When the Yorknew Auction was ntioned, the subtle change in Law's expression didn't escape Chrollo's keen observation.
"It seems you know about the Yorknew Auction."
Chrollo slowly stood up and gently placed his teacup on the windowsill. Picking up the book he'd been reading earlier, he turned and walked toward one of the room's many bookshelves, carefully returning the book to its original place.
"You an, the only channel for Elder to obtain his collection is the Yorknew Auction?" Law asked as his gaze fixed on the brown liquid inside the mug in his hands.
With his back to Law, Chrollo looked up at the neatly arranged books on the bookshelf, and said, "Yes, since many Mafia leaders have too many enemies, every September, they need extra security before going to the Yorknew auction."
"Where there's demand, there's opportunity. The Elders provide security personnel under mutually beneficial terms, ensuring the safety of those in need and, in return, receiving sothing valuable."
"Because the East District's Elder is interested in collections, most of his clients heading to the Yorknew Auction seek ancient artifacts or treasures, and the paynt the Elder wants is to get a collectible from the client."
"It's only the late April now, so the Elder won't have new collections until the Yorknew Auction in September."
Chrollo's explanation directly dashed Law's hopes of using this thod to quickly earn money.
Rubbing his forehead, Law sighed in frustration as he processed the information.
At this ti, Chrollo continued: "Since we're on the topic of the Yorknew Auction, let tell you one more piece of information. You will be one of the security personnel at the Yorknew Auction in September this year."
'Security personnel… So essentially personal bodyguards.'
Law was stunned when he heard this. After all, Chrollo's tone wasn't speculative, but a definitive tone.
"And what if I refuse?" Law asked in a tentative tone.
Chrollo smiled slightly when he heard this, but since his back was facing away from Law, Law couldn't see it.
"You can refuse, but the Elder will remove the collar from the dog. And I'm not referring to the one in the basent."
Law understood and imdiately let out a resigned sigh, "It's quite troubleso."
Chrollo didn't say anything else. Instead, he stretched out his index finger and slid it across the neatly arranged books one by one, as if he was choosing the next book to read.
The Yorknew Auction was the stage where the Phantom Troupe appeared more than ten years later. In Law's impression, it can be abbreviated into three words: bloodbath among criminals!
Most of the casualties were mbers of the Mafia, and this incident had little to do with him, especially since it would happen over a decade later.
However, judging from his fragnts of mory, he knew that serving as a bodyguard for a mafia boss was far from an easy job, and it would inevitably involve life-and-death combat.
Not to ntion that they might encounter other hired Nen Users, even the guns held by the normal Mafia's mbers could potentially kill Nen Users who are not strong enough.
If Chrollo's words are accurate and he was appointed as one of the security personnel by the Elder, then he knew he will have to train his Nen Mastery to the point where he can resist bullets within a few months.
Law was not very resistant to this assignnt. After all, he could get in touch with artifacts and perhaps co across special items to enhance himself.
Thinking of this, Law shook his head, looked at Chrollo's back, and asked, "Let's set that aside for now. Are there any other ways to make money quickly?"
Chrollo's sliding fingers suddenly stopped. He understood that Law was determined to gather funds so that Machi and the others could recover more effectively.
The three million Jenny he'd already spent to help Machi and the others was the limit he could offer. After that, he was powerless to do anything more, and he also didn't want to find any other way to help Machi and the others.
The rules of survival were deeply ingrained in every mber of teor City. Chrollo knew they didn't need anyone to teach them what to do next.
However, Law, who was new to teor City, was different from them, so Chrollo knew that no matter what, Law wouldn't let Machi and the others fend for themselves.
After a brief pause, Chrollo remarked casually: "As long as you put your mind to it, there are countless ways to make money. The difference lies in the speed."
Law scratched his head and said seriously: "It'd be great if you could just talk normally for once."
Hearing what Law said, Chrollo didn't care. He pulled out the book that his fingertips were touching and said, "The fastest way, of course, is... plunder."
"Plunder..." Law raised an eyebrow.
Chrollo turned to face Law, and said, "Cook is wealthy, and I can give you his address. With your strength, Cook's subordinates shouldn't pose much of a threat.."
It was an incredibly blunt suggestion.
Law hesitated imdiately.
Although he had killed Cook with his own hands, Cook's cruel and cold attitude was still deeply engraved in his mind and he indeed deserved a fate worse than death. But Now robbing his money now felt a bit excessive.
To be honest, Law didn't like trouble, but Chrollo's suggestion seed to be the fastest way to make money.
"Chrollo, actually I have a proposal. I wonder if you are interested." Suppressing the restless thoughts in his heart, Law thought of the idea of opening a restaurant.
"Tell about it." Chrollo said as he walked towards the chair by the window. He was quite curious about Law's proposal.
Hearing this, Law said excitedly: " You provide the funding, and I provide the labor, how about opening a restaurant here in teor City?"
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Thirty minutes later, Law stood in front of a house with a lancholy look on his face. This was Cook's old hideout. In the end, he still ca to rob it. As for the restaurant idea...
'Why won't anyone believe ? Without competition, and with my cooking skills, opening a restaurant would definitely be a hit.'
Law sighed, rembering Chrollo's incredulous expression thirty minutes ago.
Can you imagine it?
Soone who usually maintained a calm, faint smile, unshaken by anything, actually showed such disbelief. Even if Chrollo hadn't said anything afterward, his expression alone had been the most definitive rejection.
Since the restaurant plan had fallen through, Law had no choice but to resort to robbery.
What he wanted to rob was Cook's wealth, so Law felt no guilt at all about this. After addressing a few concerns with Chrollo earlier, he went directly to Cook's previous hideout.
As long as no one was killed in teor Street, the Council of Elders would not care. Although Chrollo hadn't specified whether he could injure others, Law didn't bother to ask. After all, his Nen Ability didn't necessarily require hurting anyone.
If Cook's subordinates were weak enough, he wouldn't even need to use his Nen Ability.
Law walked to the door, extended his hand and knocked politely.
A mont later, the door was opened roughly, and a burly man glared down at Law coldly. Without asking his purpose, he directly said viciously: "Do you want to die?"
Law looked up at the burly man, who was easily close to two ters tall, and calmly replied, "No."
The burly man's face darkened and he raised his strong arms, as if he was going to take action imdiately.
"Wait a minute." Law said, holding up a hand to stop him.
The burly man didn't know what was wrong with him, but he actually stopped moving.
"Do you even know why I'm here?" Law asked.
The burly man kept his arms raised and shook his head.
"Oh, I'm here to rob you."
Before the words even settled, Law channeled a small amount of Aura to his foot and kicked the burly man straight into the house, causing an instant commotion inside.
On the building opposite the house, a red-haired boy was sitting on the windowsill on the third floor. After seeing this scene, the corners of his mouth curled up into an exaggerated arc.
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