"What a bunch of idiots! Actually wanting to attack our boss's auction. When the ti cos, we will catch you all in one fell swoop."
"What a pity, so many things, and they aren't mine. A bunch of damn old n!!"
Looking at these dazzling treasures before him, Owl couldn't help but complain.
The Shadow Beasts are the most powerful Nen user organization under the Ten Dons. The strength of each mber is very formidable.
Owl is even more so an outstanding figure among them.
It's just that his ability is sowhat special. His own combat power might not be particularly outstanding, but his ability is very unique!
Nen Ability: Fun Fun Cloth!
Conjuration ability!
He can conjure a special cloth wrapper, sowhat similar to the Hundred-Treasure Pouch in novels. It can hold absolutely anything, even living people. Things placed inside will directly shrink.
So arranging for him to co and pack up all the items in the entire vault to take away is the most appropriate. This way, not only does it deceive the public eye, but it is also very convenient and won't attract the attention of others.
Owl began to use his ability to pack up these things. Many good items also made him incredibly red-eyed with envy. But he understood very clearly that these were all the belongings of those mafia bosses. If he dared to take even one extra piece, he would absolutely be a corpse in the wilderness tomorrow.
They can all only be admired from afar, not toyed with!
Finally.
After expending over ten minutes, everything in the entire vault was completely packed up cleanly, not even leaving behind the dust on the floor.
This made Owl himself couldn't help but sigh at the excellence of his ability.
If anyone else had co, they absolutely wouldn't have been able to do it as beautifully as he did.
Moving these things out would absolutely attract the attention of many people, and if not careful, a battle would erupt. But him coming was completely different.
No one discovered him; it was absolutely silent.
"I'm exhausted, but the boss said that for this ti, he will give a full two hundred million in reward. After finishing this job, I need to find a few won to have so fun, and make those whores wail beneath !!"
An excited expression appeared at the corners of Owl's mouth.
Just as he turned around preparing to leave, a strange voice suddenly ca from behind him.
"You've truly worked hard. If the things are packed, you can put them down, and you can leave."
This voice made Owl's footsteps co to an abrupt halt, his entire person as if a pause button had been pressed.
The next instant, he directly swept a backhand whip kick over. The astonishing force even caused the air to pop.
But what made his pupils shrink was that the opponent directly widened the distance as if teleporting, perfectly dodging his attack.
"Your ability is very good, but your unard combat skills are quite diocre, and your own vigilance is also quite low. I truly don't know what these mafias were thinking, finding a weakling like you as a fighter."
The man shrugged sowhat boredly.
The one who spoke was strikingly a clown with a smile on his face.
Hisoka!
And he also brazenly revealed his back, upon which there was clearly a spider mark, and the number 4!
In the instant he saw this mark, Owl's pupils abruptly shrank, the hairs all over his body standing on end, his eyes becoming very dangerous and vigilant.
Phantom Troupe!!
It's actually the Phantom Troupe!!
These guys are notorious wanted criminals. They do things without any rules whatsoever. Regardless of whether it's the mafia or ordinary people, as long as they offend this group of guys, they will be killed.
So even within the mafia, their reputation is quite bad.
But... this is truly looking down on people too much. He is a dignified leader of the Shadow Beasts!
To actually be mocked by the opponent that his combat power is weak?
Do they really think the Shadow Beasts are just dead weight? This is the most powerful Nen user organization under the Ten Dons!!
Owl's expression beca ferocious.
If he could capture this guy before him, and then follow the vine to find the lon to find the entire Phantom Troupe and kill them all, this should be considered a great rit, right?
When the ti cos, his reputation will inevitably resound throughout the entire city!!
Thinking of this, his smile beca even more ferocious.
He waved his hand.
Instantly, a large black cloth fell towards Hisoka's direction.
"Tch... hehe."
Hisoka chuckled.
His figure disappeared from where he stood, threads of electrical arcs leaping in the original spot.
