"That guy will definitely be interested."
When Luke stored the stone away, a certain figure surfaced in his mind, someone dusty, sloppy, unshaven.
Gon's father, Ging Freecss.
Constantly exploring ancient ruins and dangerous sites, Ging had seen countless bizarre objects.
Compared to that, the Stone of Seven Emotions and Six Desires was nothing special.
He was the perfect expert to hand it over to.
After storing the stone, Luke and Chrollo stepped out.
And the first thing they saw was Uvogin... fighting a Gorilla.
Or rather, an ape-type Shadow Beast.
Those muscles, clearly amplified by his Nen ability, displayed incredible power.
Even Chrollo, after a glance, had absolutely no desire to steal his Nen ability.
That Nen's ability was simple and singular, lacking any skill or practicality.
Chrollo had plenty of Nen abilities to enhance power.
He didn't need one that required transforming into a gorilla to increase power.
Luke, on the other hand, seemed quite interested.
This Shadow Beasts was similar to the Zoan-Type Devil Fruit abilities Luke had seen in One Piece before.
It can transform its body into a beast form, either partially or completely.
Luke didn't know the extent to which this gorilla-like beast could transform its body. However, he knew that if this was all it possessed, if this was the only ability it had developed, then there was no need to worry about Uvogin's situation.
They were both Enhancer type and not the kind of Manipulation type that Enhancer types hate the most.
If Uvogin couldn't even handle an opponent like this, he might as well just slit his own throat with Nobunaga's sword.
"Let's go..."
Luke glanced at it briefly, then relaxed and turned to walk away.
"Where are you going, captain?"
Shalnark seemed to have guessed something, but still asked.
"Go find the Don here and have a good talk."
Luke's voice reached everyone's ears. "It's quite perfect timing, I'm quite interested in the position of the Ten Mafia Dons..."
The other Phantom Troupe members didn't think much of it, simply assuming that Luke was somewhat interested in the underworld.
After all, as the leader of the Phantom Troupe, Luke's vision and perspective weren't that narrow-minded.
So, they followed Luke's footsteps, heading towards the bottom of a building.
"Hmm?!! Are they leaving already?!!"
Uvogin, engrossed in his battle, also noticed the departing figures of the group.
He immediately felt a chill.
"Last time they went ahead and wiped out all the Kute Gang of Thieves, leaving me with nothing to catch."
"And this time, they've set off again. I wonder what big fish they're going to catch this time..."
Thinking of this, Uvogin suddenly became serious, his gaze turning icy as he looked at the Gorilla before him.
"I can't waste any more time with you here!!"
"I need to hurry and catch up with the captain and the others!!"
"Hurry up... and die!!"
Uvogin suddenly raised his voice, and the roar that erupted from his throat... resounded across the entire sky, creating ripples of sound that spread outwards.
Even the faint sounds of Phinks and Nobunaga's curses and complaints could be heard from nearby. His incredibly loud voice certainly disturbed the ears of others.
However, Uvogin didn't care; he was only focused on how the Gorilla before him would react to his outburst!
And the result did not disappoint Uvogin at all. Even Porcupine, at close range, had its eardrums ruptured by Uvogin's roar.
Then, even the Gorilla, whose physique was only slightly better, was involuntarily swayed twice by Uvogin's roar, and its eyes went blank.
Uvogin seized this opportunity and kicked its strong leg hard.
Boom!!
Then he unleashed his long-prepared, fully charged, serious punch, the Big Bang Impact.
Carrying a massive aura and force, it slammed into the Gorilla Shadow Beast!
When the creature finally recovered mentally, its consciousness reacted, but its body couldn't keep up.
A tragedy was about to unfold on the rooftop.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the United Trade Tower, inside a hidden office...
"These damned things!!"
At the round desk sat an elderly man with white hair and beard, his face already etched with wrinkles.
This was Oscar Salvatore Malas, one of the Ten Mafia Dons, known as the Old Wound on the Iron Throne.
Sitting in the shadows, he resembled a war monument forgotten by time.
His bronze skin was covered with star-shaped scars from healed bullet holes, and a long, wavy scar ran from his left brow bone to his jaw.
That was a gift from the meat grinder night mafia war in Ambrossa thirty years ago, and the beginning of his rise to power.
"It's gotten to the point where I have to use the Shadow Beasts!!"
Oscar Salvatore Malas's short, gray hair looked like steel needles scorched by dynamite. "By the time of this year's gathering at Yorknew City, my share will be even less!!"
Every year on September 1st, an underground auction is held in Yorknew City.
Mafias from all over the world, to demonstrate their loyalty and flattery to the Ten Mafia Dons, will spend huge sums of money buying the collectibles brought out by the Ten Mafia Dons.
The auction proceeds from those mafias all go into the pockets of the Ten Mafia Dons.
The division of such a sum of money was governed by strict, detailed regulations within the Ten Mafia Dons.
One of these regulations concerned the use of the Shadow Beasts.
If, without the unanimous agreement of all the Ten Mafia Dons regarding a common problem that needed to be resolved, the Shadow Beasts were used to solve personal troubles or difficulties, then that Don would have to give up a portion of their share.
"It's all because of that bunch of bastards who appeared out of nowhere, causing me to lose such a huge sum of money!!"
Oscar Salvatore Malas's deep-set eyes looked like two yellow gems soaking in whiskey.
His eyes, once filled with unbridled arrogance, were now brimming with anger and... heartache.
"And my casino! Those damned Kute Gang of Thieves! How did they manage to provoke those reckless lunatics?!"
His nose, broken three times before, now emitted heavy breaths: "I should never have allowed those bastards in just because I owed Kute a favor!!"
"Now look what's happened! Even my own business can't continue. I've already received numerous complaints and grievances from the higher-ups in this city..."
Oscar Salvatore Malas's voice grew increasingly urgent, filled with anger and heartache.
"How many Jennys have I lost at this rate?!"
He was getting old; his former ambition and ruthless spirit had transformed into nothing more than greed and lust for money.