JOJO hiding in the hunter world

After Jon killed the sleazy man, he didn't dare linger at the scene. After all, the Passione organization was still a mysterious organization of unknown strength, and the city's mafia influence hadn't diminished despite the boss's death.

He believed that the chaotic battle here would quickly attract their attention, as well as the city's police.

This was a train station, and explosions and gunfights had occurred inside. Ordinary security personnel wouldn't dare approach, but six or seven minutes had already passed since it started.

They could even contact trains that were currently running, so there was no reason they couldn't contact the police station. Therefore, the police and the mafia should be on their way.

To think more dramatically, it was very possible that the sleazy man was a hitman hired by the mafia from the dark world. They might have known about this battle from the start.

Of course, the most likely scenario was that he acted alone. Judging from the sleazy man's personality and attitude, this possibility was unlikely. To be fair, his abilities were quite good.

He was very suitable for ambushing people from behind, and the opponents he ambushed often couldn't find him.

As long as he didn't encounter thugs like the Troupe, who were ruthless and dared to massacre everyone around them, he had some room to maneuver in a public setting against anyone.

However, his attack power meant that he couldn't hurt Jon, and his indecisiveness doomed him to failure.

But as an opponent, he was undoubtedly very qualified, ruthless in his attacks, and unscrupulous in achieving his goals. He never gave up hope and remained calm in critical moments, finding a way to break the situation.

Jon asked himself if he could have done better in the same environment.

Although the sleazy man had caused Jon a great deal of trouble, the system's reward assessment was somewhat biased due to his inherent strength.

It was too little, barely enough gold coins to draw a single prize. There was nothing good to say about the item he drew.

High-powered portable ultraviolet light that simulates the sun—a product of German Empire technology. It can simulate sunlight and emit high-intensity ultraviolet rays and can be hung on the waist.

However, Jon still felt that this harvest was quite fruitful. The Ripple energy had made significant progress in quality, and that was enough to make it worthwhile.

Jon paused for a moment in front of a huge pool of blood. This was the remains of the eighteen puppets that the sleazy man had consumed to push Jon towards the train.

Those were eighteen living people, treated as consumables and ruthlessly murdered.

Jon couldn't say he felt much guilt, but he still sympathized with their plight. To their families, Jon could only say sorry.

All the limbs and fragments were mixed together, making it impossible to tell who was who.

Jon bypassed the pool of blood and flesh. He didn't want to get blood all over his feet, even though he was already covered in it.

Jon entered the Mirror World in a place that the surveillance cameras couldn't easily capture. After all, there was still a pile of mess to clean up.

It would be difficult for him to explain such a large pile of blood and flesh. Ordinary people didn't know about Nen abilities, and he didn't want to explain it.

As for bearing the blame, what did it matter? Dabi committed the crime, what does it have to do with Jon?

The Passione organization's troubles shouldn't reach Jon for the time being, unless they were particularly familiar with Jon. Otherwise, it would be difficult to associate Jon with the Passione organization.

Normal people shouldn't think so much, but Jon strongly suspected that Ilumi had guessed something.

Jon didn't care so much, he could only take things one step at a time.

He walked into the train station waiting hall. The young woman was panicking and helplessly shaking the unconscious uncle, who was still muttering something without showing any signs of waking up.

Mirieman's wound on the back of her neck was also bandaged with a strip of cloth, which seemed to have been torn from her skirt. Unfortunately, she was wearing a long skirt, and this little bit of cloth wasn't enough to reveal anything.

Only Mirieman and that unconscious uncle were in the huge train station. Everything around was very quiet.

Everything exuded an eerie atmosphere. This was a train station, and Mirieman knew it well. Even during the off-season for tourism, there shouldn't be only two people in the entire train station.

The surrounding scenery was also very strange, the fonts were all reversed.

She had just spoken to someone whose back looked a bit like Manager Dio, and then she lost consciousness.

When she woke up again, she was here. It shouldn't be a kidnapping either, there weren't even any ropes, no restrictions. She had just turned around slightly and didn't see anyone watching her.

Then she saw a person covered in blood walking in from the waiting hall.

A person covered in blood was too stimulating for Mirieman's mind. Although she had seen Dio use Nen abilities, she had never seen such a bloody scene.

She swallowed and took two steps back, knowing that she couldn't outrun this guy.

She clearly saw that the person who came was the last person she had spoken to before losing consciousness.

What was going on with his blood-stained clothes? Could it be that he killed the other people in the waiting hall, and their blood had dyed his clothes red?

These unfounded guesses that couldn't stand scrutiny frantically emerged from Mirieman's mind.

"Who are you? Where are the other people in the station?" As soon as she finished speaking, she realized that something was wrong.

This person was wearing clothes stained red with blood, and he didn't look like a good person at all. He might be a murderer.

Would she be killed if she directly attracted his attention like this? Mirieman's face turned pale.

Jon saw the changes in Mirieman's face and could roughly guess what Mirieman must be imagining.

Jon patted his face and transformed into Dio's appearance.

"Mirieman, it's me, don't be afraid."

Jon walked to the uncle's face and used Mirror Man to transfer the uncle to the real world.

When Mirieman saw this scene, she became even more frightened, fell to the ground, and lost her voice.

Mirieman opened and closed her mouth, but no sound came out. It seemed that Jon's explanation was useless.

"This is other people's blood. Someone controlled you just now, but it's all over…"

"Because of me, you may have been targeted too. I'm very sorry."

Jon pressed his hand on Mirieman's injured back, and warm Ripple flowed from Jon's palm into Mirieman's wound.

Although it couldn't heal the wound immediately, it could greatly relieve the pain.

Mirieman couldn't help but hum softly.

"Follow me next, I'll take you out."

Warm reminder: The website is about to be revised, which may cause the loss of reading progress. Please save "Bookshelf" and "Reading Records" in time (it is recommended to save screenshots). We apologize for the inconvenience!