JOJO in the world of hunters

"Mr. Pariston, the president is out."

The noodle man looked helplessly at Pariston's dancing explanation.

Pariston still had a professional fake smile on his face, "This is really troublesome. I have something to discuss with the president! Can you tell me where the president is? Mr. Bean Man."

Mian Dou Man looked embarrassed. The president had just ordered that this matter should not be spread out, especially to Pariston and Jin. Mian Dou Man did not dare to disclose the president's movements.

"I don't know where the president has gone. He didn't tell me. You know this. The president doesn't want us to know, so I don't dare to ask."

There was a problem. Pariston's face darkened, and his face became a little darker. However, the Bean Man didn't notice it. He just felt that Pariston was a bit scary.

That's not the case. The Bean Man is definitely hiding something from me. The Bean Man is lying.

Pariston still maintained his signature smile, and the terrifying aura disappeared in a flash, returning to his usual gentle and approachable appearance.

"Would you like me to send someone to look for you? It's really irresponsible. President, why bother you with everything? It's really shameful.

I'll send someone to look for it right now."

"Hey, Mr. Pariston, it's better not to use it." Douman quickly shook his head to stop.

"This is not the first time. President, he has always run out like this before without replying. There should be nothing wrong. He will come back after a while after having enough fun." Miandouren looked at him guiltily.

He looked at Pariston and scratched his hairless head.

He lied. The president definitely didn't just go out to play. Although the president went out to play many times in secret, he would not get rid of the people he sent to follow him.

The president is like this, he will not avoid all the traps you set, he is used to living an invincible life, and he loves the challenges of innovating and bringing forth new things.

He never cared about Pariston's little moves. He was happy to watch Pariston and others fight for power and intrigue. So he turned a blind eye to the association.

But today the president got rid of all the people he sent there. Such an uncharacteristic move was something he would never have done.

What was the president trying to do without telling him? He only knew that the president boarded the private airship and had no idea what happened next.

"Oh, now that you're bothering Mr. Bean Man, do you want me to help share the official duties?" Pariston glanced at the grinder that had not been turned off.

"Thank you for your trouble." Watching Pariston take away some documents from the table with a smile, Doudou breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, he was fooled, and he almost couldn't hold on anymore. He hoped that the president could solve it quickly.

As soon as Pariston walked out of the president's office with the documents in his arms, the smile on his face disappeared, and he looked like a robot without any expression. If he were not still walking around, it would be an exaggeration to call him a wax figure.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Pariston returned to his usual gentle and warm smile and greeted everyone politely.

It has to be said that although Pariston is not very popular among the twelve tribes and is rated as the second most hated person, his reputation in the Hunter Association is still very high.

Many people were deceived by his genial and harmless appearance, allowing Pariston to form the largest association within the association.

He knew that since the president didn't want him to know about this, there must be a reason for it, but nothing major happened recently.

At least these so-called major events were not enough for the president of the Hunter Association to conceal the vice president's personal visit.

Pariston put the documents on the table, touched his chin and thought for a while.

I picked up the landline next to me and made a call.

"Go and check where the president's airship is parked, but don't follow the president. It might end up there this time. I don't want you to be caught."

"I understand, Lord Pariston."

Pariston smiled and waited, and after a while someone finally pushed the door open and came in.

"Mr. Parker, please tell me how your affairs are going."

The man in a suit with a slight beard placed a stack of information on Pariston's desk.

"The president didn't want to ask for information before, right? No, as you know, the president never cares much about these things."

Pariston waved his hand and interrupted him, "It must have been the Doodle Man who provided him with some information. I wonder if there are any traces left on the Internet."

"I know, I'm going to check." The man in the suit resigned.

"This is the third time. The third time is beyond my sight. What on earth do you want to do, Mr. President?" Pariston drank the red wine that had sobered up in the cup.

Porter Bai, who was far away in another city, was really at a loss. He and Poirot searched for a long time but could not find any trace of Jon.

I checked all the surveillance cameras and found no trace of Jon.

"Now I can only explain one thing. Jon or someone from the Enthusiastic Organization must know some counter-reconnaissance techniques and special disguise methods. Finding him in such a big city is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

"Let's just watch him escape. What if the president comes and they run away?"

Poirot also scratched his head to express his irritability. I don’t know. I am not an enthusiastic organizer. How do I know where they have gone?

"The only solution for now is to wait."

"One more bowl of rice, boss, and I'll starve to death." A thin middle-aged man shouted.

"Come on, come on, don't worry, I have a hammer for you. This rice needs to be steamed. Do you want to eat uncooked rice?"

At the same time, Jon was indeed unusually chic. He randomly picked up a set of clothes from a clothing store. This was a large shopping mall, and it would not be obvious that he was missing an item of clothing.

Then use the god Khnum to disguise himself as an ordinary-looking middle-aged man. If you can find Jon with this, why would Jon stand on his head and eat in front of him?

Even if Jon stood in front of Potter and Poirot now, they would not think about Jon.

Jon killed the biggest gangster in the city for them. Thinking about it, he helped them a lot. He only took a piece of clothing, which was not too much.

Doing good deeds and asking for rewards is also the golden spirit.

Although there are alarm devices in the shopping mall, who would have thought that the person who stole the clothes was a person with space ability. He directly evaded all infrared sensing devices.

How could a person with space ability be so boring in the world just to steal a piece of clothing? Maybe this is the only one with no semicolon.

Then use the remaining money to have a nice meal in a small restaurant. Don't live a comfortable life.

Jon picked his teeth, burped, and left gracefully.

It's just that it's a bit difficult to find accommodation at night, so we can only make do with some small places.

Jon climbed up the wall through the ripples and pried open a window with ease.