The opponent's taunting completely enraged Jon, and he no longer cared about hiding his strength.

Now, Jon had only one thought: to torment that bastard, to send him to hell with boundless pain and regret in the most painful and humiliating way possible.

He didn't waste any more time on impotent roars; it was pointless.

Time Erase was activated again, and Jon quickly doubled back. That scum who controlled ordinary people as human bombs must have been among the group from before.

Was he hiding among those who were threatened, or did he plant puppet worms on himself to mislead Jon's vision?

But Jon was certain that the bastard was among them. Even for a control-type ability user, it would be difficult to achieve such high-precision control.

Especially like Millyman and the young man who had just blown himself up, being able to control their speech meant that the controller couldn't be too far away.

Moreover, the guards at the beginning were clearly not parasitized by the worms, so the controller must have been hiding among the victims.

He must have secretly put the worms on the guards when their backs were turned.

And controlling so many people must have been exhausting. Now that these puppet worms also had explosive abilities, and their power was considerable, creating these worms must have taken a lot of Nen energy.

The controller's condition must not be good either, which explained why he didn't dare to detonate the puppet worms earlier.

Jon's thoughts suddenly became clear. He didn't detonate the puppet worms not because he wanted to stall Jon; even if he wanted to stall Jon, he could have detonated the last worm.

He didn't detonate the worms because he would have been affected himself; he didn't dare to do that.

But after Time Erase ended, Jon still didn't make it in time. Those who had just had the puppet worms removed by Jon had all stood up.

Jon spat and his fists cracked.

"Looks like you're still not giving up! You have no chance. That level of explosion is useless to me."

"Next, I won't stop you from detonating. No matter how many innocent people are injured, I won't intervene."

"Is this the so-called justice of your Passion Organization? How laughable."

"Indeed, I admit that I cannot give them justice. The idea that justice may be late but will never be absent is just something to fool children."

"Justice delayed is not justice. I don't have the ability to save them, but I can avenge them, returning all the injustice and harm they suffered to you. This is the last bit of fairness I can provide."

"But do you dare to detonate those worms! Can you withstand an explosion of that power!"

Not only that, Jon's attacks were quite relaxed and casual. While dodging attacks and counterattacking, he didn't forget to observe the others.

Jon was looking, looking for someone with an expression. The others were expressionless because they were controlled, but his words just now should have caused panic and fear in the opponent.

"I've already thought of a way to break the situation. As long as I run with these puppets, you won't know which one I am! Also, I can split up, so I can detonate my puppet worms!"

"You can try. If you split up, I'll try them one by one until I find the one who doesn't dare to self-destruct!"

"As for escaping through the door together, what are you joking about? If you don't believe me, try it. I will definitely stop you before you reach the door."

Dead silence. He seemed to have lost his ability to speak. The only pity was that Jon still couldn't determine who it was.

Suddenly, three people in the last row of the group ran towards the door behind them. Unlike the previous door, which led to the city, this door led to the train waiting area.

In other words, there was no one behind this door unless a train was approaching, but it would be at least six or seven minutes before a train stopped here.

He was clever because three people ran at once, so Jon still had no way to determine the opponent's identity.

All three had bumps from the puppet worms on the back of their heads, but definitely one was fake, or all three were fake.

The train waiting hall should be empty now. Jon couldn't understand what he was doing. Was it the last struggle before death? Jon didn't know.

But Jon didn't let his guard down. People who underestimate their opponents often end up in the underworld. He couldn't afford to capsize in this ditch.

Except for those three, all the controlled puppets in front rushed towards Jon, trying to surround him. They desperately wanted to slow Jon down.

Anyone who wasn't an idiot could see their intention. But to chase those three, he had to get rid of the puppets in front.

Now these puppets were expendable items that could explode. This was a conspiracy, forcing Jon into a trap.

"I told you, you can't escape."

Jon suddenly disappeared before their eyes, just like Millyman's disappearance, without any warning.

Two seconds later, a figure appeared out of thin air. It was Jon.

"Where do you think you're going? Didn't I say that escaping is useless? This road is one-way. Kill me and leave over my corpse, or be killed by me."

"Trash, not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can get on the train. It's already full here. There's no room for you, but I've reserved a ticket to hell for you."

Jon traveled to the Mirror World through the Mirror Man. Because there was no one to stop him in the Mirror World, Jon easily arrived at the door before them with his Stand's leg strength.

The melodious roar of the train came from afar. It was the sound of the train. The maglev train technology in this world was underdeveloped, and the train noise was relatively loud.

You could hear the train entering the station from a distance.

Why? Wasn't it supposed to be several minutes before it arrived? Why was the train here now? But this also explained why that bastard wanted to run to the train waiting hall.

The people on the train also got off directly next to the waiting hall. As long as he mingled with the disembarking people, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack for Jon to find the murderer in such a large crowd.

"You probably don't know! The trains here usually arrive a few minutes early, and I've been waiting for this moment!"

A scruffy-looking young man jumped up, and the other two fell to the ground below him.

Nen energy spewed out from the scruffy young man's body, forming a layer of shield on the outside, firmly protecting his body.

The two people under him exploded.

"Masaka, Shimatta."

Before Jon could react, the scruffy man crashed through the glass above the door from Jon's head and entered the waiting hall.

The sound of the train was getting closer and closer. Jon had to kill him before the train stopped to prevent more innocent people from being sacrificed.

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