When Owl reacted, he found that the opponent was already standing behind him.
He didn't even react to when the opponent had passed through.
Just what exactly did the opponent do?
This doubt surfaced in Owl's mind. Then he found the surrounding world spinning, his field of vision tumbling completely out of control. In this tumbling instant, not only did he see this Number 4 mber of the Phantom Troupe before him!
He even saw a familiar figure behind him.
To be exact, it should be himself, without a head.
And a card fell to the ground.
He... was dead!?
This thought surfaced in his mind in the last second, and then his vision went black, and he lost consciousness.
[Ding! You killed one of the Shadow Beast mbers, Owl]
[Ding! Randomly plundering opponent's traits in progress—]
[Ding! Congratulations on obtaining [Conjuration Talent] (Purple), [Fun Fun Cloth] (Gold), [Movent Technique] (Double Blue)]
[Ding! Your [Conjuration Talent] (Purple) automatically fuses, advancing to [Conjuration Talent] (Double Purple)]
...
A voice like heavenly music rang out in Riku's mind.
Invisibly, countless energies flooded into his limbs and bones.
His Conjuration talent upgraded to the Double Purple level.
More importantly, he luckily obtained the ability this guy was most proud of.
Trait: [Marvellous Cloth Wrapper] (Gold) Effect: You can use this ability to shrink any item or person and put them into the pouch. This effect can encircle the target; the strength of the encirclent is determined by the strength of the user's ability.
This is simply an ability like a Hundred-Treasure Pouch.
A must-have item for ho travel, robbing houses, and pillaging.
Perfect!!
"Hehe, oh, a guy hiding behind the scenes? Rest assured, before long, our Troupe will kill all of you, you bunch of old things."
Hisoka suddenly stepped forward and casually took out a hidden pinhole cara from the jacket pocket of Owl's headless corpse.
After saying these words, he directly crushed it with his fingers.
He could only say this guy Owl was an idiot.
He didn't even know that peeping and eavesdropping devices were installed on his own body. Even if he hadn't dealt with this guy, this guy was destined to only serve as a tool person for his entire life.
Because all the words he said in the vault had already been heard by his superiors.
But for Hisoka Riku, it was different. Possessing Super Five Senses, he clearly perceived the existence of this thing.
Since he was putting on a show, he had to do it completely, naturally needing to perform clearly for them.
At this mont.
The Ten Dons.
A group of mafia bosses strikingly saw Hisoka's face clearly, as well as the words he said.
Their expressions instantly beca incredibly ugly.
"F*ck! This is too much!! Phantom Troupe, is it!! No matter how much trouble these guys caused in the past, we rely turned a blind eye. Now they actually target us."
"Damn it!! Arrange for people to go over imdiately. Absolutely do not let them take the things away, kill them all!"
"Damn it!! Damn idiots!!!"
"Prepare thermal weapons! And arrange for the Shadow Beasts to go over!! The Phantom Troupe... should be erased from now on!!"
...
Hisoka's words thoroughly enraged the Ten Dons.
They were famous figures in the mafia world, yet now they were actually being shit on by a young man, who even threatened them through the cara. This was an absolute humiliation they could not tolerate for their entire lives.
It was a rare occurrence for this group of old guys, almost without any comrcial consideration, to be incredibly united for the first ti, swearing to eradicate the Phantom Troupe Hisoka belonged to!!
One must know that the treasures they sent over for this auction were priceless, even representing years of painstaking effort from the entire mafia.
Having these things robbed would absolutely be a very severe blow to them, even potentially leading to instability in their status.
This debt absolutely must be settled.
And it could only be washed clean with blood!
Inside the vault.
Hisoka Riku leisurely looked at the cloth bag that dropped to the ground before him.
Hisoka killed the person, the Phantom Troupe drew the aggro.
It had nothing to do with him.
Moreover.
As expected.
