This World

The news station not only released photos of the victims but also the scene where the pickup truck had been sliced into six pieces.

Without a doubt—

This C-class wanted criminal, Dis Mendico, was also a Nen user.

Moyu silently withdrew his hand, turned around, and left.

The old man at the newspaper stand looked up at Moyu's retreating figure, cursing under his breath as he turned the small TV back.

"This murderer's already killed how many people, and they still haven't caught him... I don't know what those people are even doing."

The old man spat on the ground.

Moyu left the newsstand and casually hailed a taxi on the roadside.

"Jinze Street, Ai Ai Bar."

Getting into the back seat, Moyu stated the destination and fell silent.

The taxi driver glanced at the underage Moyu through the rearview mirror, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, then spun the steering wheel and merged the taxi into traffic.

Moyu turned his head to look out the window at the streets and shops lit up by the night, and the bustling flow of pedestrians.

If not for that news report just now, this lively, clamorous scene before him wouldn't be much different from a city night in his previous life.

"C-class wanted criminal, Dis Mendico."

Moyu murmured to himself, silently committing the name to memory.

That middle-aged man he'd met by chance on the road—less than two hours after they'd parted ways—had been brutally killed by this Nen user named Dis.

And people as vicious as Dis were not rare; even wanted criminals who didn't know Nen were a dime a dozen.

Simply put, Every corner of the Hunter world was like a Gotham City with varying degrees of chaos.

At any moment, a Joker could pop out from some alley, ignoring all laws and running wild, and there would always be a Batman standing against him, championing justice.

That was the other side of the world, distinct from its bustling, glamorous surface.

Slowly reining in his thoughts, Moyu pulled out the world map he'd just bought and looked down to examine it.

The Six Continents, Ten Districts, and the five internationally recognized great nations were essentially the condensed form of the world map.

The so-called Six Continents were six landmasses scattered across the world.

The so-called Ten Districts were the territories under the jurisdiction of the ten highest leaders of the world's mafia across the Six Continents.

The so-called Five Great Nations were the five major international United Nations: the Saherta United States, the Kukan'yu Kingdom, the Minbo Republic, the Begerosse United Nations, and the Ochima Federation, collectively referred to as V5.

Ganlin City, where Moyu currently was, was a northern city in the Saherta United States on the Yorbian Continent, sharing a roughly 1,100-kilometer route with Laxiang City, another northern coastal city.

"1,100 kilometers, huh..."

Moyu scanned the world map, then was suddenly drawn to a line of notes on the map's edge—

"Airship speed: 95km/h ~ 139km/h"

This thoughtful annotation gave Moyu a rough idea of the travel time to fly to Laxiang City.

"First, I need to get an ID Card."

Moyu thought to himself.

Forty minutes later, the taxi arrived at the destination.

It was exactly eight in the evening.

Moyu got out of the car, looked up at the dazzling lights of the Ai Ai Bar, then walked into the alley beside it.

The alley was dimly lit, overflowing trash bins haphazardly lined against the walls, and a foul stench hung in the air.

Moyu stepped across the ground slick with what seemed to be rancid water, walked to the end of the alley, and saw two young men with garishly dyed hair and piercings in their faces and ears.

"You here for a fake ID?"

The tall one with green hair sized up Moyu but didn't show any disdain because of his age.

"Yes."

Moyu directly pulled two 10,000-Jenie bills from his pocket.

The other young man, with red hair, walked over and took the money from Moyu's hand. He just rubbed it a couple of times, then nodded at the green-haired guy.

The green-haired young man looked at Moyu and said flatly, "Just take a random photo, and it'll be done in half an hour. If you don't want to wait here, you can sit in the bar for a while. Go in through this back door—no one will stop you."

Moyu glanced at the iron door on the left, faintly hearing the thrum of music from inside, shook his head, and declined the green-haired youth's offer.

"Half an hour. You guys work pretty fast."

"Tch, with this kind of chump change, if we weren't efficient, how would we make any money?"

The red-haired youth waved the two thin bills.

Moyu glanced at the red-haired youth and said calmly, "I'll just wait here."

"Fine."

The two youths were straightforward. They took the money, did the job, and started going through the motions to forge Moyu's documents.

Half an hour later.

Moyu received a fake ID card that could pass for the real thing.

The green-haired youth said flatly, "It's a fake ID, after all. Good enough for buying boat or airship tickets, or entry to scenic spots. Don't think about using it for anything else, and don't expect to cross borders with it."

"Mm."

Moyu nodded at the green-haired youth, then turned and left.

He'd thought his age might cause complications or trouble during the process, but it went smoothly. They even matched him with a set of identity information—thorough service.

The green-haired youth and the red-haired youth watched Moyu leave the alley.

Only when Moyu was completely out of sight did the red-haired youth blurt out, "Ying, he's just a brat. Why not just rob him? Way simpler."

"Slap."

Ying backhanded the red-haired youth across the forehead, then lit a cigarette and cursed, "You dumbass. The eyes you barely grew in your mother's womb, you only use them to stare at women's asses and thighs."

"Uh..."

The red-haired youth rubbed his head and muttered, "But Ying, I prefer looking at big tits."

"Slap, slap!"

Ying backhanded him twice more, then took a deep drag of his cigarette.

"You saw Miss Koko at the gang meeting a while back, right?"

"Yeah, just a glance from afar. Ying, why bring that up all of a sudden?"

"So what did you think of Miss Koko's presence?"

"Uh, I can't really put it into words. Just... she stood out way more than the big shots in the gang."

"What if I told you that kid just now was more dangerous than Miss Koko? Would you believe me?"

"Hahaha, Ying, you're really joking around."

The red-haired youth froze for a moment, then burst out laughing, thinking Ying was kidding.

Ying looked at the red-haired youth laughing his head off, reached out, and patted his shoulder twice. He sighed, "Brother was wrong just now. From now on, just keep staring at asses and thighs while you still can."

"But Ying, I still prefer looking at big tits."

The red-haired youth said pitifully.

At the airport.

Moyu got out of the taxi and headed straight for the terminal.

It was already ten at night.

Moyu checked at the service counter and found that this airport had no direct flights to Laxiang City. If he planned a route with a transfer, it would take at least fifteen hours of flight time—might as well just take a car.

But since he was already here, Moyu used his newly forged ID to buy a ticket for a transfer station airship, then followed the crowd aboard.

At 22:15, the airship took off.

Three hours later.

The airship landed at a transfer station airport.

Flying from here to Laxiang City would mean going a long way around for nothing.

Moyu got off, quickly bought a direct ticket to Laxiang City, then boarded. He went to the airship's bar, sat by the window, and waited for takeoff.

"I should arrive before evening."

Moyu glanced at the night outside the window, then took out the Rat Treasure Bead and examined it closely.

This blue bead, like a glass marble, corresponded to Hawk's condition. By discerning the blue luster inside, Moyu could monitor Hawk's status in real time.

In a corner of the bar.

A pair of bright, sparkling eyes was fixed on the Rat Treasure Bead in Moyu's hand.