Chapter 211. Sorry, Being Rich Really is Impressive
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"Wait, wait a minute! Why? Why are you stopping me?!"
"I even posted this cool fight preview on the forum early! If people find out I didn't even make it through the doors of Green Dolphin Studio, won't they laugh me to death?!"
In a hotel in Japan, just as he had previously declared on the forum, Mista had successfully flown from Italy to Japan.
Now, he was nothing like the confident, boastful person from the forum.
Nor did he have the confidence of Pucci and the others, who were shouting that they would absolutely film this kind of scene, believing they would teach a lesson.
Instead, Mista looked like the meme of "subway, old man, phone.jpg," staring at the task list in front of him — or rather, the restrictions handed down by the organization for their actions in Japan.
Of course, under normal circumstances...
Restrictions are just that, restrictions.
Although they were part of the Italian mafia, they weren't clueless thugs.
They knew the basic common sense that they had to obey the laws of other countries while on foreign turf. They didn't plan to break the rules either.
But as long as they weren't caught, wasn't it technically not a crime?
Mista understood this principle all too well.
But before he could take any action, the restriction clauses arrived...
And for quite some time ahead, they wouldn't be allowed to move freely.
Instead, they had to follow their boss and act as his bodyguards!?
With his plans completely disrupted, Mista turned to his companions for help.
Then he looked toward Bucciarati, their squad leader and the one who issued the task.
"Bucciarati, look..."
"No."
Before Mista could finish speaking, Bucciarati, who noticed his pleading gaze, rejected him without hesitation. "This is the mission. Our team's job is to protect the boss."
"Of course I know that, but still... does Giorno really need our protection?"
Looking around the hotel they were staying in...
And judging by his experience, Mista could clearly sense the hidden guards stationed around the perimeter of the hotel.
He honestly didn't think there was anything to worry about.
That was why he wasn't taking the task of protecting Giorno seriously.
It wasn't that he didn't recognize Giorno as their boss or didn't want to protect him for some strange reason.
It was simply because, unlike the plot of "Golden Wind" in Pucci's previous life, this Giorno...
Though the actors in this parallel world had the same appearance and identical personalities as those from Pucci's previous life...
Like the butterfly effect, a small change could lead to completely different outcomes.
In this parallel world where Pucci had traveled — a place without any mysterious powers...
Giorno, who had gone from being a mafia newbie who hadn't even fully joined, to completing his mafia initiation within nine days, defeating the organization's boss, and becoming the new leader...
This legendary journey naturally had some small differences from the "Golden Wind" story Pucci had seen in his past life...
To put it simply, Giorno, with Joestar blood, easily achieved his dream of becoming a gang superstar, thanks to the overwhelming influence and financial power of the SPW Foundation.
He didn't even cause a ripple!
He had even expanded beyond Italy and into the world!
There was even a Passion branch here in Japan, in the Far East.
The hotel they were staying in was, of course, owned by Passione and protected by its members.
Now you can understand why Mista thought Giorno didn't need protection, right?
"This doesn't conflict with our mission to protect Giorno. Listen up, tomorrow we'll gather here again, so we can't do anything that takes us too far, preventing us from showing up on time. Got it?"
But obviously, this reasoning wasn't enough to convince Bucciarati.
And knowing that it wouldn't sway him either, Mista, who respected Bucciarati's serious attitude, could only sigh and reluctantly agree to the order: "Yes, I understand..."
"Of course, that only means we can't stray too far," Bucciarati added. "If you're confident you can return in time, then there's no problem."
"...?"
"...!?"
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"So, Mista? Are you going?"
After instructing Mista and the others, Bucciarati left.
Just as Mista trusted their captain, Bucciarati also trusted his squad members.
So, after Bucciarati left, Narancia, another member of the bodyguard squad, eagerly approached, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
"If you're going, take me with you! I'm super interested in what you're planning to do!"
"...No, forget it."
Faced with this tempting proposal, Mista, after a long moment of contemplation, reluctantly refused with a pained expression.
"Eh? Why?!"
"We can't cause trouble for Bucciarati, and even though there's enough time, all we'd be able to do is scare that bastard Pucci for a bit."
Mista sighed regretfully. "The consequence of bothering Bucciarati, combined with the mere reward of scaring that bastard Pucci, just isn't worth it~~!"
"Yeah, yeah, you're right."
For once, Narancia wholeheartedly agreed.
"So, we'll just wait and see if there's another chance."
Mista pulled out a fully-dive helmet from the hotel, tossing one to Narancia. "In the meantime, let's do what Jotaro did in "Stardust Crusaders": keep a good list of all the debts that bastard Pucci owes us, and we'll settle the score when the time comes!"
Then...
With this thought in mind, they opened the latest episode of "Stardust Crusaders" and were immediately greeted by...
"Polnareff, ahhhhh——!!!"
Vanilla Ice's shocked scream as he emerged from the dark space.
"..."
Wait, this plot... seems off?