"I'll look around a bit more first. I haven't seen this one before."
"If soone else buys it later, I'll co back."
The middle-aged man nodded calmly. "Of course."
Ron turned to leave, pretending to stroll casually. Once he was out of the man's line of sight, he pulled out his laptop and entered the address nchi had given him. He typed in the term "silver coin shell" in the search bar and pressed enter. But no results appeared.
"Nothing?"
After a brief hesitation, Ron called nchi. This ti, she wasn't busy and picked up imdiately.
"Ron."
"Senior nchi, there's sothing I need to ask."
"Go ahead."
Ron explained in detail. "That person I ran into last ti, the one recruiting people to catch Love Sardines—he showed up again today. But suddenly, he was no longer a regular person. He had disguised himself, even changed his appearance, and now he's in the ingredient market area, running a stall. There's a kind of ingredient displayed there, called 'silver coin shell.' I searched for it on the site you gave , but nothing ca up."
nchi frowned. "Silver coin shell? Never heard of it."
"He said these shells might contain silver coins, and opening one ans good luck."
"What do they look like?"
Ron sent her a picture ssage—an image of the shell. "It's just a normal shell," nchi replied after looking at it. "There's no such thing as a silver coin shell, and no such claim has ever existed."
At that mont, a figure approached the middle-aged man's stall. The person seed interested in the silver coin shells. After listening to the seller's explanation, the custor's eyes lit up and, without hesitation, bought one. The middle-aged man handed over a tool. The custor opened the shell and imdiately showed an expression of surprise and joy. The seller made a subtle shushing gesture. The custor lowered his voice, but the look of happiness on his face remained unchanged.
Ron, turning slightly, had caught the entire scene. With a thought, he began tailing the man.
"Senior nchi, hold on a mont—I think soone might've actually opened one..."
As he got closer, Ron deliberately bumped into the man. "Bang!"
The man stumbled, and the shell he was holding fell to the ground. "Ding!" A silver coin rolled out from inside.
The man cursed angrily, panicking as he scrambled to recover the coin. Ron noted the appearance of the coin before quickly disappearing. By the ti the man looked up, Ron was nowhere in sight.
"What terrible luck."
"Good thing I didn't lose my lucky coin. This is the symbol of my fortune."
Ron returned to the corner and described the silver coin's appearance to nchi. As she listened, her expression grew serious and heavy.
"That's no silver coin shell," she said.
"And that coin doesn't symbolize luck."
"The true na of that coin is the Cursed Silver Coin. I can't believe soone is pulling this kind of trick again."
"Ron, where are you right now? I'm coming to you."
Ron gave his location.
Ring ring!
Just as he ended the call, another one ca through. "Big brother, where are you? The food's almost all here!"
"You guys eat first. Sothing ca up over here."
Ron didn't say much. Before long, nchi arrived, clearly in a rush. Traces of so kind of culinary seasoning still lingered on her clothes—it was obvious she had dropped everything and co straight over, unwilling to waste even a second.
"Ron, where's that person?"
Ron pointed to where the middle-aged man was stationed. More people were approaching his stall to buy shells. Ron noticed that, although the man claid the chance of finding a silver coin was low, in reality, almost every single buyer ended up with one. This ant the probability was actually one hundred percent. And after obtaining the coins, the buyers all seed... different sohow.
nchi stared at the stall with open disgust in her eyes. "Ron, let handle this."
"Alright."
With that, nchi walked straight toward the man's stall. "Hello, I want to buy sothing," she said, her eyes fixed on him.
Without warning, her hand gripped the cooking knife at her waist and, with a lift, swung it directly at the man in a fierce chopping motion. A sharp whooshing sound sliced through the air. The man's pupils shrank violently as he dodged in haste. A light shield ford around him, blocking the attack.
Taking advantage of the mont, the man slipped into the crowd. nchi imdiately gave chase, but there were too many people. Her sudden action had thrown the entire market into chaos as everyone panicked and scattered. Amid the disorder, nchi lost sight of him. Though she was strong, the man seed to possess abilities of his own.
Her face darkened. The man, breathing heavily, reached a secluded alley. He glanced behind him, and when he saw that nchi hadn't caught up, he slapped his chest and let out a sigh of relief, a shadow passing across his face.
"That woman's insane!"
"Good thing I have the power and blessing of the Evil God."
He pulled out a mirror and examined his reflection. Compared to how he looked when running the stall, his appearance had changed dramatically—almost like a different person entirely.
But he didn't notice that, not far away, a figure had been standing there for so ti. Ron had used En. The man had received power and abilities, but such rapid enhancent was only force-fed growth. He was lacking in many areas.
He hadn't sensed Ron approaching at all. In Ron's hand was a tal bat. In the next instant, he swung it hard at the back of the man's head.
Bang!
The man's body stiffened instantly. His eyes rolled back.
Thud!
He collapsed to the ground without resistance. From start to finish, he hadn't realized Ron was even there.
Ron pulled out his phone. "Senior nchi, I've got him."
nchi froze for a second, then sounded overjoyed. "Perfect. Ron, where are you exactly? I'll be right there."
Ron gave her the location. Soon, nchi arrived, pulling out a rope that clearly wasn't ordinary—it carried Nen aura. It was a Nen tool.
Once she used it to bind the man, he was instantly forced into a Zetsu state, unable to use aura. The effect was similar to Kurapika's Chain Jail.
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