You Have a Good Son

Screech—

With the ear-piercing sound of emergency brakes, a black sedan came to a stop outside the Hotel owned by the Cabery mafia family.

Agostino, overwhelmed by tension and fear, shoved open the car door and rushed inside without a word.

Though he knew such reckless behavior would likely anger the ruthless mafia, the thought of his younger son, Allen, possibly being beaten, tortured, or even brutally murdered by them filled him with indescribable pain and guilt.

But the instant he entered the lobby, the businessman who operated in the gray areas suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

The receptionists at the front desk and the thugs in Black Suits had all vanished, leaving behind only the wreckage of what seemed to have been a riot.

Suddenly!

With a ding, the elevator doors slowly opened.

Two familiar figures walked out side by side.

One was none other than Marcus Cabelli, the owner of this place and an important figure in the Mafia Community. The other was Allen.

Although there was nearly a forty-year age gap between them, they chatted and laughed without the slightest awkwardness. From afar, they looked like old friends who had not seen each other in a long time.

Why was this happening?

What exactly had happened?

Agostino stood rooted to the spot, dumbfounded, with no idea whether he should go up and greet them or grab his younger son and flee at once.

Just then, Marcus noticed him and immediately came over with a hearty laugh. "Yo! Agostino! My old friend! What wind brought you here?"

"I..."

Agostino was clearly unaccustomed to such excessive enthusiasm and had no idea how to respond.

You must know, whenever they dealt with each other in the past, Marcus had always worn a cold and haughty expression. This sudden one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn would have been difficult for anyone to adjust to.

"Relax. I've decided not to pursue the matter of the lost Auction Items. Our partnership will continue as usual," Marcus said, lightly patting the businessman on the shoulder.

"You won't pursue it? Really?"

The moment he heard that, Agostino's eyes lit up, and his previously despondent mood instantly turned to excitement.

"Of course it is true! Because you have a good son, an incredibly capable and remarkable son. How enviable! It seems your family business is about to soar."

Marcus glanced from the corner of his eye at the boy beside him, who wore a gentle smile.

Outsiders would probably never know that this seemingly harmless little fellow, who even gave off the illusion of being shy, was actually a terrifying Nen user. He had killed more than twenty bodyguards and gunmen without so much as changing expression, then sat down and talked with Marcus as though nothing had happened.

"Allen?"

Agostino was no fool. He immediately realized that this shift in attitude must be related to his younger son and instinctively turned his gaze toward him.

"Don't misunderstand, Father. Mr. Marcus was only being polite. I merely made a deal with him," Allen explained calmly.

"Heh, yes. A deal," Marcus said with a self-mocking laugh.

It was the first time in his life that he had made a deal with someone while his life was under threat.

But considering those miraculous items, especially the powerful effects of the healing potions, it seemed he had not come out at much of a loss.

After all, gunmen could be trained again, and bodyguards could be recruited again. But if he missed an opportunity to climb higher, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

"If that's the case, then now that the deal is done, may I take him home?" Agostino asked cautiously.

At this moment, even an Ordinary Person, let alone a shrewd businessman like him, could sense that something about the atmosphere was off.

Whether it was an illusion or not, he felt that this overwhelmingly powerful Mafia Boss seemed somewhat afraid of his younger son.

"Any time! Also, if you run into any problems or trouble with your business in the future, you're welcome to come to me. I'll handle all of it for you. That is also part of the deal."

After saying that, Marcus Cabelli took out his phone, called someone unknown, and returned to the upper floors in the elevator.

Only after watching him disappear completely did Agostino pull Allen into the car and signal the driver to leave.

Several times along the way, he wanted to ask what his younger son had done to make such a ruthless Mafia Boss change his attitude, but he ultimately held back.

From their words, movements, and expressions just now, it was not difficult to see that neither Marcus nor Allen intended to reveal the contents of the deal or what had happened between them.

But one thing was certain!

Allen held absolute dominance and initiative in this deal, while Marcus, one of the Executives of the Mafia Community, was the weaker party.

They remained silent all the way until the car finally stopped at the entrance to the villa.

The instant he pushed open the car door, Agostino finally broke the silence and said in a very low voice, "Thank you. Thank you for saving this family, and all of our lives."

"You're too kind. I'm a member of this family too. Isn't it only natural for me to do my part?" Allen replied with a smile.

He was clearly in an excellent mood, radiating happiness and joy in every direction.

With this crisis perfectly resolved, he could clearly feel that the Enhancement-type Nen ability belonging to the body's original owner was no longer as difficult to control and wield as before.

On the contrary, it was merging with his own Nen at an unbelievable speed.

There was no need to ask; this was certainly related to some kind of "vow" and "restriction," and it had been greatly strengthened after death.

Perhaps only after he completely fulfilled all the lingering obsessions and wishes of the body's original owner would this Enhancement-type Nen ability truly become Allen's. Until then, he was merely borrowing it.

Looking into his younger son's deep, tranquil eyes, Agostino's face showed relief. "You're right! We're family, a family that thinks of one another no matter what happens. Come on, let's tell your brother and sisters this good news. I'm sure they've been waiting anxiously. Also, at dinner, I hope you'll tell us about this year's Hunter Exam. I'm sure it'll be very interesting."

"I'd be happy to," Allen agreed without hesitation.

After this incident, he was basically certain that the more he integrated into this family, the stronger the lingering Nen of the body's original owner would become—and the easier it would be to control.

Besides, he did not dislike this feeling. He even somewhat enjoyed being cared for and loved unconditionally. No matter what he experienced outside, he had a home that could serve as his final shelter.

Of course, when it came to recounting the Hunter Exam, he would selectively leave things out. In particular, it was best not to let these Ordinary People who did not even possess Nen know about the bloody scene of Hisoka going on a killing spree after injuring an examiner.

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