Family Crisis

"Half an hour has already passed! What on earth is Allen doing? Why hasn't he come down yet?"

Agostino raised his head and glanced at the Grandfather Clock in the hall, his tone carrying undisguised impatience.

Just as he was about to send the Old Butler upstairs to check, Allen, who had already spent five hours in the Dungeon, finally appeared at the stairway corner with Lupos. Feigning confusion, he asked, "What exactly happened to make someone as calm as you lose your composure like this?"

"You don't need to know what happened. Sit down. I have a few things to explain, and then you can continue pursuing your dream of becoming a Hunter." As Agostino spoke, he gave his eldest son a meaningful look.

The latter immediately understood. He opened the Safe on the table and took out a stack of documents. "Here! Sign them. Every single one."

"Hmm? What are these?"

Allen took them and gave them a quick look. They were all related to insurance and Inheritance, and without exception, he was the beneficiary.

"Don't ask so many questions! You only need to know that these things will let you live happily for the rest of your life." The eldest son urged impatiently.

"Sign them. This is the last thing we can do for you."

"Don't be stubborn! Be good and listen!"

His two older sisters joined in trying to persuade him.

But Allen remained unmoved and directly pushed the documents back. "Sorry, but if you don't explain things clearly, I absolutely won't sign these papers. Also, can you tell me what kind of business our family is actually in? Why are all of you so nervous and panicked?"

"Damn it! Stop asking so many questions! The less you know, the safer you'll be! Understand?" The eldest son abruptly stood up and roared.

"Does it have something to do with the Yorknew City gangs? Is our family involved in Underworld business?"

Allen completely ignored the ferocious expression on this cheap Brother's face and continued asking calmly.

Given the current situation, even an idiot could see that they had encountered an enormous crisis. The entire family had even prepared for the worst possibility: death.

Perhaps realizing that his youngest son was being stubborn again, Agostino let out a helpless sigh. He lit a cigar, took a deep drag, then looked up at the chandelier overhead and explained, "No, our family doesn't do Underworld business, but we do have some connections to the Underworld. More precisely, every year we collect all kinds of rare and precious Auction Items for the Auction held in Yorknew City from September to October. But this year..."

"This year, you messed up, didn't you?"

Allen instantly understood why everyone looked so grim, as though the end of the world were about to arrive.

Doing business with gangs and doing business with legitimate merchants were entirely different things.

If something went wrong with the latter, they would at most demand compensation. But the former would demand your life, perhaps even your entire family's lives.

"That's right. I messed up—or rather, I was set up. The precious Auction Items we collected were all switched during transport and turned into a pile of worthless Fakes. By Underworld rules, everyone involved in this matter must pay the price, including me, your Brother, and your sisters. But you're different. You've never participated in the family business, so you should be able to survive. I've explained everything clearly now. Sign these documents. They'll give you a large inheritance after we die."

As he said this, Agostino's face was filled with apology and regret, along with a trace of longing for life.

As a father, not only had he failed to protect his children, he had dragged four of them into hell. That agony was ceaselessly tearing at his heart.

The other four adult children could not hold back their tears either. A sorrowful atmosphere instantly enveloped the entire living room.

Was this the home and family you cherished?

Even when disaster was upon them, they still thought of the youngest child in the family above all else, wanting to keep him as far from danger as possible...

Feeling the sincere, intense emotions between these family members, Allen began to understand why the original owner of this body had treasured his relationship with his family so deeply, and why he had been so determined to become a Hunter.

While everyone was still immersed in their grief, he stood and walked alone toward the front door. Just as he was about to cross the threshold, he suddenly stopped.

"One last question. Which Underworld family is planning to kill you? One of the Ten Dons?"

"No. We aren't qualified to deal with major figures like the Ten Dons, who stand at the very peak of Underworld power across the Whole World. We worked with the Cabelli family of Yorknew City. Their leader, Marcus Cabelli, has probably received the news by now. At most, he'll send Assassins within a day or two. After all, I failed to bring back Auction Items valuable enough, making them lose face. By Underworld rules, only killing and death can wash away that humiliation." Agostino answered instinctively.

But he quickly realized that he had said something he should not have. He abruptly turned his gaze toward the front door, only to discover that his youngest son had vanished without a trace.

"Where's Allen? Where did Allen go?"

"He... he seems to have driven away! And... and he didn't sign the documents." The eldest son's voice trembled slightly.

"He couldn't possibly..." The second son was similarly at a loss for words.

"You guessed right! Young Master Allen drove toward Yorknew City!"

With the Old Butler's slightly hoarse voice, the entire living room fell into a brief silence.

"No! I can't let him go throw his life away!"

Desperate to save his son, Agostino did not have time to think. He rushed outside, got into another car, and gave chase, hoping to intercept Allen before the situation became irreversible.

Although he knew that his youngest son had been constantly undergoing harsh, rigorous training to pass the Hunter Exam, and had even spent a great deal of money learning combat techniques from martial artists and the like, such ability alone could never defeat an Underworld family with overwhelming power and influence.

But unfortunately, even after entering Yorknew City, he still could not see the taillights of that Black Sedan ahead.

Meanwhile, at the entrance of a Hotel operated by the Cabelli family, Allen smiled at the Receptionist and asked, "Could you take me to see Marcus Cabelli?"

"Who?"

The Receptionist blinked in confusion.

"Ah! Never mind. Looks like you don't know."

Allen immediately changed his words and turned to leave, intending to try his luck with someone else.

But before he could take two steps, four Burly Men in Black Suits immediately surrounded him. One of them grinned viciously and threatened, "Kid! You'd better honestly tell us who sent you, or you're going to suffer next."

"Suffer? I don't think so. Besides, you should know where Marcus Cabelli is, right?"

The moment his words fell!

Allen's Hands suddenly released a mysterious Nen ability. The temperature in the surrounding area plummeted, and in just a few seconds, the four suited thugs' legs below their Knees were covered in a layer of white frost, accompanied by large amounts of white vapor.

Without a doubt, this was the most basic Nen ability he had developed over five hours.

It was not very powerful yet, but it was more than enough to deal with Ordinary People without Nen abilities.