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Before he could finish speaking, he burst into unrestrained laughter.

"Huh?"

At this moment, if Light Nostrade couldn't see that the other party was deliberately picking a fight to humiliate him, he might as well not be the boss of a mafia.

He shook his head, "A man's jealousy is truly unbearable."

Light Nostrade's words completely tore open the bloody wound in the heart of the short, stout man.

Bang!!

The short, stout man, enraged and humiliated, swung his fist directly at Light Nostrade's unsuspecting face.

His forehead veins bulged, his temples throbbed, and a terrifying grimace was plastered on his face.

"Stop!!"

Dalzollene, the head bodyguard employed by the Nostrade family, immediately stepped forward and pressed his sword against the stout man's neck.

"Bastard, what do you think you're doing?!"

Veins still pulsing on his forehead, the stout man turned his fierce gaze towards Dalzollene.

"If you're going to kill me, then do it! But do you dare?!"

As he spoke, he deliberately pushed his neck closer to Dalzollene's blade, wearing a provoking expression as if daring him to try.

A bead of sweat slowly trickled down Dalzollene's forehead.

He truly didn't dare to do anything to this stout man.

Meanwhile, a dark gun barrel was also aimed at Dalzollene's forehead.

"Dalzollene, stand down," Light Nostrade commanded.

"Zenji, stop it. Don't stoop to the level of such a character."

The stout man casually dismissed his own bodyguards, his words full of disdain towards Dalzollene.

"Hmph!"

He adjusted his collar, "No one acknowledges that you climbed up here through genuine skill!!"

Throwing down this harsh remark, the stout man prepared to walk forward.

However~

"Hmm?"

He looked up, seeing a young man in a black trench coat blocking his path.

"Kid, get out of the way!!"

The stout man waved his hand dismissively at the young man in front of him, as if shooing away a fly, showing clear disdain.

"Kid?"

Morin glanced around, then pointed at himself, "Are you talking to me?"

"Who else?!"

The stout man's mood was already sour, and seeing Morin's oblivious demeanor only fueled his anger. "Get out of my way, like a dog blocking the road!!"

The stout man vented all his frustration on Morin standing before him.

He was, after all, part of the mafia, and had always been unscrupulous in such matters.

But...

"Why does he look familiar?!"

The stout man felt as if he had seen this young man somewhere before.

Moreover, the attire of the person in front of him clearly didn't match the standard gear of their mafia family.

So, who exactly was he?!

"Is that so?"

Before he could ask, Morin nodded slightly, "Your mouth really is something else."

Smack!

A loud slap landed on the stout man's face, sending him flying into the air.

Blood sprayed from his mouth, along with his gray teeth, scattering down from the sky.

"Boss?!"

The bodyguard named Zenji's face suddenly changed.

First, because his boss was beaten to such a state, and he failed to fulfill his duty as a bodyguard.

Second, because the opponent's speed... he didn't even see it coming!!!

Zenji himself was a Nen user, and while he wasn't exceptionally strong, he was more than capable of looking down on someone like Dalzollene.

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Yet, even so, he couldn't even catch a glimpse of the opponent's shadow as they struck right under his nose. The opponent's strength... was formidable!

Not just him, Dalzollene also realized this. He immediately positioned himself protectively in front of his boss, Light Nostrade, watching Morin with a wary eye.

But soon, his gaze froze, and his eyes widened, pupils constricting sharply.

"Your appearance..."

He blurted out, "It's almost identical to the person in the photos released earlier!!"

During the underground arena events, the Ten Dons had distributed photos of Morin and his group, each with a bounty of twenty billion.

These photos were surely scrutinized by every mafia family, memorizing the faces.

Now, seeing Morin's face, which was almost identical to the one in the photo, Dalzollene felt as if he had plunged into an icy abyss.

"You're... a member of the Phantom Troupe."

He forced the words out with difficulty. As he spoke, Light Nostrade behind him, along with the stout man's bodyguard, Zenji, also had their expressions drastically change.

Light Nostrade now fully understood why Dalzollene reacted the way he did. He too recognized Morin's face!!

Immediately, all his previous calm and elegance vanished, replaced by shouts of concern for his own life:

"Why is a member of the Phantom Troupe here?!!"

He shouted, "Someone, anyone!! The target has appeared~!!! Kill him!!!"

Light Nostrade clamored, while the stout man's bodyguard, Zenji, had already pulled out an alarm and pressed it with force.

Instantly, the entire hotel echoed with a piercing siren. The crowd buzzed with agitation, the noise gradually rising.

Morin watched all this unfold with cold indifference, showing no intention of stopping their actions.

Because--

"Two seconds."

Morin suddenly spoke.

"That's the time it would take me to kill all of them, even if they surrounded this place completely."

"So, your actions seem rather futile and laughable to me."

As Morin spoke, his figure flickered and vanished from their sight.

"Where did he go?!"

Dalzollene and Zenji, both Nen users, felt their hair stand on end, while Light Nostrade hadn't even reacted yet.

"You went through so much trouble to gather a bunch of assassins to ambush us; it must have been hard for you."

Swoosh!

Morin's voice suddenly came from behind them, causing Dalzollene and Zenji to turn around instantly.

They saw Morin stepping on the stout man's face.

To be precise, on his mouth.

"Let go of my boss!!"

Zenji wanted to shout to bolster his courage, but faced with Morin's mysterious methods, his lips trembled, and his voice came out low.

Meanwhile, Dalzollene, standing beside him, was trembling slightly with the sword in his hand.

Facing a member of the Phantom Troupe, who could effortlessly deal with even the Shadow Beasts, maintaining composure was nearly impossible.

Crack?

The sound of bones breaking echoed.

"What did you just say?"

Morin slowly retracted his foot, looking at Zenji.

Zenji glanced at his boss, who lay dead beyond recognition at Morin's feet, his lips quivering, unable to speak.

And just at that moment—

Swoosh swoosh swoosh!!

Several figures suddenly emerged from various corners, the experts who formed the assassin team in the room earlier.

"Is this really a member of the Phantom Troupe?!"

A man wearing a hood, with sickly eyes, scrutinized Morin from head to toe, a slight curve forming at the corner of his mouth:

"Just judging by the physical reflexes and strength, it's enough to conclude that he's an extraordinarily powerful opponent, one that's truly exciting."

"I haven't felt this thrilled in a long time, hehehe..."

His face once again twisted into a perverse smile.

Aside from him, the others either looked at Morin with serious expressions or with evident wariness.

While they observed Morin, he merely glanced at them casually, then lost interest.

In the original version, this group might have had some perceptive skills, noticing Chrollo's extraordinary nature.

But in terms of strength, they were mediocre at best, with Chrollo taking down five of them with just a pen.

Their weakness was such that even the process and scenes of their defeat weren't shown.

As for the strongest assassin among these six, who was looking at him with an incomprehensible gaze, laughing to himself under his hood, he too met a grim fate at the hands of the one he considered prey, Chrollo.

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