Chapter 135 You are all my wings!

That night.

The crescent moon hangs high.

Inside the tavern, there were scattered figures.

"Devil! Jon Joestar is simply a demon in human skin!"

"Who says it's not the case? In less than five minutes, ten lives were lost. Tsk tsk."

“Correction, it’s eleven lives, don’t forget ‘Bloody Hand’ Kurt Wiggins.”

"'Bloody hands'? Trash!"

"So... you are very brave?"

"You're kidding, I'm super brave, okay?"

The cowboys chatted in twos and threes, taking a few sips of low-quality ale from time to time.

At this moment, the wooden door of the tavern was suddenly kicked open!

The atmosphere suddenly dropped.

‘Whoa, whoa, whoosh’

The hanging chain swayed lightly, making a crisp sound unique to metal collision.

Jon stepped in.

Looking around the tavern, he smiled and said, "Good evening, gentlemen."

It was quite good.

When I see you, I feel bad instantly.

No one spoke.

The cowboys lowered their heads unconsciously, like silent mushrooms.

Jon didn't care and waved to himself, "Come in Jonny, we're lucky, there's still a seat here."

Johnny, who had finished speaking and had a somewhat stiff expression, pushed the wheelchair in.

He buried his head very low, and there was a hint of inferiority in his eyes.

But then, he calmly took a deep breath and tried his best to straighten his slightly thin chest, as if he had put on an invisible armor for himself.

Jon pretended not to see him and walked slowly towards the bar, as if taking a walk.

Johnny quickly followed.

Seeing the two of them, the bartender forced out an extremely ugly smile and said, "Mr. Joestar, what would you and your friends want to drink?"

‘Mr. Joestar’ naturally refers to the notorious (infamous) Jon.

Jon didn't answer, but casually patted Jonny on the shoulder and said, "Not a friend, this guy is my cousin."

The bartender was stunned for a moment.

Then, he also smiled at Johnny in the wheelchair and said, "It turns out he is Mr. Joestar's cousin. I'm sorry."

Johnny twitched his lips.

To be honest, if he didn't want to understand the mystery of 'Ripple', he wouldn't want to be associated with a lunatic like 'Jon Joestar' who frequently duels with ten people at the same time.

but......

Meeting the bartender's eyes, Johnny nodded slightly.

This feeling of being respected has been long gone.

"Give me and my cousin two glasses of the best wine you have here. Anything is fine, but it must be the best." Jon slapped a bill on the bar carelessly, "If you dare to fool me, there will be consequences.

.”

Hearing this, the bartender was frightened and quickly assured: "That can't be done."

As he spoke, he turned around, took out a very old-looking bottle from under the bar, and wiped two glasses neatly.

Pour wine and add ice.

The bartender handed the glass of wine respectfully, "Twenty-year-old whiskey, the treasure of our store, please taste it."

Jon picked up a glass and handed another to Johnny, "Johnny, to celebrate the reunion of you and me as brothers, do it!"

Johnny:???

elder brother.

Twenty year old whiskey.

The spirit of spirits.

Just do what you say, why bother?

Johnny was extremely embarrassed.

Fortunately, someone helped him out.

"It's really lively." Jero, who appeared out of nowhere, approached the two of them without noticing, "Why don't you let me join in the fun."

Jon was secretly happy, but he pretended to be displeased and said, "Who are you? When my cousin and I are drinking, we don't want irrelevant people to be present."

Hearing this, Jero not only didn't leave, but sat down next to Jon, "Don't be so outspoken, brother, I'm here to make friends with you."

He showed his mouth full of gold teeth and said, "Can you give me some face?"

For a moment, all eyes were focused on the bar.

Jon didn't speak and stared at Jero silently.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Just when all the cowboys thought that the ‘demon in human skin’ would kill

Suddenly, Jon smiled.

"Okay, I like making friends the most."

What?

There was no fight?!

While the cowboys felt relaxed, they also felt a little disappointed.

Jero doesn't have that many tricks up his sleeve.

Hearing that Jon was willing to make friends with him, he was so happy, "Bartender, bring the wine, bring the wine, I want to have a drink with my friend!"

On the side, Johnny rolled his eyes and said, "If you don't mind, my cup..."

Jero didn't think much about it, "Thank You~"

He took it and took the initiative to clink glasses with Jon.

Tons tons tons.

Drink it all in one gulp!

Look at Jon again.

Good guy.

This is even more exaggerated.

drink?

nonexistent.

Just swallow it and that's it.

As the saying goes, ‘the feeling is deep and boring’.

With Jon's superhuman physique, a little strong drink is nothing. If conditions didn't allow it, he could have chewed the glass cup as if it were an apple.

The two compete against each other in a tough match.

Johnny's eyelids jumped at the sight.

Just drink wine like drinking water!

Okay, I'd better continue to be a little transparent.

"Oh, what a pleasure!" Jero played with the empty cup, "You guys seem to be really angry with me."

Jon responded silently and placed his gaze on Jero's right hand.

In his sight, the empty glass was rotating at a uniform speed.

Drinking is fake, showing off skills is real.

Jon smiled slightly.
To be continued...