JOJO hiding in the hunter world

Before Kuroro could react, a powerful Nen surged from within the fire wall. It was familiar, Finks's Nen, but that also meant Finks's assassination attempt had failed and he was in grave danger.

Even through the fire wall, the Nen could be clearly felt, that aura of anger.

Anger? Kuroro frowned. Without fear or madness, it meant Finks should be alright. But why call for help? Could it be Feitan? Kuroro immediately guessed most of the situation, but his hands didn't stop. He pulled the threads that Machi had conjured with all his strength.

Before long, Finks flew out of the fire wall, carrying Feitan, who had lost consciousness after his ability was dispelled.

Finks's injuries were appalling. His clothes had long been burned away. This wasn't a manga world; there were no convenient underpants. Finks had barely managed to protect his body in the flames, not daring to waste extra Nen on maintaining his clothes.

He was covered in red and black, his appearance quite horrifying. After flying out of the fire wall, Finks finally relaxed and passed out.

Kuroro caught Finks as he was about to fall to the ground. Feitan was still held tightly in Finks's arms, but he had already lost consciousness.

Kuroro immediately summoned Skill Hunter and opened it to a page. A scalpel appeared in Kuroro's hand.

This was one of the abilities Kuroro had stolen, allowing him to quickly perform surgery when outdoor rescue equipment was insufficient. It had no combat power but was excellent for emergency treatment of some injuries.

He had just used this on Uvogin. In just thirty seconds, Kuroro removed the throwing knife from Feitan's chest and performed temporary hemostasis. His ability wasn't very effective for burns, but he still did some simple disinfection. These injuries would be fatal to normal people, but Finks's body was extraordinary, a monster no less than Uvogin. These injuries wouldn't kill him.

Feitan also woke up. He had been seriously injured, and to prevent Jon from attacking again and to prevent excessive blood loss and death, he had entered a state of suspended animation. He was absolutely certain that Finks could get him out.

At the same time, inside the fire wall, Jon knew that the Troupe wouldn't make any major moves for the time being until they figured out his ability. After all, he had just taken down three of their top fighters. They weren't gourd babies, coming one by one to their deaths. They wouldn't dare to continue attacking without understanding the opponent's strength.

Jon reached into his pocket and touched the tin foil as he approached the old man. That's right, this tin foil was Jon's trump card. Tin foil is one of the raw materials for making mirrors and also has reflective properties. It can be used as a mirror, but the efficiency of Mirror Man using tin foil isn't as high as using a real mirror.

This was the last mirror on Jon's body, his only hope of escape. To take down the Troupe, he had basically revealed all his trump cards.

He must run out before the next attack. Jon's doppelgangers had basically all been used. They were gaining a better understanding of Jon's abilities. Without a surprise attack, Jon would be completely outmatched by the Troupe in terms of combat experience.

At the same time, a small, thin man with blue clothes and white hair covering his face ran quickly out of the ruins.

He ran quickly towards the direction where Kuroro was.

"Boss! Something happened!"

Kuroro frowned and turned his head to look at Koltopi. "What is it? Death aura, or some ancient, leftover mechanical puppet?"

Koltopi wasn't a combatant; his strength was relatively weak compared to other members. He was able to join entirely because of his powerful ability, "Divine Left Hand, Demonic Right Hand," which could perfectly copy objects, although they could only be maintained for twenty-four hours. Moreover, he could sense the location of the copied objects.

His combat power was very weak, so he basically had no combat scenes in the anime. Even when dealing with the mafia and the Shadow Beasts, he didn't take action, let alone in the later Meteor City ant extermination operation.

Koltopi said in a panic: "No, what mechanism? I feel like these things are fake. Among the people protecting these ruins, there must be someone with a similar ability to mine."

"I found that although these things look very old, there is a sense of disharmony, and the Nen aura on the murals in these ruins doesn't feel malicious."

"Most importantly, I didn't find any poison or traps inside."

Hearing this, Kuroro's eyes narrowed. Before, it was possible that Koltopi's intuition had a problem, but there was absolutely no way that there were no traps or poison.

Ancient people were also afraid of tomb raiders. Some powerful people would use human sacrifices during the construction of their tombs, which would generate a lot of death aura that could protect the tomb and curse the tomb raiders.

Even if the originally remaining Nen aura had dissipated, they would at least put some poison and traps in place. These things wouldn't dissipate. It was impossible for such a large tomb to have no defenses.

In other words, this was just a trap. Could it be a trap set to capture the Troupe members? No, impossible. If it was to deal with the Troupe, they shouldn't have sent so few people. The combat power of these Hunters was also uneven, and the people who had just died didn't seem to know about the existence of the Troupe.

However, it couldn't be ruled out that the planner of this siege underestimated the Troupe's combat power.

Among the defenders this time, only the old man and the middle-aged man Kuroro had just killed, as well as a strange uncle in purple clothes, were barely outstanding, and finally there was Jon, whose ability was bizarre and a huge threat.

"Nobunaga, take Uvogin. Pokkuru, Machi, take Feitan and Finks. We've been tricked! Retreat!"

"This ruin is fake. They may want to besiege us. The others protect them. Franklin, go ahead and scout the way! Go to the town!"

Kuroro had his own considerations for telling them to go to the town. This wasn't Yorknew City; there weren't so many surveillance cameras. If they wanted to hide, the people besieging them wouldn't find them so quickly.

Moreover, there were no big shots like the Ten Dons to help clean up the mess here. Killing people casually was illegal. The Troupe were wanted criminals anyway, so they weren't afraid, but the people besieging them certainly wouldn't dare to start a war in a crowded place like a town.

"Boss, what about you?"

"I have a guess I want to verify."

"wryyyyyyyyyyyy" A strange laughter came from the fire wall.

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