Chapter 61

It was clear that Alan had no idea that just one touch would allow the other party to mysteriously track his location.

However, even if he knew, he wouldn't care too much.

Because at this point, he was not afraid of being tracked, nor was he afraid of someone coming to cause trouble.

On the contrary, he even hoped that a large number of Nen users with intense hostility would come to him voluntarily, so he could have more cocoons to feed the red dragon—Vilnara Sas.

After a six-hour car ride, the two finally arrived at the city where the "Ghoul" Zebulon was located.

With the map refreshing every half hour, they quickly locked onto the target on the second floor of a house near the slums.

This was a somewhat thin, small man with a twisted and insane look in his eyes, just as he appeared in the wanted photos.

The only problem was that Zebulon's room was not empty; a woman in her early twenties was tied to the bed, her entire body covered in bruises and torture marks, curled up and sobbing and convulsing.

"This scumbag should be torn to pieces!" Bodoro put down his binoculars, clenched his fists, and suppressed his anger, growling.

"Right! You're absolutely right! This scumbag should be torn to pieces!" Alan nodded with a dark expression.

Since both were Nen users, they were particularly sensitive to auras and could clearly feel the extremely evil, deep, twisted, and sick Nen emanating from the scumbag nearby.

If they had arrived a few hours later, the victim inside would likely have been tortured to death, and by the time they were discovered, the body would have already rotted and stunk.

There was no way around it!

When Nen users start committing crimes, ordinary police, who are mainly responsible for maintaining public order, are powerless.

This is why the Hunter Association, which exists to deal with such situations, is recognized and supported by over 95% of countries and regions in the human world, and can even carry out cross-border arrests, interrogations, and executions with just a single license, actions that transcend the law.

After a brief observation of the surrounding environment and potential escape routes, Alan decisively said to the martial artist beside him, "Our current position is about 150 meters from that house. This means that when we get within 100 meters, the tracking map will immediately appear in the other party's hands. To ensure the victim's safety, I must use Jet to accelerate and rush in, separating Zebulon from the victim. You follow in to protect and rescue the girl. Got it?"

"No problem! Leave it to me!" Bodoro agreed without hesitation.

"Great! I'll count to three, and we'll act together. One, two, three, go!"

At the end of the countdown, Alan suddenly jumped from the roof of a building with over ten floors, activating his Jet Nen ability in mid-air.

The next second...

Boom!

The deafening explosion instantly shattered all the surrounding glass!

He himself was like a meteor, flying over a hundred meters in less than a second, and with the protection of "Hardening," he directly crashed through the wall.

At the same time, a map with a marker appeared in Zebulon's hand.

He instantly realized the situation was critical and immediately activated his Nen ability—Ghoul.

The thin, small man's muscles swelled, his skin grew a layer of keratin like old calluses, his hands and feet slowly turned into claws, and his mouth became twice as large, with teeth that were both sharp and pointed.

Just as he completed his transformation, Alan's fist arrived.

Bang!

No surprise!

Zebulon was thrown back, crashing into a concrete load-bearing wall.

With a loud boom, the entire wall collapsed and shattered, with bricks, stones, and rebar flying everywhere.

Under such a terrifying impact, his chest caved in, and his shoulder and the arm he tried to block with were severely fractured.

For a normal person, such injuries would be a death sentence.

But Zebulon's ability—Ghoul—clearly had an extremely strong recovery ability. In just a few seconds, all the broken bones, torn skin, muscles, and internal organs were completely restored.

"Enhanced self-healing Nen ability?"

Alan was slightly surprised by this.

He had used "Flow" to enhance the aura involved in the attack to nearly 70%.

Even if Chrollo had not used "Elastic Love" to defend and cushion the blow, he might have been instantly killed.

But this guy was able to quickly repair his shattered heart and broken arm, almost like an immortal.

"Ah! It hurts! Bastard! Who the hell are you?"

Zebulon struggled to get up from the ground, his face no longer human but more like a demon that had crawled out of hell.

"Good evening, Mr. Ghoul. I'm a bounty hunter here to arrest you. If you don't mind, could you please not resist? I'm not in a good mood right now, and if I have to use force, I might lose control and beat you to death." Alan narrowed his eyes and suggested with a feigned kindness.

It was clear that he was interested in the other party's ability.

"Bounty hunter? Hahaha! Another self-important fool! Do you think you can beat me, who has infinite recovery abilities?" Zebulon laughed maniacally.

"Whether I can beat you or not, we'll have to see. Since you're so confident in your abilities, why don't we bet all our Nen against each other?"

As he spoke, Alan opened his enhanced perception circle.

He had a feeling that the other party's ability was not just about rapid healing, otherwise, he would have been captured by other bounty hunters long ago.

In reality?

The number of bounty hunters who had died at the hands of this pervert had already exceeded two digits, including several one-star and two-star hunters.

"Oh? Is this some kind of prerequisite for your ability? Fine! Let's see who can eat whom!"

As he spoke, Zebulon charged at a speed almost impossible to see with the naked eye, swinging his clawed forelimbs and aiming for Alan's neck with a fierce strike.

"Contract established!"

Alan dodged the attack with his superhuman agility and simultaneously inserted his finger into the mouth of the red dragon Vilnara Sas.

The moment Zebulon's claws hit the concrete floor, a large amount of debris scattered, digging a deep scratch.

In terms of sharpness and hardness, this was already on par with some famous swords.

"Interesting! Not just the healing speed, but also speed and strength have been enhanced? No, that's not right, his claws' nails are somewhat unusual."

As an extremely observant person, Alan immediately realized after a brief exchange that the other party was not simply enhancing a single aspect of himself but was using some unknown creature as a template to reference and simulate the enhancements.

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