Transaction Complete

One hundred million Jenny?

Gelman was somewhat surprised, but his eyes quickly glanced at Neon, and he roughly guessed what was going on.

It was likely that Neon's "Angel's Automatic Notetaking" had predicted some future. To avoid this future, the Nosra Family needed to buy the "Lord of Crows' Monocle."

Someone was willing to pay one hundred million Jenny, and he was in urgent need of money. Even if he could get a higher price through a public auction, there was no reason for him to refuse.

"Okay," Gelman nodded. "After the payment is complete, it will be yours."

Seeing Gelman agree so readily, Light breathed a sigh of relief, but a sliver of doubt lingered in his heart.

He was relieved because Gelman hadn't raised the price, and the transaction seemed like it could be concluded cleanly.

The sliver of doubt was because Gelman had agreed so quickly. Could the eyeball's value actually not be that high?

If time hadn't been insufficient, Light would definitely have dug deeper, but now he could only let it go.

Neon's prophecy poem had predicted Light's future within this month, hinting at Neon's unfortunate fate.

His daughter's safety was more important. He had to avoid her "withering" future. Otherwise, the rising Nosra Family would fall, and their enemies would take the opportunity to kick them while they were down.

This absolutely could not happen. Light couldn't bear to imagine what misfortune he would face after losing his daughter. It was too terrifying.

"Huh?"

Neon hadn't seen her divination poem. Doing so ensured the accuracy of the prophecy, so she didn't know the inside story and was a bit surprised at this moment.

"Dad, you actually bought it? Didn't you say it was cursed? And it's just a beast's eyeball, it's not even good-looking, so what's the point of buying it?"

"Just keep it in the basement," Light said, immediately changing to a kind demeanor when facing his daughter. "The curse won't affect us."

Daznuo also offered advice at the opportune moment: "Or you could give it to an enemy, a competitor. This eyeball might disrupt their minds in the near future, causing them to make wrong judgments."

"Good idea," Light agreed with a nod.

Gelman was also quite sure of this. He was the first person whose mind had been affected.

However, he had held the "Lord of Crows' Monocle" for three days and hadn't been affected again.

This meant that it needed to be used to influence the minds of "Nen users." At least, it needed to be placed nearby for more than three days. For ordinary people, it should be shorter.

There were still quite a few restrictions, after all, it had already separated from the Lord of Crows and was now an inanimate object.

It was getting late. Neon, who had been persistently following her father, yawned, feeling sleepy.

Seeing this, Light asked his daughter a few concerned questions, then instructed, "Daznuo, transfer the money to him. We should be going."

"Yes, Boss," Daznuo replied respectfully.

Light looked at his daughter again. "Neon, let's go. We'll go back and get some rest early. Don't stay up late anymore."

"Yes—" Neon deliberately drew out her voice and playfully stuck out her tongue. "I know, Dad. I'll sleep after I finish the 'Human Body Puzzle'."

That was her latest treasure. As the name suggested, it was a puzzle, but one that depicted human tissues. She decided to frame it after she finished assembling it and hang it at the entrance of her collection room.

"You, you," Light chuckled, acting like a doting father who couldn't handle his willful daughter.

The father and daughter, surrounded by a group of guards, arrived like a black tide and retreated like a black tide.

Daznuo, on behalf of the Nosra Family, transferred one hundred million Jenny to Gelman's account and paid a fee to the auction house.

After confirming the transfer was correct, Gelman handed the "Lord of Crows' Eyeball" to him.

Daznuo, holding the glass jar, cast one last glance at Gelman, then turned and quickly went to catch up with his boss.

By the time he caught up with his boss, they were already outside the auction house.

Neon had already settled into the back seat of the black car, while Light was arguing with someone approaching them.

It was a bald man wearing sunglasses, followed by several bodyguards, confronting the Nosra Family.

"Light, don't be too arrogant!" the bald man said with a trilled 'r' sound, tilting his chin high, and contemptuously pointing at Light with his index finger. "You're a pathetic loser who only got ahead because of your daughter!"

Daznuo's expression darkened.

He handed the solution jar to one of the guards and strode forward aggressively, intending to get in front of Light, but Light stopped him with a hand gesture.

"Stand down," Light signaled with his eyes.

Daznuo quickly responded, "Yes."

He retreated to Light's side, a distance from which he could protect his boss at any time.

"Shanzhi," Light stroked the mustache on his upper lip. "We're all working for the 'Ten Dons.' Let's not interfere with each other, what do you say?"

The gang leader, addressed as "Shanzhi," glared at Daznuo, then roughly rubbed his shiny bald head and sneered, "You were just a small-time leader before, only rising through trickery! How dare you compare yourself to someone like me who would go through fire and water for the 'Ten Dons'?"

"You'd better watch your mouth," Light said, his hands clasped behind his back. "It's your freedom not to believe Neon's divination, but are you implying that the 'Ten Dons' can be easily fooled?"

Shanzhi then realized he had spoken out of turn. He spat on the ground, as if that could retract his previous words.

"Hmph, I can't win an argument with you with words alone, but one day, the Ten Dons will see through your true colors. When that happens, your Nosra Family will be ruined."

"Then we'll see." Lite had his own concerns, but he maintained a confident front.

"Tch, bad luck. Don't let me see you again!"

Shanzhi snorted coldly and, with his subordinates, strode towards the auction house entrance.

At that moment, the revolving door of the auction house was pushed open, and Gelman happened to be walking out, heading towards the street where the streetlights twinkled like stars.

Shanzhi brushed past Gelman, suddenly realized something, turned around, and stared at Gelman's retreating back, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

"This man, I feel like I've seen him somewhere before..."

Meanwhile, Lite and Daznuo stood by the car, also witnessing this scene.

"Boss," Daznuo whispered, "Ever since I saw that seller, I felt like I'd seen him somewhere before. I just remembered, he was on a wanted poster."

"A wanted poster?" Lite looked at Daznuo with slight surprise.

"Yes, his name is Gelman. Besides a B-class wanted notice from the police, he's also wanted by the mafia. It's because he killed one of our minor gang leaders and is suspected of being a member of the Phantom Troupe."

"Gelman?" Now that you mention it, Lite had some recollection, though such minor matters usually didn't require his attention. "What exactly happened?"

I've made some revisions to the preceding text, but each time I revise, some chapter comments might be lost. My apologies.