JOJO hiding in the hunter world

Xellin's commission wasn't open-ended. If no one came to kill Xellin within a week, everyone could take the money and leave.

Xellin had invited these bodyguards for a week. If the assassin came after that week, it would be extremely easy to deal with. This indicated that Xellin was certain the assassin would strike within this timeframe.

Jon was also curious how Xellin was so sure the Masked Bandit would attack soon. Jon suspected it was deduced from the Masked Bandit's pattern of attacks.

Unexpectedly, facing Jon's question, Xellin directly told Jon, "It's not a deduction; it's a prophetic letter."

"A prophetic letter?"

"You're an outsider, so you don't know. Some people in our underworld families have the superpower to predict the future, but it cost me a bit of a price." Xellin explained cheerfully. Surprisingly, the black-hearted boss Xellin didn't seem like a bad person, which might be because he needed Jon and the others to protect his life.

The others showed great interest. Of course, that was it. To them, it was just a Nen user with prophetic abilities. Jon's own Epitaph could also predict, but the time frame was a bit short.

Hearing Xellin's answer reminded Jon of someone in the original work who possessed prophetic abilities: Neon Nostrade, the mafia heiress with a penchant for collecting human organs who later became Kurapika's employer.

Her ability was "Lovely Ghost Writer," which was later stolen by Chrollo Lucilfer. This ability could predict the events of the next month for a person, given their name, date of birth, and blood type. However, it was predicted in the form of a four-line divination poem, but she herself wouldn't look at the divination poem, believing that this was the only way to predict accurately.

Jon glanced at Silva without a trace. Speaking of which, Killua was already training at the Heavens Arena, which meant that the low-end Seven Dragon Balls Alluka wishing spirit had already been locked up by him.

This could be said to be what Jon feared the most. As long as he hid in the Mirror World, theoretically, no one could kill him, but Alluka's attack was curse-based, so hiding anywhere was useless.

This was also the reason why Jon didn't dare to antagonize the Zoldyck family.

It was 8:20 PM. Today was a new moon, and shining stars filled the night sky, a rare sight in this city. Also, because of industrial pollution, such scenes were rare.

However, patches of dark clouds were moving in the sky, gradually obscuring the stars and the moon. It was a dark and windy night, perfect for murder.

The streets were bustling with people and traffic, showing no signs of the destruction caused by Malek a few days ago. Sigmon carried a briefcase and walked alone on the road that had not yet been repaired. This road had less traffic because it had just been worked on.

With some distance to go, Sigmon took a bite of the grilled kidney and pork intestines he had just packed from the barbecue shop. He walked and ate, and after finishing, he casually threw the packaging bag into the trash can and continued walking.

"Hey, stop right there!" Sigmon's mind tightened, and he mechanically turned his head.

An old woman picked up the packaging bag that Sigmon had just discarded. "Don't you know that Yorknew City is a key city for promoting garbage sorting? Pay a fine of 200 Jenny!"

Sigmon's expression was indifferent, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He thought someone had discovered his whereabouts.

Sigmon used the powerful physical qualities of a Nen user to run away. Without any hesitation, Sigmon had no money on him.

Who brings cash when assassinating? The cash in his pocket had already been used to buy food. He still had to go to the hotel to get the money, which would miss the opportunity.

So, Sigmon ran away without hesitation.

"Damn it, you have the guts to litter, but you don't have the guts to pay the fine! What kind of black-clad hero are you pretending to be! Damn!" The old woman chased for a distance before Sigmon escaped.

Helpless, the old woman returned to the trash can. She squatted in a small corner in the shadows five or six meters away from the trash can, waiting for the next person to litter, as fishing enforcement was the only way to achieve performance.

Sigmon was even more lonely. He took out a deodorant spray from his pocket and sprayed it on his face.

But the smell of intestines still lingered. Damn it, the shop that sold grilled intestines didn't wash the intestines clean. He didn't notice it just now because it was too spicy, but now his mouth was full of the taste.

Here it comes. Sigmon arrived at the building where Xellin's company was located. The company's employees had already gone home. The rare black-hearted boss Xellin didn't keep a single person overtime today, leaving everyone puzzled.

Little did they know that Xellin had already calculated that the compensation for employees who died due to the aftermath of the battle was much higher than the overtime pay. Xellin had a clear understanding of this account.

Wearing a mask, Sigmon stood in front of the company building. All the lights on all floors were turned on. This was a ruse to prevent Sigmon from determining which floor Xellin was on. Of course, another reason was to ensure the operation of the surveillance cameras.

The door had been locked, but Sigmon was the proud Masked Bandit, a powerful Nen user. How could a small glass door trap him?

Sigmon put his hand on the glass window next to him, and Nen suddenly burst out. The glass window instantly shattered with a crackling sound.

Sigmon entered the company through the window. There was no one inside. All the computers had been turned off, and there was no one in the security room.

Jon and the others had already set off. They had already discovered Sigmon through the surveillance cameras when he approached the company.

Sigmon walked to the elevator and found that the elevator was coming down from upstairs. Someone upstairs had pressed the elevator button. Sigmon stood in front of the elevator door, waiting.

Waiting for the elevator door to open and eliminate the opponent inside the elevator.

Fourth floor, third floor, second floor, first floor.

Sigmon's mind was tense. Sigmon gathered Nen on his mask, and the mask on his face had changed, with intricate and gorgeous patterns appearing, turning into a black and white demon mask.

"Hell Messenger," Sigmon muttered in his heart.

The elevator door opened.