The Gears of Fate Begin to Turn...
Kazan and his henchmen stared blankly at the figure standing on the field.
"Dreyn!"
"It really is Dreyn!"
In the battles prior to this, everyone had noticed Dreyn's heroic display of wielding a kitchen knife to cut down the enemy.
But wasn't the other person shot and fell to the ground?
How come... he's here again with such an unfamiliar identity?
Looking at the corpses lying on the ground, their blood flowing like a river, killed by Dreyn, everyone, including Kazan, stared at him in horror.
The other party... is already extraordinary!
"Boss Kazan..."
"Gratitude you for taking me in and taking care of me during this time..."
The unshaven Dreyn had a gentle look in his eyes, and a slight smile appeared on the lips of the middle-aged man.
Soon...
In a little while, he will be able to see his wife and daughter!
There couldn't be a better ending!
"Um... I... I didn't do anything, De... Dreyn, what's wrong with you?"
Kazan asked with a puzzled look, as he wasn't actually very familiar with Dreyn.
Fifty, if not a hundred, people came to seek refuge with him...
Everyone has their own misfortunes.
However, in his memory, the other party had always seemed to be a gloomy, decadent, and sloppy guy who would lie down and rest after doing some odd jobs every day and would not talk to anyone.
He had never seen Dreyn like this before.
Or rather, he had never seen this guy smile.
"I... met a boy who bestowed a 'miracle' upon me..."
"Now, I should use this last bit of time to fulfill my final wish!"
Dreyn glanced at the blood-stained cleaver in his hand, feeling confident enough.
Now... he can definitely do it, sending all those bastards from the Kalie Gang gang to hell!
The next moment.
His figure vanished from the spot in an instant.
"Call..."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief after he left.
Exhaustion from the battle washed over him, and he collapsed to the ground, utterly drained.
Kazan struggled to light a cigarette; his injury was on his shoulder, but it wasn't serious.
He tried hard to understand what Dreyn had said.
The boy who bestowed "miracles" upon him?
Could it be...?
As if he had just realized something, his eyes suddenly widened, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face!
"Hey, is the fighting over here over?"
Just then!
A question came from behind him.
Ian and his group had already arrived.
Kazan turned around abruptly and saw Ian walking ahead. Seeing Ian's relaxed demeanor, so out of place with his surroundings, he instantly understood.
Yes... it's this child!
The boy Dreyn mentioned who gave him the "miracle"... is that him?
Thinking of this, he shook his head with a wry smile.
I secretly lamented that I hadn't even been able to assess the other person's capabilities during our first encounter. Am I really getting old?
Thinking of him, he felt a pang of melancholy and said in a hoarse voice.
"Yes, the battle is over."
"Dreyn has left to do what he needs to do..."
Upon hearing his answer, Uvogin and Nobunaga quickly moved to the side of the fallen corpse and examined it carefully.
"A single, fatal blow! Look, the opponent didn't even have time to react, didn't even raise their hand, and was killed!"
"And this guy, the two of them are a full ten meters apart!"
"In other words, that guy killed them almost in the blink of an eye, without giving them any chance to react!"
Uvogin and Nobunaga exchanged a glance, their faces contorted and twitching, feeling as if their hearts were bleeding profusely!
That medicine...
To enhance such a terrifying potion...
That's it... that's it!
The two felt a pang of heartache that almost suffocated them; their faces were filled with grievance, and their dead fish eyes stared straight at Ian.
Chrollo and Feitan also went over, examined the corpse, and came to the same conclusion.
The two instantly realized the extent of Dreyn's increased strength. They took a deep breath and realized that he didn't have Nen enhancement; he relied entirely on his physical strength.
They fell silent...
They walked over to Uvogin and the others, silently watching Ian.
Ian naturally noticed the gazes of Uvogin and the others, and couldn't help but scratch his head awkwardly, wiping away imaginary sweat. His eyes darted around, and he said sheepishly.
