JOJO hiding in the hunter world

"Don't move, it's one of us, one of us," Jon said with a smile.

But with Jotaro's iceberg face, it felt strange no matter what, like the collapsing silly grin in the desert where the Stand user Sun was discovered.

Jon wasn't idle at this time either, immediately retrieving the Sex Pistols hidden in his hair back into his body.

"Hey, don't forget our agreement!" NO.3 shouted in Jon's ear.

The voice was very soft, like whispering. They weren't idiots; their IQs were very high among Stands, and they knew how to assess the situation. They wouldn't provoke enemies for their master at this time.

The next battle should rarely require Sex Pistols, so Jon recalled them all.

None of these people had guns, so there shouldn't be a need for Sex Pistols next.

Actually, there was another reason. Sex Pistols' skin was too brittle. If one of them got caught and squeezed to death, Jon would definitely be seriously injured, and for those experts, catching these little things was nothing.

Jon quietly replaced Sex Pistols with Crazy Diamond. Although Sex Pistols was very strong in defending against firearms, Crazy Diamond was more comprehensive in defense.

Crazy Diamond could fix each of the opponent's attacks to a certain value, but it couldn't completely negate the attack.

Currently, Jon's system's five Stand slots were: [King Crimson], [Crazy Diamond], [Magician's Red], [Man in the Mirror], and [Khnum], maintaining the outer disguise.

"You should leave. We don't need you here!"

The muscular old man adjusted his glasses, then took them off and threw them aside, smiling, his muscles still bulging, and the veins on his face bulged like cracks covering his entire face.

At first, there was still a refined aura on his face, but now it was gone, and the smile on his face disappeared.

Like a heavenly lion descending from the clouds, with the might of ten thousand men. Like a demon subduer from heaven, like a human Taishang God.

With fierce power, ordinary people would probably be so frightened that they couldn't move and would wet their pants on the spot.

Fortunately, Jon had seen the world and wouldn't be paralyzed by the momentum. Jon also roughly understood why Nobunaga was so scared by Shaiapouf that his hair fell out.

This was the pressure of a higher predator on a lower food source. Even if Jon's Nen was still there, it was only at the bean sprout level in front of this kind of Nen.

How terrifying. If it weren't for maintaining the fixed breathing rhythm of Ripple breathing, Jon would have wanted to take a breath of cold air and contribute to global warming.

"Hey, don't pretend you don't know me! Didn't the chairman tell you? I'm the spy!"

The muscular old man put his hands together, as if praying.

"Sorry, I have something I want to talk to these two about. Could you step aside?"

Jon had no choice but to retreat.

Since I'm not needed here, that's for the best. This is still the most dangerous place. Next, I just need to help the prison guards suppress the ordinary prisoners.

This task was easy. Those prisoners were at most slightly stronger ordinary people. Although I couldn't be considered a world-class combatant, I could still manage a second-rate level.

If I, who possessed a Stand but lacked combat experience and combat wisdom, was a second-rate fighter, then those prisoners who wanted to escape were worthless chickens.

The risk factor was greatly reduced, and Jon almost laughed out loud.

Seeing Jon slowly retreating, everyone's attention turned back. The muscular old man signaled with his eyes, and a middle-aged man immediately understood.

The middle-aged man immediately withdrew from the tense battle group, monitoring Jon's departure while guarding the surroundings to prevent surrender.

"Yo ho ho, it looks like no one will disturb us next. I hope you don't die too quickly!"

The floor shattered, and a wave of air erupted around the old man.

In fact, this muscular old man was the captain of the prison guards in this prison, and also the strongest person on the entire island.

The prison warden was half a clerk, and the captain of the prison guards was the strongest combat force. He didn't even take action in the last Phantom Troupe escape.

He only guarded his own territory. His only task was to prevent anyone from releasing the demons in this underground prison.

He had been guarding for nearly sixty years.

In fact, the high-level prison guards all knew about Jon's situation, including this muscular old man.

But they didn't trust Jon. That's right, they didn't trust him.

More than a month ago, the chairman had explained the situation to the warden, and the warden had brought all the news to this old man, so he didn't trust Jon.

In fact, Jon didn't understand why the chairman had sent him here.

The chairman had long seen through that his Stand was not a Nen beast. Jon's set of arguments and disguises might fool others, but it wasn't enough to deceive Netero, this old fox.

Netero had practiced Nen for decades. Didn't he know whether Jon was using Nen or not?

He confirmed that the figure floating beside that Jotaro was definitely not the kind of Nen beast that everyone thought it was, and it wasn't even a product of Nen ability.

This was something different from Nen ability, and it felt very similar to something he had destroyed before.

Stands and grudges were both manifestations of spiritual energy, but Netero immediately discovered that this was not a grudge. The energy of grudges was filled with strong emotional colors, and most of them were negative emotions.

So he thought of a place, that's right, it was this prison. During the Phantom Troupe escape some time ago, someone used their ability in Greenland Prison, where it was absolutely impossible to use Nen.

Combined with the monster from the old era locked up there, the chairman naturally thought that there might be a user of grudges participating in this operation.

Could someone be plotting to release that devil?

Jon's Stand was very similar to a grudge, so Netero arranged for him to go to the prison to infiltrate the enemy.

This was Netero's idea, but the muscular old man didn't agree. He didn't like such a big variable, and he didn't trust Jon's character.

The muscular old man's eyes seemed to be shining with golden light, his hands clasped together, glaring at the man and woman in front of him.

"Fierce Vajra!"

Behind the muscular old man rose a golden Vajra statue about five meters tall.

His eyes were wide open as if they were about to pop out, with a blue face and fangs, muscles like coiled dragons, covered in gilded dragon patterns, and a demon subduing map engraved on his back.

He was wrapped in white cloth strips, with golden scriptures printed on them, floating upwards.

Wearing a Dharma hat, his left hand held a golden Zen staff as tall as himself, and his right hand pressed a skull.

It could be seen from a long distance.