi of principled gangsters, because women and children were the future of development. Killing them was quite inconsistent with sustainable development. Furthermore, they were also the weak; a general does not kill ants. True strong individuals do not need to prove themselves by abusing the weak.
Most importantly, regarding respect for life, gratuitous killing was thankless and laborious for him.
Johnson Joffrey was truly not someone who couldn't even control his own killing urges.
"We still have the Boss's severed arm; we can use that," Prosciutto mused.
"Of course we can," Melone said. "Then we'll need to find another girl."
"Don't create a bad impression, Melone," Risotto suddenly interjected. "Trish, don't waste any more time. This matter won't affect your chastity."
"I wasn't even worried about that!" Trish, her face red, poked her head out from behind Johnson Joffrey. Risotto's words were too blunt, weren't they? It was a bit embarrassing to still be a virgin at almost fourteen.
"Let's not make Trish choose," Johnson said matter-of-factly. "Let me do it."
Trish breathed a sigh of relief. After all, choosing this herself was too difficult. She somewhat wanted to choose Joffrey, but it was too embarrassing, and the others were... "Stop, stop, stop…" Melone immediately held out his hand, telling Johnson to shut up. Then his Babyface Main unit, with hands and feet popping out, looked like a four-legged computer animal.
"I just took a look," Melone said, frowning. "You two are too perfect for each other. You're a Leo, she's an Aries. You're a match made in heaven!"
"No, no! The child born from this would be too gentle, which is clearly quite unsuitable!"
Although Melone really wanted Johnson's child, he wanted even more to create a vicious child. He needed to find a woman who was the most incompatible with Johnson to create a perfect child.
Trish looked at Melone in surprise, only to hear him continue, then he looked up and scanned the room, "The person most incompatible with Trish here is…"
"Ghiaccio!"
"Why are you calling me?!" Ghiaccio always had a swagger like someone owed him a million, hot-tempered and brainless, truly a combination of no brains and no happiness.
Melone smiled, crossed his arms, and made an X gesture, saying, "You two are DI MOLTO incompatible! You are bound to produce a vicious child!"
"Is that so?!" Ghiaccio exclaimed loudly. "Hahaha, indeed, I am truly formidable."
Then the two of them burst into laughter.
Trish looked at Ghiaccio's expression and couldn't help but make a constipated face.
"I refuse!" Trish shouted loudly.
"What?!" Ghiaccio yelled, "You stinking hag, are you looking down on me?!"
"Yes!"
She answered so directly that Ghiaccio flew into a rage. He was a guy who would get angry over nothing, and now his fuse was lit again. He didn't care about respecting women; he rolled up his sleeves, wanting to teach her a lesson.
"Ghiaccio," Johnson called out calmly, "Don't be rude to Trish."
Ghiaccio glanced at Johnson Joffrey's calm red eyes, not knowing where to direct his anger, so he just cursed under his breath and rolled his eyes.
"Melone, gentle children are easier to control and educate, and they are more loyal to their parents. Do it now," Risotto ordered, "Do Trish and Johnson's DNA now."
"Alright!" Upon the captain's command, Melone immediately accepted the task. The more mismatched two people were, the more vicious and difficult to control their offspring would be.
Because, from a certain perspective, Babyface was already a complete person; ordinary people could see it, and it couldn't be completely controlled by Melone.
Trish crossed her arms. At least it wasn't Ghiaccio and Mista; they were too greasy. But Johnson was also too awkward, as it was really embarrassing to do such a thing when she had a slight good impression of him.
If she had to choose, she might choose Bucciarati. Firstly, she had no affection for him, only gratitude. Secondly, Bucciarati was upright and had no other ulterior motives.
Trish sighed silently. Why Johnson Joffrey? It was simply too mortifying! Thankfully, her face was already red, completely embarrassed!
"I haven't done this type before," Melone said while operating the keyboard, "After all, before it was always for killing. The worse the compatibility index, the less moral sense, the easier it is to kill targets without burden."
"Conception complete. Should Johnson Joffrey's DNA be incorporated for tracking?"
"No, two-way tracking."
"Conception complete. Birth in three minutes."
The green barcode slowly flickered, gradually filling up under everyone's gaze.
"Birth complete."
The words "Birth complete" appeared on Babyface's main computer. Everyone's gaze fell on Trish. Trish subconsciously looked at her belly, then blushed and raised her head. She put her hands behind her back, a little nervous.
"Truly... Bellissimo (Beautiful)!"
Johnson Joffrey reached out and took a milky-white, human-shaped little thing from Trish's neck, along with a wisp of pink fetal hair. There was a green heart in the middle of its forehead, and it seemed to have not yet opened its eyes.