Capturing criminals is the responsibility of the Neon police, what does it have to do with me, an Interpol officer?
"What? What are you saying? Wait, who are you???" Josuke was left puzzled, his head full of question marks. The amount of information was overwhelming, and his brain couldn't keep up. However, when he saw the identification and heard the words "criminal police," his body subconsciously relaxed.
At least in most people's perception, criminal police are not bad people.
Although this is an international matter.
Only Kakyoin's gaze remained fixed on Yamcha, showing no sign of relaxing, ready to act at any moment.
Having once been a member of the team fighting DIO in Egypt, he was not as naïve as Josuke.
"I have been entrusted by the Neon government to investigate a peculiar case involving an escaped criminal." Yamcha knew that gaining Kakyoin's trust easily was not going to be a simple task.
He also didn't plan to gain Kakyoin's trust with just a few words.
As long as he wasn't attacked, and wasn't in a hostile situation, he would consider his mission a success.
"I know you, Mr. Kakyoin. Your name is well-known in our department, no, it should be said, in the entire National Strategic Defense, Offensive, and Logistics Bureau."
Yamcha continued, nodding toward Kakyoin, seemingly unaware of the tension, and then switched the subject, speaking in a tone full of regret as he pointed to the bottle still in the hands of Yoshihiro.
"But Mr. Kakyoin, you were too careless."
"You actually left such a dangerous item in a place where even ordinary people could come into contact with it."
"If I hadn't stopped it in time, this old man would probably have met an unfortunate end."
Following Yamcha's direction, the group finally noticed the bottle containing the Stand was still held by Yoshihiro, and the bottle already bore the brandy label.
Josuke naturally knew that his grandfather had the habit of drinking a glass of brandy after work. If he had drunk from that bottle, and it had been someone else's Stand...
At this thought, Josuke's back was drenched in cold sweat, full of regret.
He had no idea what the limits of his Stand's "Crazy Diamond" healing power were or if he could have saved his grandfather. To be honest, Josuke had no confidence.
If he failed, the consequences were unimaginable.
At the same time, he developed a great liking for Yamcha, who had prevented his grandfather's death. Josuke believed at least 90% of what Yamcha said.
It could be said that the better the relationship Josuke had with his grandfather, the higher his goodwill toward Yamcha.
Josuke was a simple-minded teenager with little life experience.
He was, without a doubt, the most innocent and naïve character in the entire JOJO series. After all, he was just an ordinary high school student—well, except for the third part's Kakyoin, who was no ordinary high school student either.
"Are you a Stand user too?"
Among those present, only Kakyoin still regarded Yamcha with a certain level of caution, but considering the fact that he had just saved someone, he wasn't as hostile as before. He tentatively asked.
He knew well that Stand users tend to attract each other.
Yamcha shrugged: "Unfortunately, I'm not."
'If he's not a Stand user, then he definitely can't see the Stand. So why...?'
Kakyoin's suspicion, which had just started to subside, grew once again, and his gaze grew sharper.
"Mr. Kakyoin, do you really think that the only special ability in this world is 'Stand'?"
Before Kakyoin could respond, Yamcha continued, "Your grandfather, Joseph Joestar, doesn't just have a Stand. He also knows Hamon, a very ancient technique."
"Then there's the modified humans from D-country."
"And my telekinesis." Yamcha demonstrated by using his telekinesis to levitate several cups of tea around him, causing them to spin around his body.
"There are many special abilities in this world, and it's far beyond what you can imagine."
Yamcha deliberately misled Kakyoin, implying that he could see Stands through other means. By using telekinesis in front of Kakyoin, he was also proving that he was not a Stand user.
In reality, Yamcha couldn't see Stands since he didn't have one. Without the plot's guidance, he wouldn't even know where Angelo's Stand was.
So, his words were 80% false, a pure attempt to mislead and confuse others.
As a person who traveled across worlds, using information gaps was his strategy. Pretending to be a prophet wasn't out of the question, but any small mistake could easily expose him.
Never underestimate others.
Yamcha never thought of it that way. His eyes remained focused on Kakyoin.
"Ah!"
A woman's shocked scream rang out, drawing everyone's attention.
"Oh no! Is it Mom?!"
Hearing the familiar voice, Josuke was startled.
"I think now is not the time for this."
"Capturing that ruthless criminal is our priority."
The best way to unite people? Find a common enemy.
Outside the door, Angelo was strangling Tomoko with one hand and holding a short knife in the other, the sharp blade pressing against her neck.
Although Tomoko usually had a fiery temper, facing the significant size difference with Angelo, she couldn't escape his hold.
"Give me the bottle! Or this woman is as good as dead!"
Angelo, eyes bloodshot, was staring fiercely at the glass bottle in Yamcha's hand.
Angelo's fate was destined to be miserable. Under the effect of Crazy Diamond, he would be turned into a Picasso-style sculpture.
The battle didn't go as dramatically as in the original plot. Having lost his Stand, Angelo stood no chance against the two powerful Stand users and Yamcha's immense abilities.
This guy truly was the most disgusting, low-level criminal. After losing his Stand, he disguised himself as a milkman, hoping to use Tomoko as a hostage and even attempted to molest her in front of everyone.
Taking advantage of the situation, Yamcha swiftly used his uniform to subdue Angelo.
Angelo's shocking 'move' finally enraged Josuke. For Josuke, there were only two important people in his life: his mother, Tomoko, and his grandfather, Yoshihiro. Angelo had wronged both.
With an unforgiving "DURARARARARARA!" righteous punch, Angelo was slammed into the stone, meeting the same fate as before.
"Yamcha, aren't you an Interpol officer? Is it really okay for you to do this?"
"Doesn't this count as a failed capture?"
After venting his frustration, Josuke looked at the now-sculpted Angelo, apologizing.
After fighting side by side, the group had grown closer, and they all now knew Yamcha's name.
"No problem. Capturing criminals is the Neon police's job. What does that have to do with me, an Interpol officer?"
"My mission is just to ensure he cannot harm society anymore."
(End of Chapter)