Chapter 87

Chapter 89: The Waterloo of His Career (Second Update)

Tolan, as the top gangster in Spicy City, possessed considerable wealth and influence...

Although he was not on par with any of the Ten Elders who controlled the Five Continents and Ten Districts, among the many gang families, he was a standout.

That vast wealth and deeply rooted influence in Spicy City were Tolan's assets.

However, these assets also brought him many threats and troubles.

To him, there were many worthless people who envied him and numerous enemies who wanted to sink their teeth into his neck.

Therefore, Tolan put a lot of effort into maintaining a good public image.

He would adapt to the situation, using various hobbies and common topics to win the favor of people from all walks of life.

What was terrifying was that—

Many of his hobbies, which often became common topics, were not just for show.

He genuinely immersed himself in them, sparing no effort or time, just to make his future path smoother.

At the same time, to guard against his enemies' retaliation, Tolan placed great importance on security.

The luxury car he used for travel was equipped with top-tier bulletproof features.

Before each trip, his subordinates would conduct a thorough inspection.

No matter where the car was parked, it had to be guarded by his subordinates.

The mansion he lived in was also heavily fortified.

It had a first-class security system, elite gang members on guard 24/7, and dozens of large hunting dogs patrolling the courtyard.

During the last dinner he invited Liz to, Tolan even dispatched over a hundred subordinates to guard the restaurant, with four bodyguards by his side.

This clearly showed how much Tolan valued security.

However—

These defenses, bought with money, were mere decorations to Ilumi, an expert in assassination.

Even in broad daylight, he could infiltrate the mansion like a ghost.

If he could complete the mission in the easiest way, he would never choose a brute force approach.

At this moment.

After finishing lunch, Tolan entered his study, casually picked a book from the bookshelf, and sat down to read it.

This was his habit.

Having become a gangster and fought his way through bloodshed, he understood that most of the time, guns were more useful than the knowledge in books.

But that didn't stop him from valuing knowledge.

Rustle—

In the study, the only sound was Tolan flipping through the pages of the book.

Amidst this rustling, a nearly inaudible footstep was mixed in.

Ilumi silently approached Tolan from behind.

His eyes, with only a sliver of white, were like the eyes of Death, coldly and mercilessly staring at Tolan.

He didn't need to use his abilities.

Raising his hand, he slashed horizontally.

The action was swift and decisive.

Tolan's expression froze, and a line of blood appeared on his neck.

Before he could understand what was happening, his head rolled off his neck and landed on the floor with a thud.

The cut on his neck was exceptionally smooth, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Clearly, he was dead.

Having completed the mission effortlessly, Ilumi took out his phone and took several photos of Tolan, who died with his eyes wide open.

After doing this, he left the mansion without a trace.

A high reward, an assassination with no difficulty.

This was a low-risk, high-reward deal.

Ilumi had completed the last mission of his trip without any special feelings, let alone a sense of achievement.

Because he had never failed such missions and had successfully completed countless others.

After leaving the mansion, he sent the photos to the client and asked for the payment to be transferred.

"It's done."

Putting away his phone, Ilumi tilted his head slightly and looked at the city streets.

The work was over, and he wasn't in a hurry to return.

A few moments later.

The notification of the payment arriving sounded.

Ilumi took out his phone again and finally showed a slightly satisfied expression.

At the same time.

In the study of the mansion.

Tolan's body was separated from his head.

His body sat on a single sofa, while his head lay on the floor.

A large amount of blood stained the sofa and the floor, making the scene extremely bloody.

But at that moment—

A black bubble rose from the pool of blood.

When the bubble burst, a black, viscous substance slowly appeared.

It crouched down and touched Tolan's head.

In an instant—

A dazzling flash of lightning appeared.

The blood that had splattered everywhere vanished, and the sofa and floor were left with a charred mark where the body had been separated.

Tolan, who had just died, stood beside the sofa, completely unharmed.

In his mind, there was no memory of being killed by Ilumi.

He walked to the bookshelf, took out a book, and sat on the sofa, flipping through it as usual.

The cover of the book had a dark theme.

It read "Swamp Man."

...

Time passed, and night fell.

Ilumi arrived at Spicy City Airport and bought a ticket home.

He then found a seat in the waiting area and waited for the boarding time.

After a few minutes...

Ilumi's phone suddenly rang.

He took out his business phone and answered it.

"Is this how the famous Zoldyck family does business?"

A man's voice, filled with suppressed anger, came from the phone.

Ilumi's expression was indifferent as he coldly replied, "Don't beat around the bush. Speak your mind."

"The photos you sent are fake!"

The man's voice was like a volcano about to erupt:

"Tolan is not dead, and I have already transferred the payment to your account. That was all my savings, and now I want an explanation."

"I confirmed that the target was dead."

Ilumi's expression remained cold.

He had no interest in investigating the client's motives and was about to hang up.

"Confirmed dead? That's the funniest joke I've heard this year."

The man on the other end of the phone said viciously:

"Zoldyck family's assassin, I'll send you the photos and the address of the restaurant I just took. You can go and confirm for yourself if Tolan is really dead."

"..."

Hearing the client's words, Ilumi did not hang up.

Instead, the client hung up after speaking.

Ilumi brought the phone to his eyes and saw several photos and the name and address of a restaurant sent by the client.

In the photos, Tolan could be clearly seen standing at the entrance of a restaurant, enthusiastically inviting two guests with a welcoming gesture.

One of the guests was a handsome young man, and the other was a woman with dark circles under her eyes.

"Hmm?"

Ilumi recognized the young man in the photo as the "ordinary Nen user" he had encountered at midnight.

But this was not important.

He was just thinking...

Did the assassination target really not die?

Did that mean he had failed?

The first failure in his career?

And he had already claimed the payment from the client under these circumstances.

Ridiculous, embarrassing.

These emotions, which should have appeared at this moment, were largely irrelevant to Ilumi.

He was just unhappy that his family's reputation had been damaged because of him.

"..."

Ilumi's eyes became particularly terrifying, and he exuded a cold and brutal aura.

The passengers in the airport waiting area, as if they had seen something terrifying, all moved away from Ilumi.