JOJO hiding in the hunter world

"Not here yet?"

"We're here, sir. See, this is the hole I made when I came down."

Looking at the stone pillar on the ground, Edward clicked his tongue in wonder. He had been in that room for decades without ever leaving.

Magazines and games were all purchased by proxy. He couldn't go online, so he could only play single-player games, mainly because they were afraid someone would take him away through the online world.

Moreover, these magazines and games were all screened. This was a relatively gentle method of mental and cultural control, just like the other prisoners in this prison.

"Little Ambrose, let's take another route," Edward clapped his hands and took a deep drag of his cigarette.

"Isn't that a waste of Resentment? I don't have much Resentment left now…" The naked man also had a cigarette tucked behind his ear, but he didn't dare to smoke it.

In his current crippled state, his ribs had already pierced his lungs, and he was still smoking. He was like an old man eating arsenic, courting death.

"Come here and make one! Stick your head out and see what's going on, but don't do anything yet."

Edward put Ambrose on his shoulders so he could see what was happening.

"What's wrong? What did you see? Say something!"

"My compatriot is dead. I saw his last bit of Resentment. That ability is holding everyone back. Now, if I launch a sneak attack, I might be able to fight that monster to the death."

"Hey, don't go! I just wanted you to see what was going on, not to take action! Are you talking about that muscular old man?"

"You know him?" Hearing Edward say not to take action, he quickly climbed down from Edward's shoulders.

"That old thing locked me up for decades. He was transferred here a few years after I came in, specifically to guard me alone. Decades! You think I don't know him?" Edward looked at Ambrose with a teasing smile.

"Are you saying he still has energy left?"

"No, I've never fought him, never even seen him take action. But that bastard Netero definitely dared to send him to manage me, which means he's a capable person."

"But I heard the name Wrathful Vajra Ward even before I came in. He and Netero have similar abilities. If we can run, it's best not to confront him directly."

As Edward spoke, Ambrose coughed up blood on the side.

"Looking at you, you've been masturbating too much, haven't you? Young people need to be moderate. You've only done this little bit of exercise and you're already coughing up blood. I'll go up this time, and I'll pull you up."

"I'm injured."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"You didn't ask."

Suddenly, the two felt a wave, and Ambrose's Resentment seemed to be stuck with glue, unable to move.

Edward's eyes narrowed. He also noticed this ability.

"Really, that old thing Netero really trusts me, sending such a dangerous person over here."

Edward shook his head, ended the boring topic, tucked the exhausted Ambrose under his arm, and leaped to the top.

As soon as he came up, he saw a dozen ragged strong men running towards him.

Edward was so scared that he immediately jumped away, but one of the guards took advantage of the situation and acted innocent, believing that Edward was a member of An's gang.

Who in their right mind would come up from the underground of the prison? He must be an escaped convict.

He also had a naked man under his arm. Everyone except Grandpa Ward was attracted by this strange combination, and John was no exception.

The round hole clearly showed Ambrose's handiwork. He's not dead?

Just now, Wrathful Vajra's staff strike would have seriously injured even Uvogin, temporarily losing his fighting power. How could Ambrose be capable of withstanding that?

John had doubts in his mind. The naked man also made John very concerned. Why was he naked? John had a guess.

"Idiot! You're not that Bat-Kid from just now. He can fly in the sky and won't be hit by my hidden attacks. What are you?"

Edward was a little angry. He hadn't done anything, but this bastard was provoking him again and again. He couldn't stand it anymore.

Ward took the lead and gave him a big slap in the face.

"Don't be reckless!" Ward reprimanded the guard with a face full of resentment.

"There's no chance! Remember to listen to people finish speaking in the next life!"

Edward stretched out his index finger towards the guard, and a somewhat dazzling white light shone on his face.

There was no way to dodge this. That was the speed of light. To be precise, it was a beam of light.

It was a bit bright, but it was indeed a beam of light, like high beams in the night, a searchlight in a mine, straight and bright, but without any special characteristics.

That light illuminated the little brother's face. In a short period of less than half a second, the little brother immediately realized and avoided the light.

John couldn't feel any Nen or Resentment from that beam of light. It seemed to be just an ordinary light, which was the most bizarre thing.

John absolutely didn't believe that this beam of light was so simple. Whether he was Edward or a supporter who came from the underground, it couldn't just be an ordinary light.

Edward also immediately retracted his finger and no longer emitted light.

The guard patted his cheek with a look of lingering fear, without any damage.

He was a little happy. He had been startled by the sudden light and had run away with his eyes closed.

But now that he came to his senses, it should just be a beam of light, without Nen or that strange energy.

This person should just be bluffing to scare him. He should be an accomplice of those people, just a supporter.

Now he wanted to use this light to scare him and help his teammates escape (Edward did have signs of wanting to escape), Grandpa Ward was too cautious.

"I already know what you are. That beam of light just now was very sudden and almost blinded me. You just wanted to use this method to kill me? Laughable."

Edward took the cigar he had given him from Ambrose's ear and lit it with a snap of his fingers.

This ability is not simple, this arrogant young man is that Edward, John instantly made a judgment.

He wasn't blind. The muscular old man's face was very ugly, like he had lost a horse. He didn't have any desire to attack. He had just wanted to blast the brains out of those Resentment users, but now he didn't even move.

This showed that he was afraid. The naked man who was unconscious in that man's hand was definitely not, even if it was Resentment, it had to be controlled by will.

"You are already dead, there are five seconds left to repent, cherish it well."

A Nen bullet formed in his hand again, "Who are you trying to fool here? Watch me kill you, you idiot."

Suddenly, the young guard felt his vision was a little blurry, and his consciousness instantly dissipated.

But the perspective that John and others saw was a bit terrifying. They saw five or six pink tumors growing on the young guard's head.

These tumors instantly became huge, blocking the guard's face, and his body was also bulging and growing tumors.

Two seconds later, his head exploded.

Brains burst out, the skull was also shattered, all with cracks, and disgusting pink flesh was still wriggling on it.

After the corpse fell, it was still wriggling, and blood slowly seeped out of the clothes, eerie and terrifying.

The scene was extremely bloody, more disgusting and bizarre than the exploded corpse John had seen before.

Without any warning, without even seeing the opponent's Resentment, coupled with the opponent's reputation as a Resentment ability expert that even Netero supposedly had a headache with, John felt a deep fear.

This finishing effect, isn't it the Fist of the North Star! Or a super-powered version of rapid-fire remote attack without pressure points.

The Fist of the North Star isn't even this disgusting.

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