JOJO hiding in the hunter world

"Don't come any closer!"

A man with disheveled clothes and crooked sunglasses was sprawled on the ground, his legs kicking wildly as if in convulsions, managing to scoot back only a little.

The person before him was undoubtedly a devil; he was the one they had been searching for all along, the one who single-handedly took down an entire stronghold: Kujo Jotaro, the 'Air Conditioner'.

They had only been tailing an ordinary, unremarkable young woman, but who could have imagined that such a big shot would suddenly appear?

Their boss had said that some bigwig had asked him to keep an eye on the girl, but not to harm her.

If they handled things well and gained the appreciation of that influential figure, their future would surely skyrocket. (Amber Phillip dared not deploy his direct subordinates, fearing that Kujo Jotaro would wipe them out if he found out, but these small-time thugs could be replenished at any time.)

Originally, they only intended to monitor the girl, but they were just thugs and not very good at surveillance.

Moreover, with their ferocious appearances that could stop a child from crying, they couldn't hide at all. Anyone who wasn't a complete idiot could sense the group of gangsters behind them.

One of his clever subordinates suggested that since they couldn't monitor her secretly, why not just kidnap her?

He thought it made sense and gave the go-ahead.

They had already drugged the girl and dragged the unconscious teenager into the alley. Some of the underlings couldn't restrain themselves and wanted to have some fun, but he wasn't stupid. He remembered that they were told not to let anything happen to her.

He decisively wanted to refuse the underlings' request, but it was too late.

A young man in black walked in from the alley entrance. Everyone noticed this young man.

"Hey, what are you doing? Do you know we are from the Phillip Family!"

Everyone looked at the young man with amusement. Every year, there were always some young people who didn't know what's good for them.

They were probably just past their chuunibyou phase, and liked to stand up for what they thought was right when they saw something they didn't like.

No one thought there was anything wrong with him. The underlings also wanted to beat up this ignorant young man and then do their business in front of him.

However, they successfully shifted their attention to the young man. The girl was temporarily safe, and he didn't mention that the woman was off-limits.

He now regretted it immensely. If he had said that one sentence back then, he might not have died.

Some pulled out knives, some grabbed baseball bats, and some even put on knuckle dusters.

"Kid, you've ruined our fun, we're going to settle the score properly."

"Don't you dare run! We have guns, you can't escape. If you run, it won't be just a beating."

Several people approached with sinister smiles.

But the young man didn't panic, which was very rare. It was the first time they had seen someone so calm in the face of so many armed people.

"Even so, I can easily sense the nauseating malice on you!"

The young man introduced himself as if chanting, his steps firm and steady, completely ignoring them.

That's right, this young man was Joren.

"Hey, hey, hey, is that all you've got? You're embarrassed to show that off."

"Do you know who we are? We're gangsters who kill people!" A green-haired gangster said with a grin.

"Scum is indeed scum. Is this something to be happy about? But I guess I don't have to hold back anymore!"

"Hahaha, who do you think you are! Saying you won't hold back."

"Hey, did you hear that? He said he won't hold back, pu hahaha!" Several gangsters looked at each other and burst into laughter, clutching their stomachs.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

His fingertip condensed a pale yellow ripple and instantly lit the cigarette, but Joren didn't inhale.

These gangsters were all smokers, and they could tell at a glance that Joren hadn't actually inhaled. In other words, Joren was just trying to show off and wasn't really smoking.

"What is this supposed to be! Pu hahahaha" Several people burst into laughter.

But a few didn't laugh. They didn't know why Joren's cigarette had spontaneously combusted for no reason. It was very strange.

Joren himself was actually a little embarrassed. He really wanted to cosplay Smoking Jotaro showing off in front of D'Arby the Gambler, but he didn't expect to be exposed on the spot.

"Yare yare daze." Jotaro pressed down on the brim of his hat.

Because the lighting wasn't very good, a bit dark, they hadn't immediately recognized Kujo Jotaro, the 'Air Conditioner'.

"Let's go!" Several small-time thugs approached Joren aggressively. Joren didn't dodge or evade, but met them head-on.

What followed was their nightmare. Everyone was almost instantly taken care of, with bowl-sized wounds on their abdomens, blood splattering everywhere. They couldn't stop the bleeding at all, and their intestines were spilling out of the wounds. Their hands couldn't block it at all.

He finally saw the young man's face clearly. This was Kujo Jotaro, who had been wanted all over the city.

The man who was said to have single-handedly destroyed a stronghold.

He immediately opened fire. Logically, he should have been able to hit with at least one shot at such close range, but all the bullets curved away in front of him.

All the bullets hit the wall next to him; not a single bullet hit.

His body couldn't help but convulse. He had never known how one person could destroy a stronghold with hundreds of people and a large number of firearms, but now he understood.

This was not human power at all; this was the power of a devil.

"Don't come any closer, or I'll kill this woman." A gangster held a dagger to Millyman's neck.

"Give up resisting immediately, and back away!"

But in the next second, Kujo Jotaro didn't move, and the underling's hand holding the knife was instantly broken.

But he was very sure that Jotaro hadn't moved, as if an invisible fist had broken the underling's arm.

In less than a minute, more than twenty of them were almost completely wiped out.

A few overcame their trembling and ran away, but were still killed by a strange, invisible attack.

"Now, let us count your sins!"

His teeth were chattering, and he couldn't say a word.

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