After this guy died, the cloth bag created by his ability also gradually disappeared, and then all the things were about to spew out like a blowout.
But at this mont, Hisoka Riku waved his hand.
A golden silk cloth, more than 10 tis larger than the one Owl used back then, spread open.
If when Owl used this ability it was like a beggar's tattered sack, then when Riku used it, it looked completely like a Hundred-Treasure Pouch, appearing an unknown number of tis stronger.
In just a few short breaths, all the items were directly completely wrapped by this golden silk cloth, and then shrunk into a tiny, pretty golden silk ribbon that fell into Riku's hand.
"Hehe~ The items inside here should be worth no less than a hundred billion Jenny, right?"
Riku didn't have much concept of the value of the items inside, but it didn't matter. They were all in his hands anyway; when the ti ca, he could just find soone randomly to ask.
He casually placed the small bag into his pocket.
So comfortable!
Perfect!
This Shadow Beast organization is truly a good organization, actually giving him such a good ability.
He even felt that although this trait was only Gold, it didn't yield in the slightest compared to Red traits. At least this thing was simply too convenient to use.
He would never have to worry about the problem of large and small bags taking up space again in the future.
"Alright, let's go. Good night, Makka Pakka."
Hisoka Riku glanced at Owl's corpse lying on the ground, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
These guys are the black gloves of the mafia, their hands stained with blood. Who knows how many countless ordinary civilians died by their hands.
Killing this guy didn't give him any psychological burden. Even killing him 100 tis or 10,000 tis wouldn't be enough to make up for the monstrous sins he committed.
I, Riku...
Am a good person, eliminating evil for the people!
"Open the door!!"
Hisoka Riku called out.
The few guards standing outside froze for a mont, because they felt the voice seed a bit off.
But from beginning to end, they hadn't seen anyone go in, and the entire vault only had this one entrance, no exits.
They didn't have ti to think too much either; once they offended the Shadow Beasts, they would have to bear the consequences in the future.
The few guards hastily ca over and slowly opened this incredibly heavy vault door.
When the vault door opened, these guards present were completely dumbfounded.
Because standing before them was strikingly not the Shadow Beast mber who had just entered, but a very unfamiliar guy.
The cara at the vault entrance also clearly captured Hisoka's face.
"Y... who are you? Where is... Lord Owl?"
A mafia guard asked in astonishnt.
"Lord... Lord Owl is dead!!! Stop him!! Stop him!! Don't let him escape."
Another mafia guard suddenly saw the corpse inside through the crack in the door. Owl's head had already been severed, and the corpse was still lying in a pool of blood. It seed he absolutely couldn't survive. He shouted in shock and anger.
"Sigh... So noisy and clamorous, truly impolite."
Hisoka Riku shook his head and lightly flicked his ten fingers.
Poker cards flew out one by one.
These ordinary guards were fundantally not a match and instantly had their heads severed.
The manner of death was exactly the sa as that Owl!
[Ding! You killed...]
[Ding! You randomly plundered...]
[Ding! You killed...]
...
A series of system notification sounds rang out in his mind, but Riku felt indifferent to these system prompts. Because the traits dropped by these ordinary small mobs were all ordinary Green and Blue traits.
And there were no special traits, not even Nen...
Nen is still quite rare after all.
But no matter how small a mosquito leg is, it's still at. Since the system automatically picked them up for him anyway, the useless ones were all directly shattered to pile up the experience bar.
The entire vault was directly washed in blood, and then the caras were destroyed.
After all, them getting evidence of Hisoka's cri was enough, proving that the underground vault was emptied by the Phantom Troupe was OK!
However.
It was assud that the guys from the Troupe would truly arrive before long. He should leave so surprises for them.
After Hisoka Riku ensured all the caras were destroyed, he raised his hand.
Instantly, all the corpses and blood on the ground floated up.
Lightning flashed!
Everything turned to ashes!
Riku was now thoroughly familiar with this routine. Anyway, obliterating mafia mbers felt no different from killing fish.
