Chapter 74

The essence of Nen is a form of life energy, which almost every person and every living being possesses to some degree.

The only problem is that most of this life energy is lost unconsciously. Only by opening the body's spirit points and learning to "wrap" can one truly manipulate this power.

Therefore, theoretically, anyone is a potential Nen user, and also a potential food source for the Red Dragon.

In the following period, Allen's hunting targets were no longer limited to the relatively rare Nen users, but included all wanted criminals who had committed numerous crimes. He forcibly opened their spirit points, making them Nen users, and then killed them to feed to Vylnera Rassus.

Although most of these newly awakened Nen users had very little energy and could not develop any significant abilities, they were numerous.

Especially in densely populated large cities, various kinds of terrible murders occurred almost every day, so the Hunter website always had an endless supply of wanted criminals.

However, most bounty hunters were not interested in capturing ordinary criminals.

But Allen had no such qualms. As long as someone was judged to have committed a malicious murder, he would send them all to the Red Dragon's belly without exception.

No trial!

No forgiveness!

Only slaughter and death!

In just over a month, he had reaped the lives of hundreds of wanted criminals, completely depriving them of their right to a fair trial.

Such a brutal and merciless style not only shocked and troubled the entire Hunter Association management, but even Paris T. Hill, who had originally intended to cause trouble, stopped all his small actions.

Because he was not sure if, if he really did so, the other party would directly choose to find an opportunity to kill him.

After all, as someone who liked to rely on his brain to create trouble and solve problems, he did not want to fight for no reason, especially against a terrifying "hunter" who, once a "target" was confirmed, would use all means to kill them.

Fortunately!

This hair-raising slaughter lasted only a little over a month and finally stopped by late August!

To be precise, Allen boarded an airship to return to Yorknew City and had no time to hunt those wanted criminals anymore.

After all, before the underground auction began, he still had to meet with the recently rising gang leader, Marcus Capelli, to deliver the valuable auction items he had promised for the year, and to discuss who could become the new leader of the gang alliance if the Ten Elders suddenly died en masse.

Of course, in addition to that, there were also the two most important tasks: hunting the Chimera Ants and the Phantom Troupe.

After the airship landed, the two of them, without a word, went to a clothing store to take off their somewhat worn and heavily worn clothes and change into a set of the most expensive suits.

However, Baudel obviously had never worn such formal attire before and felt uncomfortable all over, constantly tugging at the shirt collar that was choking his neck and complaining in a low voice, "Damn! This collar and tie are making me feel suffocated. Do we really have to dress like this?"

"Just bear with it. After all, the person we are going to visit might become the new leader of the gang alliance, so we must dress formally to show respect. Besides, we will be entering some high-end venues, and your martial artist's casual clothes are too conspicuous."

With that, Allen led the way into the familiar hotel and, under the guidance of two men who were either bodyguards or enforcers, returned to the private room on the top floor.

Marcus Capelli, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately stood up and opened his arms, laughing heartily, "Hahaha! I finally have you here! You know, the underground auction is only a week away, but the most anticipated valuable items have yet to appear, which has made me quite anxious."

"Don't worry, I'm here now. Also, have you prepared the things I asked for on the phone last time?" Allen asked with a smile.

"Of course! Here, that box contains it." Marcus pointed meaningfully to the black explosion-proof box on the table. "To get this thing, I spent a lot of money and used a lot of connections. So I hope there will be more of those magical potions in this auction."

Allen nodded without hesitation, "No problem! I'll take the items out here, is that okay?"

"Hold on! You, and you, go out first."

Marcus immediately sent the bodyguards and underlings out.

Only after everyone had left and the door was closed did Allen dump everything from his backpack onto the table.

Instantly!

A large number of weapons, equipment, and potions filled the entire table and the surrounding floor.

Especially the healing potions, which were twice as many as last time, instantly made Marcus's eyes shine as he pounced on them, feeling the indescribable surge of life force.

After several minutes, he finally said with a satisfied look, "Allen! Working with you might be the best decision I've ever made! Do you know? In the past year, the entire gang alliance and the entire underground world have gone crazy because of the liquid in these small bottles. There have been no fewer than a hundred fights and battles over them."

"Oh? Have you kept the secret as promised?" Allen asked with a half-smile, sitting on the sofa.

"Isn't that obvious? If the secret had been leaked, do you think I would still be alive?" Marcus rolled his eyes irritably.

But Allen clearly did not believe him and continued to probe, "Hasn't anyone asked you about the source of these items?"

"Of course, there have been! Some even threatened me with death! But I held on! After all, before they figured out the source of these valuable items, they wouldn't dare to act rashly, as they might lose their only supplier. So, to some extent, I have already entrusted my life to you." Marcus explained with a complex expression.

Because he understood that the reason he was still alive and his position in the gang alliance was rising was not because of his own strength, but because he was the sole supplier of an important, rare, and irreplaceable resource.

As long as this supply line was not discovered and taken over by someone else, he was safe.

But if the opposite happened, he might be torn apart by the wolves in the dark within a few hours.

Unfortunately, the initiative in this matter was not in his hands, but in the hands of the boy in front of him, who looked only about fifteen years old and had a pair of beautiful violet eyes.

"Ha ha, don't worry, as long as you keep your promise, I will keep mine. Also, I have an interesting piece of information that you might be interested in. It's related to the auction, the Chimera Ants, and the Ten Elders, and could even be called a prophecy. If handled properly, you might achieve the position you have always dreamed of, becoming the new leader of the gang alliance."

As Allen spoke, Marcus's pupils dilated, contracted, and then dilated again, as if he had been intensely stimulated, and he shivered uncontrollably.

After a while, he finally digested the implications and hints in Allen's words and said excitedly, "Such a thing—how could I not be interested! Come on! Tell me everything! I swear that if it's true, once I become the leader of the gang alliance, I will do everything in my power to get whatever you want..."

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