Dark clouds gathered.
An oppressive sky loomed over the entire city.
Inside a luxurious estate on the outskirts.
A fountain sprayed water in the center of the garden.
A black luxury sedan stopped outside the main building.
The car door opened.
Kurapika stepped out.
He wore an immaculate black suit.
His blond hair was neatly combed.
His face was expressionless.
His gaze was cold.
He followed the red carpet.
He entered the mansion belonging to the mafia's Nostrade Family.
The first-floor waiting hall was spacious.
A thick, handmade wool carpet covered the floor.
Priceless oil paintings hung on the walls.
More than a dozen people were already seated in the hall.
They were all Nen users applying to become bodyguards.
Kurapika found a corner by a window and sat down.
He closed his eyes.
He drew his aura entirely into his body.
He quietly observed his surroundings.
Ahead and to his right.
A flashily dressed man with slicked-back hair was smoking.
He blew smoke rings all over the hall.
This was Basho.
An Emission Nen user.
On the sofa to the left.
Sat a small person.
Or rather.
An odd-looking person.
Her front teeth protruded, and the top of her head was bald.
Her appearance was unsettling.
But Kurapika sensed no malice from her.
Instead, in her steady breathing.
He sensed a rare tranquility.
This was Melody.
An Emission Nen user.
Besides those two.
There were several vicious-looking people carrying weapons.
Kurapika made his assessment.
The people here.
Most were amateurs who had only learned basic Nen.
Nothing to fear.
Heavy footsteps came from the corridor.
The hall door swung open.
A tall man with a ponytail walked in.
A long sword hung at his waist.
The captain of the Nostrade Family's bodyguards.
Dalzollene.
"Everyone."
Dalzollene's voice was booming.
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