Civilized People and a Deal

"Relax. I'm not here to kill you. On the contrary, I'm here to discuss a deal with you—a deal that benefits both of us. As for the conflict just now, it was merely a misunderstanding caused by neither of us knowing the other well enough. I don't mind, and I'm sure you don't either. We're both civilized people. We should settle conflicts and disputes in a civilized manner. What do you think?"

As he spoke, Allen sat down across from Marcus Cabelli and had Lupos keep an eye on everyone else's reactions in the room.

Anyone who dared make even the slightest threatening move would be torn to pieces in an instant.

"A deal?"

Hearing that the Nen user before him was not here to kill him, the Mafia Boss finally breathed a sigh of relief. Forcing himself to remain calm, he asked, "What kind of deal?"

"First, let me introduce myself. My name is Allen. My father, Agostino, recently lost a batch of valuable goods meant for this year's Yorknew City underground Auction. To make up for that mistake, I've decided to offer some other items as replacements."

The moment he finished speaking!

As if performing a magic trick, Allen took out a pile of rings, short blades, daggers, twenty Greater Healing Potions that restored 455 to 586 health, and five Super Healing Potions that restored 700 to 900 health from the small pouches hanging at his waist.

There was no need to guess that these were all spoils he had accumulated by diligently farming Dungeons every day.

In just over two months of real-world time, he had already cleared Zul'Farrak, Maraudon, and the Temple of Atal'Hakkar. His Hunter class had reached level fifty-two, and he was currently tackling Blackrock Depths, the Five-person Instance reputed to have Warcraft's most carefully crafted design, largest map, and most complicated routes.

As a result, much of his outdated equipment was no longer useful. He had also stockpiled four stacks of Special Healing Potions that restored 1050 to 1751 health, while all kinds of low-level potions had filled his bags and storage. He had originally intended to sell them all to shops for gold.

But now, it seemed there was a better way to dispose of them.

"Agostino? You're his son? Why have I never heard him mention you?" Marcus Cabelli cried out in shock.

In his eyes, that merchant who operated in the gray areas was just a minor figure who relied on mafia influence to strike at competitors. His children were considered fairly outstanding, but that was all.

Now, a son who possessed such terrifying Nen abilities had suddenly emerged. It was impossible not to feel a tremendous shock to his understanding.

It was like thinking you were dealing with a sheep, only to discover that a fierce tiger was standing behind it.

"Because I'm the youngest child in the family, I was always very well protected. And since I was twelve, I've spent most of my time away from home, wandering from place to place, so it's perfectly normal that you've never heard of me. Now, please turn your attention to these items. I guarantee you'll be satisfied with them." Allen pointed at the equipment and potions on the table.

Although he was now certain that he possessed enough strength to uproot the entire Cabery mafia family, after careful consideration, he abandoned that simple and brutal solution.

The mafia of the Hunter World was not made up of separate, independent groups. They were interconnected in countless ways, forming an enormous alliance of interests. Not only did they possess intelligence networks spread across every corner of the world, but they also maintained Nen user forces like the Shadow Beasts.

When necessary, they could even use their astonishing wealth to hire top Assassins like the Zoldyck Family to eliminate powerful enemies.

Even Chrollo, the Leader of the Phantom Troupe, had been forced to hire the Zoldyck Family to directly assassinate the Ten Dons when facing the mafia alliance, rather than confront them head-on.

Allen did not think that he, having only recently learned Nen abilities, could compare to that vicious Troupe. Showing his strength first as a warning, then using benefits to win them over, was the approach of a smart person.

"Th-these weapons and rings... What's going on? Why has my strength suddenly increased? My reactions have gotten faster too! Even my body feels stronger!"

After examining several pieces of equipment, Marcus Cabelli abruptly stood up and Shouted excitedly.

He couldn't help being excited!

Ever since securing his position, he had seen countless precious Auction Items worth billions or even tens of billions of Jenny every year. But this was the first time he had encountered something so miraculous, something that could enhance Physical Quality out of thin air.

If they appeared at an underground Auction, they would not only one hundred percent trigger a scramble among mafia Executives from all over the world, but would also make a name for him and attract the attention of the Ten Dons.

"You can think of them as miraculous items created through Nen abilities, which is why they possess such extraordinary properties. And let me remind you, among all these items, those bottles of red potion are the most valuable." Allen explained unhurriedly.

In this world, whenever something exceeded ordinary understanding, blaming it on Nen was always the right answer.

After all, no one could prove they had not been created by Nen abilities, so there was no need to worry about being exposed.

"Nen abilities? I see!" Marcus nodded thoughtfully, then picked up a Greater Healing Potion. "How do you use this? What does it do?"

"That gentleman over there—yes, you. Come here."

Allen beckoned to another Mobster in the room.

The instant the man reached the table, Allen suddenly grabbed a dagger without warning and stabbed him more than a dozen times. The white shirt on his upper body was instantly dyed red by the gushing blood, and he looked as though he was about to die.

"Damn it! What are you doing? Have you gone crazy?" Marcus sprang up from the sofa in fright, shuddering as he demanded loudly.

"Make him drink it!"

"What?"

"I said make him drink the potion in your hand! Hurry. If you wait another minute or two, he'll be dead." Allen reminded him expressionlessly.

Marcus had no time to think. He hurriedly pulled out the stopper and poured the red liquid from the bottle down his subordinate's throat in one gulp.

In less than a second, the bloody wounds all healed at a speed visible to the Naked Eye. If not for the shirt stained red with blood, he would have thought that what had just happened was some kind of hallucination.

Likewise, the Mobster who had been stabbed more than a dozen times for no reason was utterly shocked. He repeatedly checked the skin on his chest and abdomen, only to find that not even a trace of injury remained.

Moreover, he felt no pain at all, nor any weakness from the massive blood loss. He was as healthy as a bull.

"Greater Healing Potion! It can heal all types of wounds, including gunshot wounds, stab wounds, cuts, internal bleeding and fractures caused by impacts or crushing. As long as they haven't drawn their last breath, they can be saved. The five round bottles beside them contain Super Healing Potions, which are roughly twice as effective as the former. I've shown enough sincerity. Now it's your turn." Allen rested his chin on one hand and stared into the Mafia Boss's eyes, radiating an astonishing aura.

Oppression!

An intense oppression beyond words!

Marcus felt as though he had fallen into the sea. Even breathing was becoming increasingly difficult. The greed that had just begun to arise was instantly suppressed, and drenched in sweat, he promised, "I'll send these Auction Items to this year's Auction and charge only the lowest possible commission. But you must guarantee that you can provide items of the same quantity and quality at this time next year. Especially those potions! In return, I'll forgive your father's mistake and continue our partnership."

"Not enough! You must also guarantee my family's safety and not reveal the source of these items to anyone. If you fail to do so, I'll come visit you again. And when that time comes, it won't be a deal between civilized people. It will be blood, slaughter, and death." Allen threatened.

"Agreed!"

Marcus agreed without even thinking.

At that moment, he was completely absorbed by the astonishing effects of the Greater Healing Potion. His mind was filled with thoughts of how to use it to climb to a higher position, perhaps even become one of the Ten Dons during his lifetime.

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