JOJO hiding in the hunter world

The city at night was bustling with traffic. Office workers, burdened by a day's work, released their inner frustrations by eating, shopping, and indulging. This was actually the liveliest time of day.

This city was a haven for gangs, but strangely, the security was very good, unlike the free America of my previous life, where gunfights happened every day. All the shops here paid protection money to the gangs. Moreover, these small gangs settled their disputes privately, away from public view, perhaps because the influence of one of the Ten Elders was strong enough. Anyway, no one committed crimes at night.

The liveliness belonged to the city, while the suburbs were much quieter. People generally avoided alleys like this.

There were several late-night snack stalls in the alley. Yorknew City didn't have roadside stalls; those who set up stalls here didn't face grumpy city officials but real gangsters.

Although the place was remote, it had many customers. The small bungalows were filled with the smell of cooking oil and roasting meat.

"Boss, two more skewers of big kidney!"

"Alright!"

The barbecue stall owner skillfully added two more skewers of big kidney to the grill and brushed them with oil.

Jon looked at Robson with a helpless expression. "So, why did you suddenly invite me here for dinner?"

"Don't be so cold-hearted. The big kidney here is delicious. You wouldn't not eat this, would you?"

Jon casually picked up a big kidney skewer and took a bite. He had to admit that this place tasted pretty good. The portion was also very generous, unlike the barbecue stalls in his previous life. Jon felt somewhat full after eating seven skewers.

Robson took two gulps of beer. "Jon, are you interested in taking on a job?"

"Why didn't you say it in the office?" Jon was still very curious.

"You went out for training. I already mentioned it in the office."

Robson was silent for a moment, then stared straight at Jon and explained, "Didn't we hunt down Maleek last time? After all, it was our studio that hunted him down, which led to those casualties. Our studio gave the families of the deceased ordinary people some money."

"The people in our studio were also greatly injured. The studio's reserve funds are already running low."

"Recently, there's a big job…"

Jon put down the big kidney in his hand and looked directly at Robson. "Why, why didn't you say it in the office?"

Jon was very curious because Robson opened this studio himself, so there was no need to undermine his own business.

Robson's smile froze.

"They won't take this job. I've already told them before." Robson downed a bottle of beer.

Robson began to explain on his own. This time, it wasn't about capturing a villain but protecting one. This time, they had to guard against a revenger, a chivalrous person.

His name is still in doubt. He wears a mask when he acts chivalrously and doesn't show his true face. No one knows what he looks like, and no one knows who he is. Unlike the last mission, where they only knew the person but not the ability, his Nen ability is very clear; it's definitely of the Enhancement type.

Seeing Jon's puzzled look, Robson continued to explain, "He started his chivalrous acts six years ago and has already killed five black-hearted bosses of corporate workshops and wiped out countless small black-hearted workshops and human trafficking dens."

He knew it was very difficult for Robson, but Jon asked himself if he couldn't protect a villain and kill a chivalrous person. Jon learned Nen abilities to become stronger, so he could protect himself and still be able to do what he wanted. If he took this task, Jon's thoughts would not be clear.

Jon returned to his residence and turned the lock. He took two gulps of soda. He couldn't sleep because there were too many things happening today. He did some draws and the results were not bad. There was also what Robson said. Jon stayed in bed for an hour without falling asleep, so he got up and played two games.

The next day, Jon returned to the studio with two dark circles under his eyes.

"Yo, Jon, what's wrong?" The gaming trio greeted him.

"It's nothing. I stayed up late playing games last night."

The atmosphere became awkward again. No one in the entire studio spoke. Robson put his legs on the table, exhaling smoke.

It seemed everyone knew that only Robson had taken on that job.

"Do you want me to order some milk tea?" Robson asked.

Robson usually often treated the others in the studio to food.

But not many people responded today.

"I don't need it."

"I don't need it either." They didn't look at Jon.

"Then I'll pass too." Robson smiled awkwardly, but no one was looking at him.

There was already a gap between the people in the studio. Now, the others in the studio were isolating Robson, not knowing how to communicate with Robson or how to face Robson, who was about to protect a villain.

Robson wanted to compensate those innocent people who died, but he didn't have the financial resources. The others in the studio wanted to as well, but they couldn't protect such a villain.

There were no tasks today, and the others left for various reasons.

Only Jon and Robson were left in the entire studio.

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