JOJO hiding in the hunter world

“Ah — — — !” Yellow-haired Thug Number One grabbed a chair next to him.

This was unacceptable. Replacing chairs was a huge hassle. He couldn't let him break it. Jon grabbed the chair and punched the yellow-haired thug in the face.

“Ora ora ora ora ora!”

“Don’t hit my face!”

“Big brother, I was wrong. I won’t dare to do it again. Please, let me go. I’ll die if you keep hitting me.”

The sound of fists hitting flesh gradually subsided after a long while.

The three men knelt in a row before Jon, their faces swollen like pig heads, obediently kneeling before him.

He hadn't expected this seemingly young and thin young man to be a freak like a beast. His punches probably had the power of a professional boxer. The three of them were directly knocked down with a few punches, and then Jon started kicking them, and he was hitting them hard.

This was the result of Jon holding back and not using his full strength. If he had gone all out, the three of them wouldn't have lasted a second.

Jon didn't know where the three of them got the confidence to swagger around here collecting protection fees with three small knives. Jon thought they had guns.

In fact, the gang's power here was very large, and there was only one gang without competition. Basically, no one dared to resist them, so these low-level errand boys were not equipped with powerful weapons. They were also very desperate to encounter a troublemaker like Jon who didn't care about the forces behind them.

Jon was too embarrassed to even call out his Stand to deal with these weaklings. He didn't even bother using Ripple, just bare-handed human Ora. Because he had trained in Nen and Ripple, Jon's physical fitness was very high, already close to a professional middleweight boxer. And Jon was only thirteen years old.

Looking at the three people kneeling on the ground, Jon actually knew how to control his strength. If he felt he had caused an injury, he would use a healing Senjutsu Ripple, and then continue to beat them.

The poor trio suffered a lot of unwarranted disasters in these two minutes. Originally, they should have lost consciousness in a few seconds, but Jon's Senjutsu Ripple kept them alive, and Jon used them as infinite sandbags to take the most vicious beatings.

“Little big brother, please, let us go. Collecting protection fees here is not a rule we set, it's the Philip Family's business. We're just small fries.”

“Yes, yes, please let us go!” A yellow-haired thug also changed his arrogant attitude before the beating and immediately echoed excitedly.

They were very desperate. Just now, they clearly felt that their bones were broken, but their bodies were not damaged in any way (except for their faces), but the pain like a bone fracture was still assaulting their nerves.

The scariest thing was that they hadn't fainted from the severe pain. They themselves were very surprised at how clear their minds were. But this wasn't the time. They just wanted to pass out and get hit less.

There was no way they could hide it, so they pretended to faint, but how could this be hidden from Jon's eyes? For Jon, he just needed to hit them a few more times. Sure enough, after Jon kicked them a few times, they couldn't help but cry out.

Now they didn't dare to look at Jon's face, in case Jon was unhappy and gave them another beating.

The three grown men cried shamelessly. What kind of suffering was this? There really were experts these days who weren't afraid of the Philip Family and beat them little guys.

The black shop owner, who seemed to have no fighting power, was actually a martial arts master, the kind who could take on ten at once.

The green-haired man was originally called Awei. Last year, he and a few friends went to participate in the Hunter Exam and achieved good results, although he was eliminated midway. But this was a very good resume, and he could rely on it to get a good job in the future. But on the way back, he and Brother Jie robbed a kid, and all the money on him was robbed. It was that incident that made him realize the gap between himself and those who could become Hunters.

Determined, he gave up the plan to take the Hunter exam again. He deeply felt his limits. Of course, he disdained being a thankless bodyguard (bodyguards need professional certificates), so he joined a gang based on his resume and became a boss.

Now he was particularly sad. He had just taken in two younger brothers not long ago and suffered this disaster. According to this situation, these two younger brothers might give up the yakuza path.

Why did he encounter this level of genius again? How did they train? Were they humanoid monsters or did they start training from the womb? They simply didn't give us ordinary people a way to live.

“Be careful if you dare to make trouble in my store!”

These punks didn't have the financial resources to pay for this meal. Jon didn't want to fight the gang head-on. After all, they were the local snakes here. It's easier to deal with the King of Hell than the little devils. Fighting the gang here would inevitably cause trouble and affect Jon's business.

Moreover, they hadn't eaten because of Jon's provocation, so Jon didn't suffer a loss.

“Get out!”

Moreover, Jon saw that these people were not old, they were all young people. The green-haired man might be a little older, but he wouldn't be over thirty-five, and he still had a lot of youth.

They still had a chance to quit, because Jon knew that the next few years would not be good for the gang. Either they would be massacred by the Troupe in Yorknew City, or after the Ten Dons died, the gang would be in chaos and die in street fights.

It was still time to quit now. When the tide of the times came, it would not be something that one's own consciousness could dominate.

They opened the door quickly, startling Miriman, who was eavesdropping by the door, but they didn't care and fled immediately.

Miriman smiled awkwardly, “Ah, boss, are you injured? Do you need a band-aid?” Miriman quickly took out a band-aid from her pocket and waved it at Jon.

“Do I look like I'm injured?” Jon rolled his eyes. Of course, he knew Miriman's little thoughts, but he didn't expose them.

Looking at Jon, whose clothes weren't even wrinkled, and injuries were even more nonsense, Miriman's eyes were not surprised at this time, but deeply longed for it. As expected, a superpowered person is a superpowered person. Those three gangsters still can't beat him.

She was skeptical about what Jon had said before, like one person being an enemy to a country. How could she believe it?

But today she did know that a thin person like Boss Dio could defeat several ordinary people stronger than himself with superpowers.

Jon ignored Miriman and turned to walk out the door.

“I have something to go out for. You can have these meals.”

“Ah? What's the matter?”

Jon didn't look back and pushed the door open, “There are some things I want to confirm myself. I'll be back soon.”

Miriman hesitated for a moment, “Gangs have guns. Two fists can't beat four hands. Be careful and be sure to come back alive.”

Did this bastard think I was going to cause trouble at the gang's headquarters? But Jon didn't bother to refute and let her imagine.

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