The outskirts.
The wind blew fiercely, stirring people's hearts.
Kurapika, Dalzoll, Basho, Baise, lody, Squala, and the others had already arrived.
Uvogin was tightly bound by Kurapika's chains. With both arms severed, he had absolutely no strength left to struggle.
Riku stood in place, turned on his phone to check the ti, and then activated the recording function: "It's about ti. Do you have anything left to say, Uvogin?"
After enduring a night of tornt, Uvogin's mind had nearly completely collapsed.
He never dread that Riku actually possessed the terrifying ability to strip away others' abilities!
This even gave him a faint, terrifying premonition: after he was killed, it was highly likely his abilities would be stripped away by this monster before him as well.
If that were the case, this guy would beco the public enemy of the entire world.
But why did such a terrifying monster exist in this world?
"You are destined for hell! You are destined to go to hell! Even if I die, I will wait for you in hell!!!"
Uvogin 'looked' in Riku's direction and roared sowhat crazily.
"What a regrettable final wish. Unfortunately, your Boss and your team mbers don't seem to care much about you; they didn't even manage to see you one last ti. But don't worry, I will deliver your final words to them."
Riku turned off the recording and gave Kurapika a look.
Walking on the path of revenge, Kurapika felt an unprecedented calmness in his heart. The day he had dread of had finally arrived.
"When you killed my clansn back then, you probably didn't experience the feeling of facing death, did you? Then this ti, I hope you experience it properly."
Kurapika spoke with extre coldness.
He was still too rciful. He rely twitched his pinky finger, and the sharp chain sword pierced straight through Uvogin's heart.
An unprecedented agony made Uvogin violently cough up blood. He could feel his life rapidly draining away.
So this is what death feels like.
But in the next instant.
A faint arc of electricity directly pierced through his entire brain.
His CPU was fried!
[Ding! Congratulations on killing Phantom Troupe - Uvogin. Randomly plundering opponent's System Traits...]
[Ding! Plunder successful... Congratulations on acquiring [Full Body Enhancent Defense] - Gold, [Big Bang Impact] - Double Gold.]
[Ding! [Lucky Star] - Gold has been used. Guarantees the designated drop of [Enhancent Type Nen Talent] - Double Gold.]
A voice as beautiful as the sounds of nature rang out in Riku's mind.
Then, a boundless amount of energy and information flooded into his four limbs, bones, and brain.
In that split second, Riku felt as if he had transford into Uvogin, experiencing decades of grueling training through freezing winters and scorching sumrs, forging his physique step by step.
He also experienced countless life-and-death battles, continuously honing his various skills to their peak.
Not bad!
A pity.
Everything you have done has just paved the way for .
Riku clearly felt the changes in his body; his physique had visibly ascended another tier.
System Trait: [Full Body Enhancent Defense] - Gold Description: This trait elevates your physical toughness to an unprecedented level. Even without using any aura, your skin is extrely difficult to pierce with ordinary sharp weapons.System Trait: [Big Bang Impact] - Double Gold Description: The signature move of Phantom Troupe's Uvogin, an imnsely powerful technique comprehended through half a lifeti of effort. By utilizing vibrations, it can maximize the spread of your attack. This vibration effect can penetrate ordinary tal armor.System Trait: [Enhancent Type Nen Grandmaster] - Double Gold Description: Your Nen talent is astonishing, a one-in-fifty-million existence!
The descriptions of these traits were very simple, but each one was incredibly astonishing.
Fortunately, he had specifically saved a use of his Lucky Star for this guy, Uvogin, forcefully delaying it by a day. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to force this guy's Nen talent to drop this ti.
A Double Gold-level talent!
It was practically on par with a Child of Destiny like Gon.
Uvogin truly deserved his title as the number one in destructive power within the entire Troupe.
Moreover, this [Big Bang Impact] gave Riku a very pleasant surprise.
Because currently, among all of Riku's traits, his most outstanding was naturally his Enhancent ability, and what he excelled at most right now were close-quarters fist attacks.
But unlike Uvogin's attack thod, Riku purely suppressed his opponents with absolute power.
Now, with this fist technique trait dropped by Uvogin, Riku's fist arts had leaped to an unprecedented realm.
It was equivalent to a Shockwave Punch!
