The underground auction hall.
The air froze for a second.
Then.
A savage roar tore through all the luxury.
Bang, bang, bang.
From Franklin's ten severed fingers.
Highly compressed Nen bullets poured out like a torrential downpour.
Twin machine guns.
Running at full power.
The Mafia bosses in the front row had no time to react.
Their bodies were instantly riddled with holes.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere.
The solid, expensive wooden chairs were shredded effortlessly by the Nen bullets.
Wood splinters mingled with blood.
Bursting in midair.
"We're under attack!"
Someone shouted.
The crowd erupted into chaos.
Screams.
Curses.
All blended together.
The bodyguards in the back rows drew their pistols and tried to fight back.
But under such a wide barrage of Nen bullets.
Ordinary bullets could not even get close to Franklin.
The violent air currents knocked them away.
A bodyguard holding a submachine gun had just stood up.
When a Nen bullet struck him in the chest.
His chest caved straight in.
He slammed into the wall behind him.
Lodged so firmly that he could not have been pried loose.
The hall became a one-sided slaughterhouse.
Feitan stood beside Franklin.
His arms crossed.
He watched the hellish scene with cold eyes.
His gaze was filled with boredom.
Shizuku pushed up the black-framed glasses on her nose.
At some point, a strange vacuum cleaner with teeth at its base had appeared in her hand.
Blinky.
In less than a minute.
The entire hall fell deathly silent.
Not a single person remained alive.
Severed limbs littered the floor.
The heavy stench of blood rose into the air.
Franklin lowered his hands.
The gun barrels at his fingertips closed again.
Returning to ordinary fingers.
"Done."
He spoke in a low voice.
Feitan curled his lip.
"How boring."
Feitan turned