JOJO hiding in the hunter world

The story goes back to the underground five minutes prior.

With a bang, the sound of metal colliding echoed in the dark tunnel, and the alloy door, whose name was unknown, opened, though it couldn't be considered a normal way to open a door.

But the alarm wasn't triggered and didn't make a sound; the screen remained green.

He tiptoed through the hole he had just made, and climbing over this obstacle was indeed very strenuous, especially in his heavily injured state.

This naked man was unusually excited and thrilled.

His movements as he crawled through this place could hardly be called stealthy; the sounds he made were very loud.

Actually, it didn't matter anymore.

If there had been anyone here, they would have discovered him the moment he opened the door, considering how loud the sound was.

Anyone in the tunnel who wasn't deaf would have heard that echo.

Time was running out, and he didn't know how much longer his teammates could hold out, or when those idiots would react.

Time was of the essence, a race against the clock.

He calmed himself down and continued to walk forward in the dark; ahead, instead of more obstacles, there was a slope.

Ahead was a smaller door, no, not an ordinary door.

It was an elevator door, resembling a freight elevator.

Three minutes later, he climbed out of the freight elevator and arrived at a relatively large platform, seventy meters underground.

This was an island; what was such a large platform for?

He walked over shakily, and before him was an alloy door like the previous one.

This was probably the last door.

His intuition told him that the person he was looking for was behind this door.

Who else but that man would need such high-end facilities to be confined?

He excitedly stroked the door.

Decades of humiliation and forbearance, countless sacrifices, were all for finding him, and now there was only a wall between them.

Because of the previous series of security doors, his mood had calmed down slightly; too much stimulation became dull.

The naked man fiddled with the door, pushed hard, and the door opened.

Bang! He was already tired of the sound of the cut-off alloy falling to the ground.

A ray of light almost blinded his dog eyes, and his eyes were dazed for several seconds.

"Hey, you! What time is it! Aren't you going to sleep! Making so much noise, don't you want me to sleep! Put the stuff there and get out!"

What came into view was not a dark, damp, and cramped prison cell, nor the regulation bedding and sheets he had imagined.

The room was like a five-star hotel room, with luxurious decorations that exuded the air of a nouveau riche.

The gold and resplendent decor made him feel confused, making him wonder if this was a prison or a hotel.

The carpet, interwoven with gold threads, should have been an expensive carpet made by embroidering gold silk patterns on a red carpet, worth more than he could imagine.

There was a crystal chandelier on the ceiling, a large goose-down comforter on the bed, and all kinds of finely bound manga books.

He could also clearly feel the underfloor heating, which restored a little warmth to the naked man's frozen body.

But his heart sank to the bottom, ice-cold.

The naked man was silent.

A decadent young man with obvious dark circles under his eyes, wearing thin clothes and wrapped in an air-conditioning blanket, was sitting in a chair playing a computer game, not even turning his head towards him.

The only sound in the room was the roar of the monsters in the decadent man's computer game, and his game controller also looked very gorgeous, obviously a high-end product.

He occasionally grabbed a handful of potato chips, took a sip of red wine, drinking it like beer, not knowing what brand it was.

We worked our butts off to risk our lives to save you, but you're here eating and drinking well.

Seeing that the person he wanted to save had already fallen under the enemy's money offensive, indulging in this gentle embrace, he was heartbroken.

This is all sugar-coated bullets!

Where is the traditional spirit of not eating the food offered by capitalists!

Okay, well, An didn't have this tradition.

The naked man was now worried that Lord Edward had been corrupted by the sugar-coated bullets and had betrayed the revolution.

If he didn't want to leave, wouldn't the comrades' years of planning become a joke?

If the destination itself does not exist, the meaning of all efforts will be lost.

"Lord Edward, I am a descendant of An, and now the descendants of An are living in dire straits..."

The decadent man Edward suddenly froze.

The monster on the computer screen took the opportunity to launch a counterattack and killed the character he was controlling.

He was completely unaware, took off his headphones, turned his head in surprise, and then quickly turned back.

"Damn it, why aren't you wearing clothes? Don't you like wearing clothes? I didn't expect the atmosphere outside to be so open after I've been in prison for only a few decades."

"No, now is not the time to say..."

"Don't wave around in front of me! I'm not interested in men. If you want to fight, be prepared to be beaten to death by me!"

"No, no, sir, I'm here to save you..."

The naked man hurriedly covered his private parts.

He had just been stunned, wondering if Lord Edward had betrayed the revolution and how many female prison guard girlfriends he had, and hadn't noticed his own rudeness.

He had always thought that Lord Edward was an old man in his seventies or eighties, or at least a middle-aged man.

Who would have thought that he was a young man?

At that moment, he even suspected whether this decadent man was Lord Edward.

Fortunately, he remembered that several of them had delayed aging or remained young after cultivating Resentment.

It must be the same for Lord Edward.

But Edward didn't pay too much attention, mainly because his words had attracted his attention.

"Are you really here to save me?"

"Absolutely, my partner is still outside blocking the Hunter Association's experts and can't hold on much longer. Let's go save him quickly!"

Edward excitedly grabbed the naked man's hand, making him a little embarrassed, as one hand couldn't cover everything.

After Edward's excitement faded slightly, he also noticed and awkwardly shook off the naked man's hand.

"I've been waiting for you for decades! Do you know how I've been living? To wait for you, I've cleared thousands of games and read countless magazines and comics! I've been waiting for this moment!"

Why did he suddenly feel a little unbalanced?

They were both prisoners, so why...

Manga magazines were also luxury items for him.

At first, he was a homeless child with no money, and later, when he grew up and had the ability to make money, he focused his energy on cultivation and imprisonment, bearing the deep blood feud of his race, and never forgetting the Sword of Damocles that was the Hunter Association.

He worked diligently, never daring to slack off, and even prepared to sacrifice his life at any time...

"Ah, it's really hard to part with them! These were all bought by that old fogey Ward, and I really can't bear to throw them away."

The naked man coldly looked at the two life-size silicone mannequins on Edward's bed, and anyone with a brain knew what they were.

"You better not touch my things, and you can't wear my clothes either.

Don't say I'm stingy, my things are a bit dangerous."

The naked man gathered Resentment in his eyes and glanced around.

Except for Edward, who exuded Resentment, nothing else showed traces of it.

I believe you, my foot!

Edward took an iron box from the bedside table, "I've been waiting for this day for a long time! Let's go!"

"What are you looking at? Don't trust your eyes too much. Some things can't be seen through just by condensing!"

"By the way, young man, what's your name?"

"Lord Edward, my name is Ambrose!"

ps: This chapter may be a bit boring, but in order to set the stage for the next plot, it is still necessary to write.

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