The main reason Uvogin's punch could cause such a massive area of destruction was its ability to generate vibrational ripples.
When this kind of punch landed on an opponent's defensive armor, ordinary iron armor was completely unable to block it; the vibrations would simply pass right through. Instead, softer armors would actually provide better defense.
But obviously, while soft armor was good at defending against vibrational waves, it was very ineffective against head-on impacts.
This ant that directly after acquiring this fist technique, Riku's armor-piercing attack effect skyrocketed.
If I were to fight Uvogin again now, it's highly likely I could directly blow him to pieces within three punches.
Riku felt the surging battle intent within his body; he really wanted to test out this new fist technique right here.
But obviously, with so many people present, it wasn't a very good ti.
Seeing this wanted criminal, who had an astronomical bounty of billions on the black market, die right in front of them, Dalzoll and the others couldn't help but feel profoundly shocked!
Their understanding of Riku's strength was refreshed once again.
Kurapika had now finally completed a part of his revenge. The scarlet hue in his eyes gradually faded, and he bowed deeply, a full 90 degrees, towards Riku.
"Riku... thank you."
All the gratitude in his heart was contained within these simple words.
He understood that without Riku, his path of revenge would have inevitably been incredibly bumpy. But now, he had finally achieved a piece of his vengeance.
Although it was only the beginning, he believed the rest of his revenge wouldn't be too far away.
"Let's go, Kurapika. Tomorrow, we continue."
Riku stuffed his hands into his pockets, turned, and started walking away. He glanced back at Dalzoll and the others, who were still standing there dumbfounded, and furrowed his brows slightly.
"C-Captain... Th-that... that Uvogin's head has a bounty of eight billion Jenny on the black market!!"
Dalzoll hurriedly reminded him.
"Oh?"
Riku paused for a mont, a smile appearing on his face. "Didn't expect you to still be so valuable even after you died. Then help sell this old thing. You guys can take a 10% cut."
After saying that, he directly left with Kurapika.
Hearing this, the group was montarily stunned, and then a look of wild ecstasy appeared on everyone's faces.
A 10% cut!
Of eight billion Jenny, that was eight hundred million Jenny!
Split among them, each person would get over a hundred million Jenny!
To them, this was absolutely a windfall of monuntal wealth.
And the only reason they obtained this unexpected fortune was because they were in Riku's small group.
Although this might draw the Troupe's hatred, by comparison, they believed Riku was the truly most powerful existence in this world.
As for household nas like Netero, they were too far removed from them; Riku was their true reality.
...
In the Nostrade Mafia Family.
After the auction ended, the commission was practically considered finished.
Because the original content of the protection detail was to ensure Neon and her group's safety during the auction period.
"Boss, the bodyguards' salaries have been disbursed. Should we consider continuing to employ them as our family's bodyguards?" a butler asked respectfully.
"Hehe, they're just a bunch of lackeys. I heard the Ten Dons' Shadow Beasts seem to have been wiped out because they offended the Troupe... Without the Shadow Beasts, it seems it's ti for the Ten Dons to give up their seats. How is that prophetic poem I asked Neon to write for coming along?
Let see just how long it will take for to sit in a Ten Dons' seat."
Light Nostrade puffed on a cigar, his mood exceedingly good.
He had brought very few items to this auction, mainly because his precious daughter wanted to attend, so he had no choice but to co.
Even though the auction's vault had been completely robbed bare, his losses were very minimal.
Moreover, very few of the Nostrade family's own subordinates had co here; it was basically all hired hands like Dalzoll and the others.
Therefore, after learning that the Ten Dons' Shadow Beast organization had been completely annihilated, causing the Dons to jump in fury one by one, he was absolutely thrilled on the inside.
Without the Shadow Beast organization, the positions of the Ten Dons were inevitably unstable.
Especially those Mafia factions who had been suppressed by them in the past; they were already showing signs of wanting to incite internal conflict. In fact, just today, several Mafia bosses had co to find him, hoping to recomnd him to beco one of the new Ten Dons!
Being crowned without even trying—this was exactly what he wanted.
Light Nostrade couldn't help but curl his lips upward. This Troupe attack had caused severe losses for the vast majority of Mafia factions, yet he himself remained almost entirely unscathed.
