JOJO hiding in the hunter world

The next day, at dawn, the road was completely blocked off, and the once deserted alleyway was swarming with police.

A burly man in a red windbreaker pushed through the crowd and strode past the police line, stopping beside the body.

The deceased was indeed the middle-aged man Jackmann had killed.

The man in the red windbreaker looked to be in his thirties, with a square face that wasn't particularly old.

He clearly didn't care much about his appearance; his hair was a mess, and he had a stubble of unshaved beard.

He rummaged in his coat pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one for himself.

"This is a crime scene; smoking is not allowed," a police officer said sternly, trying to dissuade him.

"Sorry, I just need a cigarette when I'm agitated," he said, stubbing out the cigarette and looking at the corpse before him.

The right hand and right foot had comminuted fractures, the left hand was dislocated, and four or five ribs were broken... no, it should be six, the facial bones were completely shattered, and there were multiple bone fissures.

The facial attack must have been the fatal blow; the other injuries were likely caused by the enemy's desecration of the body.

The man immediately deduced the situation at the scene.

"The lab report is out; the body five kilometers away is indeed Jackmann.

The material on his clothes matches the material covering Havill's face," an officer reported to the man, holding a report.

The man had just bent down when another officer reported, "At a gas station two kilometers away, several witnesses saw Jackmann chasing a child."

"Oh, is there video footage?"

The man watched the video while ordering an investigation into the child's identity.

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Another uneventful day; Jon leaned against the wall like a salted fish.

The teacher's class had become a place for Jon to relax; after all, he was a college student, so dealing with junior high school problems was more than enough.

Sure enough, the education in the Celestial Dynasty far surpassed that of other worlds.

Having experienced yesterday's battle, he suddenly felt that the present days were pretty good.

Yesterday's battle seemed dangerous, but in fact, Jon received very few attacks.

The attacks he did receive weren't strong enough to require Ripple to heal him; it was just a bit uncomfortable that his clothes were torn, and now he realized how good [Crazy Diamond] was.

Yesterday's battle yielded huge gains; the battle with the armored man saved Jon several months of hard training, allowing him to accumulate enough gold coins for a second Stand card draw.

Jon planned to burn incense, bathe, and abstain for three days before drawing a new Stand card.

Jon walked the last part of the road alone.

A young man in a red windbreaker leaned against a lamppost, looking like a salted fish with a cigarette in his mouth.

His hand slowly came out of his pocket.

His palm was facing Jon, covered with a large amount of Qi, and Jon's alarm bells rang instantly.

A fist-sized Nen bullet condensed in front of his palm.

Jon stared at the young man, his whole body tense, ready to run away at any moment.

The Nen bullet was fired, and Jon dodged to the side, avoiding the Nen bullet.

The Nen bullet suddenly turned and flew towards Jon again.

"[Stone Free]"

The blue Stand appeared in front of Jon, and the Nen bullet's power was surprisingly weak; it was blown away with a single punch.

The young man smiled wickedly, "I didn't expect Jackmann to be killed by a little brat like you."

Jon looked at the young man warily.

What was this, the little one was beaten, so the old one came?

Was he about to fall into the classic routine of a fantasy novel?

Was he going to get involved in a troublesome incident again?

How troublesome, how troublesome.

Jon wasn't afraid and prepared to flip over the next Stand card at any time.

The young man walked towards Jon with a smile on his face.

"Jon Belosevich, it really is you.

I didn't expect Jackmann to be killed by you."

Jon still didn't relax his vigilance.

The young man was smiling on the surface; who knew if it was an act?

In other novels, you could tell whether someone had murderous intent with one glance.

Jon was an ordinary college student in his previous life, he hadn't even killed a chicken.

Yesterday, Jackmann was also drowned, so how could he have so much experience to tell whether someone had murderous intent?

"Don't be nervous, I'm Robson Pont, a specialist sent by the Hunter Association."

Robson took out a card, which was a Hunter License.

"Yesterday, you killed the international criminal Jackmann.

Some inexperienced rookies tried to spread false information to hunt Jackmann, and they all died," Robson took out Jackmann's wanted poster.

Jon withdrew his Stand.

"Is that your Nen beast?"

"I guess."

Robson invited Jon to sit down at a coffee shop.

Jon learned that Jackmann often stole things using his abilities, and he was a treasure thief.

But unlike other thieves, he never sneaked in; he always faced his opponents head-on.

He had thwarted his capture many times.

Jon thought to himself that if he had this ability, he would definitely fly high.

Jackmann's downfall was still due to carelessness; he thought there was no danger in capturing two children, so he didn't use his Nen ability.

Robson was a criminal hunter who took over Jackmann's case.

But there were always some people who overestimated themselves and tried to make trouble, and that middle-aged man was just courting death by relying on his Nen ability.

"You don't need to worry about what happens next.

I won't tell the media that you killed Jackmann, and I'll delete any records about you."

"Your ability is very interesting.

You can see my Nen bullet without using Coalescence, which means you have a lot of talent.

I can tell that you haven't received professional training.

Can I see your strength?"

Jon was happy to do this because he had no idea how strong he was now.

Fighting Jackmann was too frustrating, and Jon longed to fight a proper Nen user.

Jon agreed to Robson's request.

The two walked side by side to an empty space with weeds all around.

There was only one alley for entry and exit.

This was originally a small courtyard of a farmer's house, but the family had moved to the city many years ago, which was convenient for Jon and Robson.

Jon adjusted his breathing, holding his hands in front of his chest to defend against Robson's attack.

Robson stood in front of Jon nonchalantly, looking defenseless.

Suddenly, Robson flew towards Jon without warning.

This was a small trick of Nen ability; the legs don't move, the Qi is condensed at the tips of the toes, and the toes are slightly raised first, and then the ground is quickly tapped.

It's not bad for sneak attacks, but this trick can only deceive newbies like Jon who have no combat experience.

The drooping hands rose quickly like a salute, aiming for Jon's chin.

Crap, he couldn't dodge.

Jon's [Stone Free] quickly blocked and protected against the attack.

Robson's left hand suddenly bent like a snake, bypassing [Stone Free]'s hands, and his palm struck Jon's chin directly.

Jon was suddenly pushed up by a huge force, and Jon didn't have time to transform his chin line because it happened so suddenly.

Jon flew four or five meters away, which was still the result of Robson holding back; if Robson hadn't turned his fingers into palms at the end, Jon might have been gg.