"Um... this is the first time I've used this kind of prop, I didn't expect it to be so effective..."
"Alright, alright, stop looking at me like that!"
"I know I was wrong. From now on, I will prioritize keeping these kinds of props and making them available to everyone as soon as possible!"
Upon hearing Ian's promise, everyone looked away.
That's right, Ian is using the gadgets way too recklessly...
They must consciously take on the task of vetting Ian!
Just then...
"You guys aren't ordinary people, are you!?"
Kazan, who was quietly smoking to the side, spoke up, though it was a question, he was quite certain of his judgment.
Ian turned to look at him, thought for a moment and nodded, not dwelling on the question, but instead asking.
"Are gangs really that rampant in Ejin City?"
Kazan paused, startled by the question, glanced at the weapons scattered on the ground, then shook his head and suddenly burst into laughter.
"Perhaps. If we're talking about gangs, we're a gang too, so why don't we feel like we're that rampant?"
The next moment, his expression turned serious, and he said earnestly.
"If we must say, the chaos in Ejin City is due to the conflict between the Kalie Gang and the Sharku Family. These two families have now reached a point of life and death."
He lit another cigarette, as if reminiscing about the past, his voice hoarse.
"The Kalie Gang started with smuggling and underground casinos, and is ruthless in its methods, frequently ambushing and assassinating members of other gangs. The Sharku Family, on the other hand, controls the docks and freight transport in Ejin City, and their influence is deeply entrenched, with even some politicians behind them."
"The two families had been getting along peacefully for a while, but for some reason, the winds have shifted this year."
"The Sharku Family has begun to frequently attack the Kalie Gang, and it is said that all of this is under the instructions of the two young masters and ladies of the Sharku Family."
He stubbed out his cigarette hard and said irritably.
"Two teenagers, causing such chaos in Ejin City, who would believe it if word got out?"
"In my opinion, it's nothing more than the Clan Leader of the Sharku Family wanting to unify the underground forces in Ejin City!"
After hearing what he said, Ian asked with some curiosity.
"So, you think the Kalie Gang was the innocent victim?"
Kazan spat and cursed loudly.
"Those beasts? Their complete annihilation would be a blessing in disguise, like purifying the air..."
"It's this group of scumbags who cheat, swindle, and commit all sorts of evil deeds, throwing the entire city's underground order into chaos!"
Listening to Kazan's rant and rave.
Ian, recalling the Kalie Gang's modus operandi, nodded to himself; they were right.
"So, you actually support the Xierku Family more?"
Kazan shook his head and said calmly.
"Their family is a bunch of heartless bastards, colluding with politicians and doing who-knows-what behind the scenes. They can't possibly be good people!"
Hearing his words, Ian became quite curious.
"Do gangsters even distinguish between good and bad people?"
Kazan was silent for a moment, and then spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Yes... this world has never given good people a way to survive..."
Ian looked at the other person, pondered for a moment, and wondered, why can't there be a place like this?
It's fine to start from a small town or a city.
With a large population, a country would naturally form; this was not just a pipe dream for him.
Ian thinks about this problem in such a simple and straightforward way.
So... he spoke.
"If you were in charge of managing a city, could you ensure that the people living there no longer live in fear and can live a peaceful and happy life?"
"Forehead..."
Looking into the boy's eyes, Kazan felt as if everything before him was being engulfed in light.
Many years later, on a sunny afternoon, Kazan Oshius, the white-haired president of the New World Federation, felt the sea breeze and a memory that would never be forgotten flashed through his mind.
That summer of 1986, when the boy innocently asked him that question... a question he would use to constantly remind himself of his inner self in the days that followed.
And he... coincidentally, didn't take the boy's words lightly, but instead answered seriously.
"Of course, I won't let my people live in constant fear!"
"Hmm, I think you're quite reliable!"
"Remember to take care of our identification information. We'll come back to you, Kazan... Uncle."
After the boy finished speaking, he left with his companions.
Little did Kazan know that the wheels of fate had just begun to turn...