Chapter 79

September 1st, at the underground auction in Yorknew City.

A large number of men dressed in suits and ties, looking like successful businessmen, gathered together. They huddled in small groups, sipping expensive red wine and champagne, and quietly discussing topics related to "business."

Those who knew understood that these men were high-ranking members and bosses from various criminal organizations around the world.

Those who didn't know might have thought it was a charity gala hosted by political or business elites.

Among the men, one could occasionally see beautiful women in sexy evening gowns. They were either relatives, mistresses, or disguised bodyguards.

Fei Jie, representing the Nostro family's young mistress Nyon, was clearly one of them.

At that moment, she stood on the second floor of the lavishly decorated building, looking down with two companions, discussing the various gangsters below, completely unaware that this place had already become a hunting ground for "the Spider."

As the first auction was about to begin, the three of them quickly made their way to their seats, preparing to bid on several eerie mummies according to the original plan.

Just as Fei Jie was about to complain about her employer's bizarre daughter's twisted hobbies, a man less than 1.6 meters tall and a towering man over 2 meters tall slowly walked out from behind and stood in front of the podium.

The shorter man first cleared his throat, then pursed his lips and spoke into the microphone: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to today's grand event. I won't waste too much time with pleasantries..."

"Go to hell!"

The towering man took over the second half of the sentence, spreading his arms and releasing his fingers, which had been modified into gun barrels.

In the next second...

Countless psychic bullets swept across the entire venue like a metal storm!

Screams!

Wails!

Blood!

Death!

In just a few dozen seconds, hundreds of people attending the underground auction lay in pools of blood.

Ordinary people had no resistance against such terrifying psychic powers, their fragile bodies being pierced and torn apart.

Undoubtedly, this was a brutal massacre!

The Phantom Troupe had never intended to let anyone leave alive.

Despite one of the Nostro family's bodyguards attempting to release his puppet to block the psychic bullets, his aura was too weak, and he was turned into a sieve in less than three seconds.

However, Fei Jie and another bodyguard managed to break out of the blood-soaked venue.

But before they could catch their breath and call for help, Little Drop appeared out of nowhere, smashing the other bodyguard's head with her Convict Fish, instantly staining the ground with blood and brain matter.

At this point, only one survivor remained at the auction site.

【No! I don't want to die! Run! Run fast!】

Fei Jie's heart raced as she kicked off her high heels and ran barefoot with all her might, hoping to get outside and call for reinforcements.

But she clearly underestimated Little Drop's speed.

Before she could run a few steps, she felt a strong wind behind her.

Reacting instinctively, she turned around just in time to see the Convict Fish with its large mouth coming down hard.

At this critical moment, a black shadow suddenly jumped out from an inconspicuous corner.

He grabbed Little Drop's neck with incredible speed and asked in a low, hoarse voice: "Are you willing to bet all your aura?"

"Ugh... ugh..."

Clearly, being choked made it impossible to speak normally, so Little Drop swung her Convict Fish in retaliation.

But her strength was too weak, and her movements were too slow. Her wrists were instantly broken with a snap, snap.

"Contract established!"

"Although we have no grudges, as a member of the Phantom Troupe, you must have killed many innocents, right? So you shouldn't have any complaints about being killed by me! Farewell! Remember to stay away from the Spider in your next life."

With that, Allen used his superhuman strength to snap Little Drop's neck.

Vernon Lasarus, who had been waiting, immediately appeared and swallowed her whole.

"Who... who are you?"

Fei Jie, who had narrowly escaped, finally came to her senses from the shocking scene, her voice trembling.

She couldn't help but tremble!

She had almost died!

And that red giant beast, even though it only appeared for a few seconds, still made her feel a chill and suffocation.

"Sorry, I'm a bit pressed for time and can't explain much. Can you please take a short nap?"

Allen raised his left hand and lightly tapped the back of her head at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye.

Fei Jie didn't have time to react and fell backward into his arms.

Clearly, with the excellent concealment of his Shadow Concealment, he had successfully ambushed the Phantom Troupe and obtained the Nen ability he most desired—Little Drop's Convict Fish.

"Hmm—next, I need to leave some misleading information to provoke the Troupe and make them declare war on the gangs..."

Casually slinging the unconscious Fei Jie over his shoulder, Allen placed Little Drop's cross and her signature black glasses in the most conspicuous place in the corridor, then quietly left the blood-soaked venue through the back door.

Without Little Drop to clean up the scene, it didn't take long for the gang members outside to notice the abnormality.

When they rushed in and saw the carnage, everyone was stunned.

This was an auction guaranteed by the global gang alliance!

Such an act was equivalent to slapping the Ten Dons in the face, and in front of everyone.

After a series of emergency calls, all the gangs in Yorknew City were mobilized to search for clues about the killer.

Soon, they saw the hot air balloon carrying the Troupe members overhead.

Thus, a chase began.

"Hey? Boss! We didn't find the auction items! And Little Drop is missing! Yes! I suspect she was kidnapped! Because her cross and glasses were left intact at the entrance, probably intentionally by the kidnappers."

Wing, looking agitated, shouted into his phone.

"Kidnapped? You mean... the gangs were prepared and deliberately ambushed one of our members at the auction?"

Kuroro's voice came through the receiver.

"Right! Exactly! These despicable scum must have known something in advance. Otherwise, how could so many coincidences happen! Boss, I suspect there's a traitor among us!" Wing bluntly stated his thoughts.

"No! That's not right! If there was a traitor among us, why did the gangs only strengthen the outer guards but not make targeted arrangements? Clearly, they may have obtained some vague information, but they only knew someone would come to rob the auction tonight, not that it would be our Phantom Troupe. As for Little Drop's disappearance, it's likely that the other side arranged a Nen user to observe the situation in hiding, and they just happened to encounter an unguarded Little Drop, knocked her out, and took her as a bargaining chip or a bait to lure us."

Kuroro analyzed rationally.

"You mean Little Drop is still in the hands of the gangs?"

Wing's eyes lit up at the news of his missing comrade.

"Yes! Very likely!" Kuroro quickly confirmed.

"OK! Then let me ask these guys where they've hidden Little Drop and the treasure."

With that, Wing looked down at the gang members chasing them with the eyes of a dead man.

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