Obviously, Allen had no idea that a single touch had somehow allowed the other party to track and pinpoint his location.
But even if he had known, he would not have cared much.
Because right now, he was not afraid of being tracked, much less of someone coming to cause him trouble.
On the contrary, he even wished that a large number of Nen users harboring intense hostility would come knocking on his door. That way, he could get more cocoons to feed Red Dragon Vilnalasath.
After a six-hour drive, the two finally arrived in the city where "Ghoul" Zebrulon lived.
Thanks to the map refreshing every half hour, they quickly located their target on the second floor of a house near the slums.
He was a somewhat thin, short male with eyes full of twisted madness, no different from the photo on his wanted poster.
The only problem was that Zebrulon was not alone in his room. There was also a woman around twenty years old tied to the bed, tortured and abused so badly that not a single patch of unblemished skin remained on her body. Curled up in a ball, she kept sobbing and convulsing.
"This piece of trash deserves to be torn to pieces!" Bodrō put down his Telescope, clenched his fists tightly, and growled as he suppressed his fury.
"Hmm! You're right! This piece of trash deserves to be torn to pieces!" Allen nodded with a grim expression.
Since both were Nen users, they were especially sensitive to auras. From not far away, they could clearly sense the incomparably evil, profound, twisted, and diseased Nen emanating from that bastard.
If they had arrived even a few hours later, the victim inside would probably have been tortured to death. By the time she was discovered, even