Aura...
In the hands of some ability users with a strong desire to show off, it always made people uncomfortable.
The most typical and absurd example was none other than Hisoka.
At this moment, Moro could sense the unbearable desire within Hisoka's Aura, as well as the difficult emotions of suppressing that desire.
This guy... had terrifying control over his own desires.
But that was all for the sake of receiving even more intense gratification.
It was practically a vivid embodiment of "Bungee Gum," like rubber—the harder it was compressed, the higher it bounced.
The more Moro learned about Hisoka, the more he wanted to shake off this clingy nuisance.
And after they had broken in here, Hisoka would undoubtedly become a target for Nolan's organization's retaliation.
The mafia had always been vicious and brutal. Once they set their sights on someone, they clung like maggots to bone.
Moro had to shake off Hisoka, lest he get dragged into it.
That was right. The person Nolan would retaliate against in the future was Hisoka. What did that have to do with Moro?
Too lazy to pay attention to Hisoka, who was wrestling with his desires, Moro walked toward the corpses strewn across the ground and picked up two submachine guns.
When dealing with ordinary people, firearms were highly practical and could save some unnecessary Aura expenditure.
Simbika glanced at Letona's corpse on the ground, her eyes trembling slightly before she walked up behind Moro and asked, "What... exactly is going on here?"
"Simbika, you're a Professional Hunter, right?"
Moro turned to look at Simbika and asked in return.
Simbika froze for a moment, then nodded. "Yes."
"Did you accept a commission to investigate a virus?"
Moro asked again.
Simbika shook her head. "Not investigate. Treat."
"Who was the client?"
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