Pati City, Yearning Street.
"Pfft, ptui, ptui-"
"Goddamn Chrollo, did you really have to go this far-"
On the pitch-black street, a manhole cover suddenly flew into the air, and a dirt-covered Dio climbed out, swearing.
Chrollo was far too petty. All Dio had wanted was to send him into an eternal slumber, and he had actually gone so far as to blow up methane tanks.
What made it even more of a pain in the ass was that the methane tanks buried beneath the sewers were connected one after another. The result was like throwing New Year's firecrackers into a toilet-a whole chain of crackling explosions.
Fortunately, the poor airflow in the sewers meant the explosions soon ran out of steam. With two seconds of sprinting during Time Stop, his Ripple Aura boost, and the formidable defensive power of his Nen Aura, Dio had finally escaped disaster.
In the end, although he looked a little worse for wear, that was all it amounted to. Meanwhile, Chrollo had fared far worse.
Deep in an underground river, a figure covered in wounds floated silently faceup on the water.
The underground river should have been pitch-black, but some strange luminous moss growing there made it just possible to make out the surroundings.
Chrollo calmly gazed at the rock overhead. Speckles of luminous moss dotted the darkness like a starry sky.
He could barely move his body now and could only drift quietly with the current as he recovered his strength.
Because he had needed to control those rats, he had been forced to keep [Skill Hunter] open to the [Snowman Syndrome] page before the explosion.
When the explosion occurred, he had turned to [Teleportation] as quickly as possible and decisively activated a wide-range random teleport.
But the blast wave had still struck