"Rich Country Bumpkin" Ian

Dreyn didn't know who the boy in front of him was, but he witnessed a "miracle."

The boy suddenly produced a bottle of red potion out of thin air.

The other party said that this bottle of medicine could turn him into a superhero for the next hour, allowing him to do whatever he wanted.

As for the cost?

He doesn't care at all!

Since his wife and daughter died, he had nothing left to lose...

He's had enough of living already, and now that he's wounded by a gunshot, he probably won't live much longer.

If he could drag those beasts Kalie Gang, down with him before he died, he would gladly accept it, even if it meant his soul would be condemned to hell!

"Pfft..."

The red liquid mist sprayed onto him.

The next moment!

"This... this is the power of Superman!?"

Dreyn was utterly amazed; he felt as if he had been elevated to a higher level!

In that instant, the originally thin middle-aged man's mind sharpened, and he was no longer dazed. Countless massacre plans targeting the Kalie Gang flashed through his mind.

At the same time, he felt his limbs brimming with power!

He easily stood up from the ground, completely unaware of the gunshot wounds on his body.

Looking down, he saw a blood-stained kitchen knife tightly gripping his hand. The knife seemed to be an extension of his limbs; just holding it, he could clearly feel the tactile sensation of the knife cutting through his muscles and veins.

At the same time, his sense of smell was incredibly sharp; even here, he could smell the filthy stench emanating from the pack of vicious dogs of the Kalie Gang, who were fighting in the distance.

"Thank you!"

Dreyn thanked the boy in front of him with great emotion.

Go, do what you should do, and cherish the time you have left.

Ian nodded, pointed in the direction, and smiled.

Dreyn nodded vigorously!

Time was running out, and he couldn't afford to waste a single moment, so he stepped back on one leg.

Feitan, Uvogin, Franklin, and the others stared wide-eyed, utterly astonished by the dramatic transformation that had taken place in the middle-aged man before them!

"Bang!"

The next moment, the veins on Dreyn's thighs bulged, tearing his pants. With a jolt, his figure transformed into Thunder, vanishing from the spot in the blink of an eye, leaving only a scarlet shadow of a kitchen knife in the darkness!

"This... this is absolutely amazing!"

"Hey, Ian, what kind of drug did you give that guy? The change in his strength is terrifying!"

Feitan was shocked.

Indeed, right before their eyes, the other party transformed from a frail middle-aged man into an incredibly strong and powerful individual.

Uvogin was so anxious he wanted to jump up and down.

"Ian, do you have any more of this potion? I want to become that strong too!"

Ian shook his head and chuckled.

"This is called Performance-Enhancing Liquid. See, you've all seen it; that guy used it all..."

"Ah!! Just this one bottle?!"

Uvogin shouted and ran over to pick up the bottle to see if there were any left.

Nobunaga also went over, and the two of them looked at the mouth of the bottle, only to find it was empty.

"No... there's none left, not a single drop!"

"Hey, Ian, you gave all that important enhancement fluid to that guy?"

Ian smiled and shook his head.

"This thing isn't as powerful as you think. It's just that the guy was originally too weak, which is why the effect is so obvious!"

"Besides... this effect only lasts for an hour. Such a false power isn't worth the pity."

"So what if that guy used it?"

Well, a perfectly good prop, and it's been used up without warning...

Uvogin and Nobunaga exchanged a glance, marveling at how incredibly generous Ian was. They resolved to keep a close eye on him from now on and prevent such extravagant waste of items from happening again.

Even Feitan and Chrollo, who were standing to the side, looked at Ian with some strange expressions.

For the first time, they had a clear image of what a "nouveau riche" was!

Ian, he's practically a money-grubbing cat with a treasure bowl in his pocket!

Ian was unaware of it, but after he finished speaking, he noticed his clothes being gently tugged and looked down.

Then he saw Machi, her face slightly flushed, tugging at his clothes and whispering.

"But... I... I also want to have that power..."

"I don't want to always be by Ian's side, unable to help at all!"

Seeing Machi's lack of confidence, Ian suddenly realized that he had been neglecting everyone's feelings too much lately.

Companions grow and help each other!

If you try to solve all the problems yourself, it will create an invisible burden for everyone!

Clearly, Machi is already under pressure.

When Ian realized the problem, he quickly placed his hands on her shoulders, stared at her with a serious expression, and said earnestly.

"Sorry, Machi!"

"I was too arrogant and neglected your and everyone else's feelings lately, but please believe me! You have great potential!"

"Including everyone, your talent has already been recognized. Please wait a little longer. If that guy Mizaistom is willing to teach us, I will definitely ask him to help you all master the true power of Nen user!"

Ian made this promise to everyone, and hearing his resolute words, everyone was convinced of Ian's authority.

Nobody's a fool!

Everyone, including Chrollo and Franklin, could feel Ian's sincerity.

The other party... has always been willing to consider issues from everyone's perspective...

However, at that moment...

Uvogin hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help speaking up.

"Hey, Ian, let's hurry and see how that guy is doing after using your enhancement fluid!"

He was incredibly anxious, like a monkey scratching its head.

After all, in the blink of an eye, he missed that bottle of medicine!

At this moment, he was very eager to know what kind of power the other party would display after using that potion...

"That's right, let's go and see what happens to the Kalie Gang."

Ian nodded.

The group then quickly disappeared from the spot.

At the same time.

Inside an underground pipe located some distance away.

There were many dead bodies lying on the ground, some belonging to gang members, and others to Kazan.

Clearly, even the gang hadn't expected Kazan to dare fight them so fiercely, and that he had so many men following him.

"Da da!"

"Come on, you bunch of bastards, how dare you mess with Lord Kazan!"

The middle-aged, overweight man wearing an iron helmet looked like a "Terminator," wielding a machine gun and sweeping across the room with an air of fearlessness, a far cry from his previous amiable and profitable demeanor as a businessman in the shady business world.

However, at that moment...

"Bang!"

Blood gushed from his shoulder, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Kazan, boss!"

"Brother Kazan!"

Around them, a group of brothers who followed Kazan felt their hearts skip a beat. The gang members opposite them were overjoyed to see Kazan hit and quickly stood up from their hiding places, increasing their firepower!

If they kill Kazan today, they'll have done a major job, and their status in the mob will rise by at least three levels.

However, at that moment...

"Boom!"

A loud bang was heard, followed by a surge of air.

Without any skill, relying solely on physical strength, a dark figure swiftly rushed towards them.

He kicked up a trail of dust behind him!

Once on the field, his actions were swift and decisive, like a demon claiming a life. A dazzling crimson glint was gripped tightly in his palm as it pierced the neck of the gang member!

"Pfft!"

As his figure came to a stop, bursts of blood mist exploded!

The gang members clutched their necks, their faces filled with disbelief as they collapsed to the ground, convulsing and dying with their eyes wide open. They died without ever seeing what had killed them!

Kazan, who had been rescued, stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

"It's... it's Dreyn!?"