"But Boss... after this battle, the Phantom Troupe's strength will likely be reassessed. Even for us, they are extrely dangerous. If we don't expand our bodyguard detail, once we encounter those guys..." the butler voiced his concerns.
"Hehe, in this world, money makes the world go round. The Phantom Troupe is indeed strong, but no matter how strong they are, they are still just humans. And as long as they are human, they have desires. Whether it's money, power, or won, whatever they want, I can give them. Go contact the Troupe... tell them that my Nostrade Family is willing to support them...
The condition is that they beco my hands."
Light Nostrade narrowed his eyes slightly, took a drag from his cigar, and blew out a puff of smoke.
In his eyes, there was nothing in this world that money couldn't solve.
At least in his past decades of life experience, he had practically solved 99% of his problems with money. Relying on his daughter's ability, he easily pursued good fortune and avoided disaster.
From being an absolutely ordinary person, he had risen to the position of a Mafia boss reigning above the vast majority of factions in the world.
This gave him unprecedented confidence, making him feel that his era had finally arrived.
"Hehe... A very nice plan."
Suddenly.
A frivolous laughter rang out.
Light Nostrade's smile instantly froze. To his astonishnt, he saw a figure sitting on the windowsill not far away in the hall. He had no idea when this person had arrived.
This eerie laughter ca exactly from this figure.
"Who are you!!"
The several bodyguards hiding in the dark instantly sprang into action, even drawing their guns directly, preparing to shoot.
Pfft! Pfft!
But after a few flashes of black light, they fell down even faster.
Twelve bodyguards! Every single one a top-tier expert with an annual salary of over a hundred million!
They were of a higher caliber than Dalzoll!
Yet they directly collapsed to the ground without even reacting. A blood-red playing card was lodged in each of their foreheads, necks, or hearts.
A bolt of lightning flashed outside the window.
It illuminated the shadowed figure on the windowsill.
Of course, it was a man with clown makeup. The corners of his mouth bore a faint smile as he slowly walked towards him.
If it wasn't Hisoka, who could it be?
Or rather.
It was Hisoka, returning for revenge after having his arm severed.
Although his other arm was fake, his current strength seed to have advanced another step compared to before. His playing cards had all been changed to blood-red.
This was a promise he made to himself!
He would use these blood-red cards to sever Riku's four limbs and complete his revenge!
"Wh... Who are you!? Sobody! Sobody co quick!!"
Light Nostrade instantly panicked. He stumbled up, even dropping his cigar to the floor, his hands trembling as he reached for the pistol at his waist.
These twelve bodyguards were experts he had specially scouted!
Although they couldn't compare to the level of the Shadow Beasts, they were absolutely top-tier fighters.
But in that split second just now, he couldn't even clearly see how his bodyguards died.
The butler hurriedly aid his gun at Hisoka, his voice trembling, "Don't... don't co any closer!! Boss! Run!! Run quickly!!"
"But... But Neon..."
Nostrade was terrified. "Just... just who sent you? Was it the Ten Dons? What did they give you? I'll give you double! No, triple! I'll give you five tis as much!!!"
"How much money do you want? A billion Jenny? Ten billion? No, no, fifty billion!! I'll give you fifty billion Jenny! A hundred billion!!!"
Nostrade's voice trembled violently.
Bang—
The butler fired.
But to their astonishnt, the opponent didn't make any motion to dodge. Instead, an invisible film appeared in front of him. The bullet struck the film and could advance no further.
It was exactly as if it had hit rubber and was directly bounced off, falling down.
The distorted bullet casing dropped to the ground.
This instantly made Light Nostrade and his butler's scalps tingle with fear.
"Sigh, firing a gun so carelessly is really impolite."
Hisoka smiled, brushing past the butler.
Then, a terrified scream echoed through the entire hall.
The butler realized in horror that, starting from his arms, his body was turning into blood-red cherry blossoms and scattering away.
His arms, his chest, and then his entire body...
Ultimately, only a head remained, dropping to the floor. The expression of terror was still frozen on his face, his mouth wide open, dying with his eyes wide open.
Seeing this, Light Nostrade literally wet his pants on the spot.
Another bolt of lightning flashed outside the window.
This ti, he finally got a clear look at the opponent's appearance, as well as a peculiar tattoo exposed on the opponent's waist.
It was a crimson spider tattoo.
And there was also a symbol: "4"!
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