American comic: I, JoJo, am going to heaven!

Jon walked forward.

"JOJO".

"Seeing who's coming," Blade said.

"JOJO?"

Jon murmured that long-forgotten name, a hint of reminiscence flashing in his eyes.

"It's been a long time since anyone called me that."

In his memory, only his former classmates and friends called him that.

Those carefree and happy days are gone forever.

Just as he was reminiscing, Quinn suddenly burst into manic laughter.

Hahahahaha.

"Jon Yowick? I know you."

A maniacal grin spread across Quinn's face. He stretched his shoulders and said confidently:

"I never expected that both of the targets Deacon gave me would come to me on their own, hahaha."

With that, Quinn ripped off his leather jacket and tossed it into the pool of blood, then struck a comical professional boxer pose as he approached Jon.

Listen up!

As he approached, he shouted loudly:

"Jon, put away your superpowers now! Let's have a real man's duel and prove to me..."

Jon Snow looked at him strangely.

Because he saw a fool walking right into the range of the Platinum Star to his death.

Alright, alright, Dio took two punches and didn't dare to enter the range of Star Platinum again.

This guy actually came in by himself.

He really wanted to ask who gave Quinn the courage.

"Kid, I'm going to rip your veins apart!"

After getting a certain distance away, Quinn roared and leaped towards Jon.

Just then.

"Euro!"

Platinum Star suddenly appeared and punched Quinn in the face, which was covered in scars.

With a bang, a figure was sent flying backward and crashed heavily into the wall.

"Remember to brush your teeth next time you talk."

Jon strode forward and kicked up the silver weapon that had fallen to the side.

Upon seeing this, Blade immediately whistled.

Jon understood immediately and flicked the weapon away with a push of his toe.

Seeing his weapon flying towards him, Blade struggled to break free of his restraints and nimbly caught the weapon.

Blade's demeanor changed.

With a weapon, Blade was a completely different person from the one who was unarmed.

Having acquired the silver weapon, Blade, a weapon master himself, began his killing spree.

As the first vampire pounced, a silver dagger pierced its left eye socket.

With a swift movement, he slapped the blade and then decapitated the second vampire.

"Looks like this is none of my business."

Jon raised an eyebrow, seeing that the battle was completely under Blade's control, so he had no choice but to walk up to Quen.

"I'll only ask one question," Jon said, looking at Quinn embedded in the wall. "Where is Deacon's Pleasure House?"

"Don't think I'm going to tell you." Quinn's face twisted in a sinister grin. "You'll never... find it..."

"Okay, I hope you stay this stubborn."

Upon hearing this, Jon nodded, straightened up, and stretched his right hand behind him, saying:

"Blade".

Upon hearing this, the Blade Warrior, who was chopping vegetables, tossed a silver nail through the air without turning his head.

Jon caught the silver nail with his backhand and, without saying a word, plunged it directly into Quen's body.

"laugh--"

The red-hot silver nail pierced through Quinn's collarbone, and his body began to corrode as if it had encountered sulfuric acid.

"Aaaaaah!! Stop!!"

Quinn's fingernails dug into the cracks in the stone as he screamed in agony.

Ultimately, he couldn't withstand the corrosive effects of the silver nails and garlic essence, and began to use oral sedatives.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! Sir, I confess!"

Upon hearing this, Jon reached out and pulled out the silver nail, tilting his head back to indicate that he should say it himself.

"Deacon is there, he's there..." Quinn said slowly, "in the top floor of the New York XXXX."

"Really?" Jon asked skeptically.

He felt that the guy in front of him was just making up an address to fool him.

"Don't believe him."

Blade walked over and reached out to grab Quinn's chin.

"He's talking nonsense."

After saying that, he twisted the blade sharply and with a snap, dislocated Kun's jaw.

"Are you that sure?" Jon asked casually, seeing Blade's decisiveness.

"Because New York City's XXXX is a strip club," Blade said casually. "Whistler's favorite place."

Jon looked surprised, seemingly not expecting that the old man with a string of awesome titles would have such a hobby.

"I see." Jon extended his right hand. "By the way, I am Jon, Jon Yovik."

"I know, JOJO, I heard you."

Blade grasped Jon's right hand and said, "Eric Brooks."

Their hands touched briefly before separating.

Suddenly, with a loud bang, a large hole was blasted open in the ceiling above their heads!

Star Platinum suddenly appeared in front of Jon Snow, blocking all the flying rocks.

Jon breathed a sigh of relief, only to hear a voice behind him.

"What is this?"

Blade stared at the phantom of the Platinum Star, his brows furrowing slightly behind his sunglasses.

To be honest, the Platinum Star is a bit of a challenge to his worldview.

"This is..." Jon was about to explain.

"Hey!"

Whistler descended from the sky, gripping the rappelling rope, and landed in an exaggerated superhero-like pose.

"Wow!" Jon clapped his hands. "A superhero landing!"

"snort."

The old hunter smiled with satisfaction and reached out to brush the dust off his leather coat.

"Who just said I went to a strip club?"

Whistler's gaze locked onto the blade.

Seeing this, Blade turned away and remained silent.

"Playing dumb again, huh?" Whistler scoffed, then his eyes lit up as he turned to Jon. "Jon! You believe in—"

"If you dare say another word, I'll shave all your hair off."

Jon threatened.

Upon hearing this, Whistler immediately covered his long, flowing hair and said, "Just kidding!"

He then pulled out his notebook and quickly jotted down the sentence: "This threat is pretty good too; I can add it to my album."

After a while.

"So," Whistler crossed his arms, "what did you actually find out?"

"He's a tough nut to crack."

Jon kicked Quen, who was embedded in the wall.

"They won't say anything no matter what you ask, and if they do, it'll all be a lie."

Whistler's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said excitedly:

"Rolling meat? I'm best at cooking this kind of thing."

He magically produced a stun gun, a garlic extract syringe, and a silver torture device from his backpack.

"A professional interrogation kit that will guarantee you can even find out the name of his first love."

"Then remember to ask clearly."

Jon turned to walk toward the exit, then suddenly stopped and turned back to add:

"And why did Deacon insist on capturing us alive?"

Jon wasn't unaware of what he was saying; rather, he was intentionally reminding Blade to be careful.

"No need to ask anymore, I've already figured it out."

Whistler pulled a roll of yellowed parchment from his pocket and handed it to Jon.

But Jon only glanced at the writing on the parchment before silently pushing it back.

"I don't understand."

Whistler choked, then reluctantly took back the parchment, saying:

"Then I'll send it to your email address."

"it is good."

The three exchanged contact information, and Jon prepared to leave.

"etc!"