JOJO hiding in the hunter world

The person on the plane was undoubtedly Ging Freecss.

The man who supported the protagonist through more than one hundred and forty episodes.

Ging Freecss is the father of the protagonist, Gon, and also the goal that Gon has been pursuing.

Ging himself is also one of the world's top Nen users, one of the Five Great Nen Users.

A relic hunter, the Boar of the Zodiac.

Why would he be here?

Could it be that this relic has attracted his attention? That's the only explanation.

It seems he underestimated this relic; even a big shot of this level has been lured out.

But it's no wonder, after all, the value of this relic has attracted even the Phantom Troupe, who have very high standards.

Ging on the plane glanced at Jon with curiosity and surprise, then immediately shifted his gaze because Chrollo had also left the ring of fire.

So, the sense of crisis just now came from Ging? Jon relaxed immediately.

Chrollo is strong, but Ging is stronger; Jon doesn't think he can beat Ging.

After breaking away from the ring of fire, Chrollo immediately adjusted his posture and looked towards Ging.

However, he was clearly surprised to see Ging.

The noise of the helicopter was too loud to be concealed; such a large helicopter was simply a sitting duck.

Of course, Ging wasn't afraid of Chrollo's attack, but the pilot on the helicopter couldn't withstand it.

Ging didn't dare to stay any longer and immediately jumped off the plane, telling the pilot to leave immediately.

Of course, Chrollo wouldn't just watch Ging fall like that; in the air, without a place to borrow strength, Ging, falling from a high altitude, could be said to have his defenses wide open, with only 10% of his strength remaining.

In an instant, several blade-like Nen bullets flew from Chrollo's hand, targeting Ging in the air.

However, Ging was also prepared for this; he had countermeasures, but he dissipated the Nen energy he had just gathered in his hand.

Because Jon had already made a move, Magician's Red burst out of his body.

Jon's face darkened; Magician's Red did look like a turkey, but what time was it?

They were still fighting; be serious, damn it.

And what 'turkey man'? That sounds terrible.

But speaking of which, Magician's Red is indeed a turkey man—a bird-headed humanoid figure, surrounded by flames, living up to the name 'turkey man'.

Jon flattened his left hand and placed his right fist on top of it.

Magician's Red also fully swung his arm.

The ring of fire in front of Jon rose several feet in an instant, forming a wall of fire to block Chrollo's Nen bullets.

After releasing the Nen bullets, Chrollo immediately rushed towards Jon.

Just now, because of the obstruction of the flames, Jon didn't notice Chrollo immediately.

However, Jon barely managed to summon Crimson King to meet the attack.

A Nen bullet immediately attacked from behind Jon, grazed Jon's face, and flew directly towards Chrollo's face.

Chrollo had no choice but to change his posture, abandoning his attack on Jon and crossing his hands to block his face.

With a bang, Chrollo was blown away by the impact of the Nen bullet explosion.

Jon was also affected by the explosion, but the impact was small and not as severe as Chrollo's.

Chrollo looked at Ging, who had successfully landed behind Jon, with a gloomy expression.

He never wanted to fight Ging; no matter how strong Ging's ability was, he had no intention of stealing it.

He couldn't win; even if the entire Troupe went up together, Ging could take down two or three of them.

Now, with only Chrollo alone, and having consumed a lot of Nen to resist Magician's Red's flames, he really didn't have much confidence against a Ging in full condition.

His actions just now were to distract Ging and then take down Jon by surprise, using Jon's life as a bargaining chip to threaten Ging and then escape.

He didn't expect Ging to act so quickly.

Although Chrollo was in a difficult situation now, he wasn't flustered.

Although Ging was stronger than him, he wasn't that easy to kill.

As long as Chrollo was determined to run, Ging would likely be unable to stop him, and Chrollo's teammates, the other members of the Troupe, hadn't gone far.

Suddenly, an explosion came from the distant forest.

Although Chrollo's expression didn't change, the light in his eyes faltered.

That was the direction he had just told the Troupe members to escape.

It seemed that things had exceeded his expectations.

However, Chrollo quickly calmed down; he still had confidence in the Troupe's strength.

Even if the Troupe had so many burdens, each member of the Troupe was a force to be reckoned with.

"It seems like a fight has broken out! You should know the strength of our Troupe, right? Your little companions are enough for our Troupe to kill several times over."

"Why don't we each take a step back? You don't help this kid and hand him over to me, and I won't stop you from saving your companions.

If you disagree, I'll pester you and let your companions die because they can't get your help."

"So, make a choice: help this stranger you've only met once, or your good friends who came with you?"

"You are strong; I can't beat you.

But can you kill me in such a short time?"

Chrollo looked expressionless and spoke in a calm tone, but every word hit the nail on the head.

Ging touched his messy hair under his blue striped hat, his face showing uncontrollable distress.

Ging also put away his usual carefree appearance and looked at Chrollo with a serious expression.

Jon retreated a few steps imperceptibly.

"Indeed, I can't kill you in a short time."

"However, you seem to have misunderstood one thing…" Ging's expression slowly changed, turning into a mischievous, amused look.

Chrollo felt a chill in his heart.

Ging said teasingly, "That's really sorry! I couldn't help but cooperate with your performance just now."

Ging put his hands in his pockets, "You've misunderstood one thing; my teammates have never been weaklings.

He went alone to stop your Troupe members."

"If you can really kill him, then try it; although I don't think you'll succeed."

"That's Botobai Gigante!"

Chrollo clearly knew Botobai's power, and his expression changed.

Botobai is far less troublesome than Ging Freecss, but Botobai's strength is no weaker than Ging's, only slightly inferior in Nen control and intelligence.

If the entire Troupe was intact, then at the cost of a little sacrifice, killing one or two people could completely take down Botobai.

But the current Troupe is not what it used to be; Uvogin is near death, and Feitan and Phinks are seriously injured.

The close-range combatants in the Troupe are basically useless, Bonolenov is countered by Botobai, and Nobunaga has difficulty dealing effective damage to Botobai.

Chrollo wanted to retreat slowly, but found that his feet seemed to be stuck to the ground and couldn't move.

This familiar ability—that's right, Nobunaga had just described it; it was one of Jon's many abilities.

Seeing that the flames couldn't trap Chrollo, he immediately switched Magician's Red back to Craftsman.

However, Jon's Craftsman couldn't be too far from Chrollo, otherwise, it wouldn't be able to hold him in place.

Chrollo's Skill Hunter stopped flipping, and Chrollo's left hand emitted a strange light.

Jon's Epitaph predicted that the next attack would be ineffective, so he simply stopped using Time Erase to dodge the attack and directly used 'Hardening' to brute force it.