Afterwards...
These mbers resurrected again.
To be exact.
They were created using the Lightning Nen Beast ability, paired with the Multiple Minor Five Elents Clone Technique.
And these guys were given the simplest AI program.
That is... to give them a bit of art when the ti cos!
Explosion... is art!
Boom—
Hahahahahaha!
After Hisoka Riku settled all this, he finally left this place in a very good mood.
At this mont.
The auction officially began.
Countless guests and tycoons gathered, all upper-class figures and elites of society.
Dalzoll was also responsible for inspecting the auction venue, his expression incredibly grim.
"The number of people attending the auction this ti is quite a bit more than last ti, and those participating are basically prominent figures within organizations. I've even seen so mafia bosses personally arrive at the venue. Captain... you absolutely must protect !"
He felt sowhat nervous.
Because Neon's prophetic poem inferred that so problems might occur at this auction. Then, as the vice-captain, he would inevitably bear the brunt of it.
Back door.
Baise, Basho, and the others were stationed here.
"Aren't these the Nostrade family's bodyguards? They truly look like a bunch of small fry, actually being arranged at the back to slack off."
"Shh, keep your voice down, you'll be heard."
Several patrolling bodyguards couldn't help but grumble.
Guarding the back door was the most leisurely job, and also the matter with the lowest risk factor. They were incredibly envious.
Baise felt sowhat itchy. If it were according to so of her past habits, she would have directly used her ability to control the opponents.
But now.
She felt she needed to control her ability, even sowhat loathing her own ability.
Because it required... kissing to take effect!
Back then, the Captain disliked her precisely because of this. If she hadn't been like that, perhaps... the Captain might have...
Baise felt sowhat flustered.
"If you guys keep spouting bullshit here, be careful or I'll set the dogs to bite you!"
Squala commanded a few hounds, his expression unfriendly.
Basho also glared at these people.
These patrolling bodyguards were frightened by the fierce dogs and repeatedly backed away, fleeing.
"I wonder how things are on the Captain's side. I hope this auction goes peacefully."
"Peacefully is impossible. Every year, an auction of this level will have so hiccups, but they are all within a controllable range. After all, many who co here are mafia bosses. So friction is unavoidable."
"Sigh..."
The group discussed.
And at this mont.
Auction underground vault.
A thin, emaciated man walked in unimpeded.
"Lord!"
Upon seeing this person, the guards responsible here successively made way.
Because he was one of the famous Shadow Beasts, the strongest combat force under the Ten Dons!
"Mm, continue to guard this place well. Open the door."
The thin man's lips curled up slightly, revealing a lofty expression as he glanced at these guards, and then took out his personal token of authority.
A black token, strikingly bearing a large character written with bold, sweeping strokes.
Owl!
This was also his title!
The people from the Ten Dons would understand everything upon seeing this; he was soone they couldn't afford to offend.
As expected.
Upon seeing this token and the person himself, the expressions of the guards present changed slightly. They didn't dare to et his gaze at all, trembling all over as they stepped aside.
Owl walked unimpeded to the front of the vault, and then took out a key from his pocket.
In reality, yesterday, after receiving Neon's prophetic poem, these mafia bosses, including Light Nostrade, unanimously agreed that all the items in these vaults should be transferred away in advance, just in case.
Because the things ntioned in the prophetic poem were not good!
So Owl was arranged to co over. In reality, not many valuable items would appear at this auction, because all the valuable items were in this vault and would all be taken away by him.
Clack!
The vault door, a full ter thick, was slowly opened. Owl walked directly inside, and then ordered those guards to close this heavy vault door.
This was a vault door forged from a special alloy.
Even if Netero, known as the world's strongest, arrived, breaking it open would absolutely not be a matter of a short while.
The security factor absolutely reached the highest level.
But what Owl didn't notice was that a peculiar little mosquito landed on the back of his clothes and followed him in.
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