JOJO hiding in the hunter world

Jon quickly prepared the dishes, after all, the meager one-page menu didn't have many options.

The dishes themselves weren't important; even if it was a pile of dung, it wouldn't matter, as they were merely carriers for the Pearl Jam.

Of course, they couldn't actually use dung, because the Pearl Jam also possessed consciousness, and they wouldn't integrate themselves with excrement.

Moreover, Jon's Bewitching Bistro didn't primarily focus on Jon's culinary skills; even a master chef from his previous life wouldn't fare well here. Jon's advantage was the magical healing effect of the Pearl Jam.

These mafia bosses weren't short on cash. Just the thought of fleecing a few long-term big spenders, underworld kings who secretly controlled an area and would specially request reservations to eat his dishes for the sake of longevity, made Jon unable to suppress a simple, unadorned, and monotonous smile.

Jon finally arrived at the door of the room where the guests were. He adjusted his breathing, slightly tidied up the wrinkles on his clothes caused by exercise, smoothed out his messy, bird's nest-like hair, and once again resumed his Dio-esque charming demeanor.

"Excuse me!" Milliman opened the door. Although Jon could only cook a limited number of dishes, there were still a dozen or so, and she couldn't carry them all by herself.

Besides, Milliman was originally a waitress, meant for serving tea and water. However, Jon had to come as well, because the dishes hadn't been infused with Pearl Jam yet, and they didn't possess any superpowers. Jon's dishes without Pearl Jam tasted very ordinary, possibly even worse than cafeteria food.

"Guests, the dishes are here!" Milliman placed the dishes on the table, then said softly and politely.

Jon followed Milliman into the small private room.

What came into view were three small hoodlums who clearly weren't good people. Jon's originally monotonous smile froze.

What are these things? Where are the mafia bigshots? Where are the ferocious-looking big spenders?

The veins on Jon's forehead bulged. Now he understood what was happening. The "gangsters" Milliman mentioned were just these few small-time thugs. He had thought they were mafia bosses.

But Jon wasn't ready to give up. "Milliman, what exactly is going on? Where are those suit-wearing mafia uncles?"

"There's no such thing. Aren't these the gangsters I was talking about? Also, you should have a more respectful attitude towards gangsters," Milliman whispered, reminding Jon of some basic things to keep in mind when dealing with gangsters.

Seeing that Jon hadn't put down the dishes and was chatting happily with Milliman, completely disregarding them, how could they tolerate it? The blonde-haired underling number one immediately slammed the table, and the blonde-haired underling number two immediately spoke out to reprimand him.

"What's going on with your restaurant? Are you looking down on our Brother Wei!"

The green-haired man coughed softly and glanced at the underling next to him as a reminder.

The underling immediately understood, "Hurry up and put down the food. Do you really not know the rules here, or are you pretending not to know? This whole area belongs to our Philip family. If you want to open a shop, you have to pay your dues!"

Seeing that Jon was stunned and completely unaware of what was happening, he realized that Jon probably really didn't know.

The green-haired man, as the leader, patted the arms of the two underlings. "Don't make things difficult for this little brother. It seems he really doesn't know the rules of this area. We are operatives of the Philip family, here to collect taxes. At the same time, we will provide you with protection. Once you pay the money, we will protect you from harm from other gangs."

"Why should I pay protection fees to gangsters?" Jon still understood that these gangsters were here to ask for money, but this was the first time Jon had encountered someone collecting protection fees.

"My shop doesn't need protection. Can I not pay?"

The green-haired man's face stiffened slightly. He didn't expect Jon to be so uncooperative.

"Boss, you can't do that. It's the rule here that every shop pays. We can't make an exception for you."

"Do I really have to pay?"

"Yes, you have to pay!"

"I understand!" Jon sighed.

At this moment, the green-haired man, hearing Jon's sensible words, nodded. He took out a pack of cigars from his pocket, then took out a half-smoked one and put it in his mouth. The blonde-haired underling immediately eagerly lit the cigarette for him.

But seeing that Jon didn't make a move, Milliman couldn't stand it anymore and nudged Jon with her elbow.

Jon immediately understood and spoke up: "Is the protection fee included in the meal cost? Or do you pay for your meal separately?"

The green-haired man gave Jon a meaningful look. When he went to other shops before, they treated him like an ancestor, and the shops voluntarily provided everything he ate and used. He didn't expect this young shop owner to be so clueless.

Milliman panicked and quietly hid behind Jon, whispering to him, "Boss, they mean you're treating them to this meal."

Jon didn't shy away from shouting loudly, "What do you mean? You mean they want to eat a free meal!"

Everyone's eyes turned to Milliman, and Milliman took a step back awkwardly.

"Don't be so shameless! We're already giving you a lot of face by eating your food here!" The blonde-haired underling was also furious.

Even the green-haired man's face was very unsightly. It was rare to see someone so clueless.

"Then there's nothing to talk about. Quickly pay the bill, or you'll regret it!" Jon slammed the bill on the table.

The green-haired man grabbed the bill and immediately exclaimed in shock. He hadn't actually looked at the numbers clearly.

But looking at the densely packed zeros, he realized something was wrong.

"Are you running a black shop and ripping people off! Sixty-two million jeni, even gold is cheaper than this. Are you trying to rob a bank!"

"From the sound of your tone, you don't want to pay, and you want to play me!" Jon's eyes gradually became dangerous, especially with Dio's face, making him even more intimidating.

But because of Jon's age and height, his intimidation was destined to be limited.

"Milliman, you go out first. Don't come in without my permission."

"They have an entire gang behind them. Even if you beat them, it's useless. The gang behind them has guns!"

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Jon reassured Milliman and pushed her out the door.

Jon immediately noticed Milliman's little thoughts. She would definitely be hiding behind the door.

"I just wanted to call an ambulance in case someone got hurt," Milliman made up a reason to cover up her panic.

Milliman wanted to see how strong Jon's superpowers really were.

"Don't worry, I'll be careful." Then Jon locked the door.

Milliman put her ear to the door, and the sound of fists hitting flesh came from the room, along with endless screams.

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