Chapter 10

Squeak—

Accompanied by the screeching sound of emergency brakes, a black sedan came to a stop at the entrance of the hotel owned by the Cappelli crime family.

Agostino, enveloped in tension and fear, pushed open the car door and barged in without a word.

Although he knew that such a rash action might anger the ruthless mob, the thought of his young son Allen possibly being beaten, tortured, or even cruelly killed by the mob filled him with an indescribable pain and guilt.

But just as he entered the lobby, this businessman who operated in the gray area suddenly sensed that something was amiss.

The receptionist at the front desk and the men in black suits were all gone, leaving only the aftermath of what seemed to be a disturbance.

Suddenly!

With a ding, the elevator doors slowly opened.

Two familiar figures walked out side by side.

One of them was none other than Marcus Cappelli, the master of the place and a key figure in the crime syndicate, and the other was Allen.

Despite the nearly forty-year age gap, the two seemed to chat and laugh without any barriers, looking from a distance like old friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time.

Why is this happening?

What on earth has happened?

Agostino stood there in shock, completely unsure whether he should go up and greet them or take his young son and run away.

At that moment, Marcus noticed him and immediately laughed as he approached, "Hey! Agostino! My old friend! What brings you here?"

"I..."

Agostino was clearly not used to such an overly enthusiastic attitude and didn't know how to respond.

After all, in their usual dealings, the other party always maintained a cold and superior demeanor. A 180-degree turn like this would be hard for anyone to adapt to.

"Relax, I've decided not to hold you accountable for losing the auction item, and our business relationship will continue as usual." Marcus patted the businessman's shoulder lightly.

"Not hold me accountable! Really?"

Hearing this, Agostino's eyes lit up, and his previously low spirits instantly turned to excitement.

"Of course! Because you have a good son, a very capable and outstanding son. I'm truly envious! It looks like you and your family's business are about to soar." Marcus glanced at the young man beside him, who wore a gentle smile.

Perhaps outsiders would never know that this seemingly harmless, even shy-looking young man was actually a terrifying psychic, who had killed over twenty bodyguards and gunmen without batting an eye, and then sat down to chat with him.

"Allen?"

Agostino was not a fool; he immediately realized that this change in attitude must have something to do with his young son, and he instinctively turned his gaze towards him.

"Don't misunderstand, Father. Mr. Marcus is just being polite. I just made a deal with him." Allen explained calmly.

"Ha ha, yes, a deal." Marcus chuckled, somewhat self-deprecatingly.

It was the first time in his life that he had made a deal under the threat of his life.

But considering the powerful effects of those magical items, especially the healing potions, he didn't feel like he had lost much.

After all, gunmen and bodyguards could be retrained and recruited, but missing an opportunity to rise to the top would be a lifelong regret.

"Since that's the case, now that the deal is done, can I take him home now?" Agostino cautiously probed.

At this moment, even a fool could sense that something was off.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that this powerful mob boss seemed to be a bit wary of his young son.

"Anytime! Also, if you ever encounter any problems or troubles in your business, feel free to come to me. I'll help you solve them. It's part of the deal."

After saying this, Marcus Cappelli took out his phone, made a call to someone, and then took the elevator back upstairs.

Only after watching Marcus leave did Agostino pull Allen into the car and signal the driver to start moving.

Although he wanted to ask his young son several times what he had done to change the attitude of a ruthless mob boss, he ultimately held back.

From the actions and expressions of both Marcus and Allen, it was clear that neither intended to reveal the content of the deal or what had happened between them.

But one thing was certain!

Allen had taken the upper hand and the initiative in this deal, while Marcus, a high-ranking member of the crime syndicate, was the weaker party.

They remained silent as the car finally pulled up to the entrance of the villa.

As he pushed open the car door, Agostino finally broke the silence, speaking in a very low voice, "Thank you! Thank you for saving our family and all our lives."

"You're too kind. After all, I'm also a member of this family, and it's only natural to contribute my share." Allen responded with a smile.

His mood was clearly very good, and he radiated happiness and joy.

With this crisis perfectly resolved, he could feel that the Nen ability of the original body's owner, which had been difficult to control and manipulate, was no longer as challenging.

On the contrary, it was fusing with his own Nen at an incredible speed.

There was no doubt that this was related to some kind of "pact" and "constraint," and it had been greatly enhanced after death.

Perhaps only when all the original body's owner's desires and wishes were completely fulfilled would this Nen ability truly become Allen's. Until then, he was merely borrowing it.

Looking into his young son's deep, calm eyes, Agostino's face showed a look of relief: "You're right! We are a family, and we will always consider each other no matter what. Let's go tell your brother and sisters the good news. I'm sure they are all waiting anxiously. Also, I hope you can tell us about this year's Hunter Exam at dinner. I'm sure it will be very interesting."

"I'd be happy to." Allen agreed without hesitation.

After this incident, he was almost certain that the more he integrated into this family, the stronger the original body's owner's residual Nen would become, and it would also be easier to control.

Moreover, he didn't dislike this feeling; he even enjoyed being unconditionally cared for and loved, knowing that no matter what he experienced outside, he had a home as his final haven.

Of course, when it came to telling the story of the Hunter Exam, he would selectively omit certain parts, especially the bloody scenes of Silva injuring the examiner and going on a killing spree. It would be best not to let these ordinary people, who had no Nen, know about it.

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