Chapter 9

"Relax, I’m not here to kill you. On the contrary, I’m here to discuss a deal, a deal that will benefit both of us. The conflict that just happened was simply a misunderstanding due to our lack of understanding of each other. I don’t mind, and I’m sure you won’t either. We are civilized people, and we should resolve our conflicts and disputes in a civilized manner, don’t you think?"

As he spoke, Allen sat down opposite Marcus Caberi, while Lubus monitored the reactions of the others in the room.

Anyone who dared to make any threatening move would be instantly torn to pieces.

"A deal?"

Upon hearing that the Nen user was not there to kill him, the gang leader let out a sigh of relief and asked, feigning calmness, "What kind of deal?"

"First, let me introduce myself. My name is Allen. My father, Agostino, recently lost a batch of valuable items intended for this year’s Yorknew City underground auction. To make up for this mistake, I have decided to offer some other items as substitutes."

As he spoke, Allen, as if performing a magic trick, took out a pile of rings, short knives, daggers, twenty bottles of strong healing potions (restoring 455 to 586 HP), and five bottles of ultra-strong healing potions (restoring 700 to 900 HP) from the small bags hanging from his waist.

There was no need to say it, but these items were the loot he had accumulated by grinding dungeons every day.

Over the past two months in the real world, he had cleared the Zul'Farrak, Maraudon, and Temple of Atal'Hakkar dungeons, and his Hunter class had reached level 52. He was currently tackling the Blackrock Depths, known as the most meticulously designed, largest, and most complex five-man dungeon in the history of World of Warcraft.

Thus, many of the outdated pieces of equipment were no longer useful, and he had stockpiled four sets of super-effective healing potions (restoring 1050 to 1751 HP), with various low-level potions filling his backpack and storage. He had originally planned to sell them all to the store for gold.

However, now it seemed there was a better way to handle them.

"Agostino? You’re his son! Why have I never heard him mention you?" Marcus Caberi was greatly surprised.

In his impression, this merchant who operated in the gray area was merely a minor player who used the power of the gang to suppress competitors. Although his children were considered competent, they were nothing more than that.

Now, the sudden appearance of a son with terrifying Nen abilities was a significant shock.

It was like thinking you were dealing with a sheep, only to find out that a fierce tiger was standing behind it.

"Because I am the youngest in the family and have always been well-protected. Since the age of twelve, I have been traveling and wandering, so it’s not surprising that you haven’t heard of me. Now, please focus on these items. I guarantee you will be satisfied with them." Allen pointed to the equipment and potions on the table, reminding him.

Although he was confident that he had the power to wipe out the entire Caberi gang, after careful consideration, he decided to abandon this simple and brutal solution.

The gangs in the Hunter world were not isolated individuals but a vast network of alliances, with intelligence networks spanning every corner and Nen-capable units like the Shadow Beasts.

When necessary, they could use their vast wealth to hire top-tier assassins like the Zoldyck family to eliminate powerful enemies.

Even the leader of the Phantom Troupe, Kurolo, had to resort to hiring the Zoldyck family to assassinate the Ten Elders rather than confront them directly.

Allen did not think that he, who had only recently learned Nen, could match the ruthless Phantom Troupe. Therefore, it was smarter to demonstrate his strength as a warning and then use the lure of profit.

"These... these weapons and rings, what are they? Why has my strength suddenly increased! My reaction speed is faster! My body feels stronger!"

After examining a few pieces of equipment, Marcus Caberi suddenly stood up, his voice agitated.

He couldn’t help but be excited!

Since securing his position, he had seen countless valuable auction items worth billions of Jenny each year, but this was the first time he encountered something so miraculous that could enhance physical attributes.

If these items appeared at the underground auction, they would undoubtedly spark a frenzy among the high-ranking members of gangs worldwide, and he could gain recognition and attract the attention of the Ten Elders.

"You can think of them as magical items created using Nen, which is why they have extraordinary properties. By the way, the red potions are the most valuable among all these items." Allen explained calmly.

In this world, anything that defied normal understanding was attributed to Nen without question.

No one could prove that these items were not created using Nen, so there was no need to worry about being exposed.

"Nen? I see!" Marcus nodded thoughtfully, then picked up a bottle of strong healing potion. "How do I use this? What’s its effect?"

"Sir, yes, you, please come over here."

Allen beckoned to another gang member in the room.

The moment this person approached the table, Allen suddenly grabbed a dagger and stabbed him over a dozen times, instantly turning his white shirt red with blood. The man was clearly on the verge of death.

"Damn! What are you doing? Are you crazy?" Marcus jumped up from the sofa, shivering and shouting.

"Make him drink it!"

"What?"

"I said, make him drink the potion in your hand! Hurry, or he’ll be dead in a couple of minutes." Allen said expressionlessly.

Marcus didn’t have time to think and quickly pulled out the stopper, pouring the red liquid down his subordinate’s throat.

In less than a second, the bloody wounds began to heal visibly. If not for the blood-stained shirt, he would have thought the entire scene was a hallucination.

Similarly, the gang member who had been stabbed without cause was utterly shocked, checking his chest and abdomen, only to find no trace of the wounds. He felt no pain or weakness from the blood loss, and he was as healthy as a bull.

"Strong healing potion! It can heal all forms of wounds, including gunshot wounds, stab wounds, cuts, and internal bleeding from collisions and fractures. As long as the person is still breathing, it can save them. The five ring-shaped bottles contain ultra-strong healing potions, which are about twice as effective. I have shown enough sincerity. Now it’s your turn." Allen supported his chin with one hand, staring into the gang leader’s eyes, exuding an overwhelming aura.

An oppressive feeling!

A strong, indescribable oppressive feeling!

Marcus felt as if he had fallen into the sea, making it increasingly difficult to breathe. The greedy thoughts that had just emerged were instantly suppressed, and he promised, sweating profusely, "I will send these auction items to this year’s auction and charge the minimum commission. But you must guarantee that you can provide the same quantity and quality of items next year, especially those potions! In return, I will forgive your father’s mistake and continue our business relationship."

"Not enough! You must also guarantee the safety of my family and not reveal the source of these items to anyone. If you fail to do so, I will visit you again. At that time, it won’t be a civilized deal but one of blood, slaughter, and death." Allen threatened.

"Agreed!"

Marcus didn’t even think before agreeing.

He was now completely immersed in the astonishing effects of the strong healing potion, his mind filled with thoughts of how to use it to climb to higher positions, even becoming one of the Ten Elders in his lifetime.

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