Pablo Escobar did not doubt Pakunoda's words.
He simply lifted his head and looked at the man he had admired all his life, his uncle. Now crazed, eyes bloodshot, looking like a defeated dog.
He closed his eyes in pain.
The man before him was no longer the legendary Don.
He was just an old man consumed by greed, obsessed with wealth and power.
When people get old, everyone wants a peaceful old age.
Especially those who ruled the underworld, they crave security even more.
And in their shallow understanding, only money can bring them comfort.
Like greedy eunuchs in ancient courts, hoarding gold to secure a stable old age.
Oscar Salvatore Malas had reached that stage.
The great mafia empire he built had become merely a tool for hoarding wealth.
But from today onward, that power would fall into Luke's hands.
"Captain, are you ready?"
Pakunoda loaded memory bullets into her memory gun as she asked.
"Go ahead."
Luke nodded with a smile.
He knew Pakunoda's bullets could implant memories into others.
He had a similar invention, the Memory Disk.
But that would force him to review memories frame by frame, too time-consuming.
Better to let Pakunoda organize the memories, then transfer them with a memory bullet.
It's much more convenient.
Bang!!
One bullet to the head.
Luke successfully acquired Oscar Salvatore Malas' memories.
"So that's the Ten Mafia Dons' power structure and distribution..."
He browsed the information in his mind and nodded, satisfied.
"This makes things much easier."
Once the key information was obtained, the old lion had no further use.
Crack.
Before Oscar Salvatore Malas could scream again, Feitan snapped his neck cleanly.
The former underworld king was gone.
"I really hate your ability, you know."
Hands in his pockets, Feitan turned to Pakunoda.
"It takes away so many interrogation opportunities."
Torturing prisoners was his specialty, but with Pakunoda around, he rarely got the chance.
"What about him?"
Seeing Feitan finish off Oscar Salvatore Malas, Machi loosened her Nen thread slightly.
"For now, I need someone to temporarily stabilize the situation and clean up the aftermath."
Luke read the memories and looked Pablo Escobar up and down.
If he only wanted the Ten Dons dead, he could walk away now.
But he wanted more.
"The surface world's power has already been taken by V5."
"If I can't even get a taste of the underworld's soup..."
A slight smile appeared on Luke's lips.
"That would be an insult to this era."
In the booming golden era of the 80s and 90s, when the global internet was expanding, even in a world where Nen exists, it was a rare opportunity.
Not taking advantage of it would be foolish.
But many things can't be done openly.
However, using a criminal underworld identity to execute certain plans… was perfect.
If, in the future, he is able to obtain a high position within the Hunter Association, there will definitely be many people watching him.
Some matters, once you reach a certain level, become inconvenient to get involved in.
However, if he acts instead under the identity of a mafia, intervening and operating through that position, it will become extremely convenient, even smooth and unobstructed.
And if Luke also offers support from within the Hunter Association, cooperating from both sides, then the control he could exert over countless places in this world would make one plus one far more than just two.
"I need a representative in the mafia..."
Luke gestured, and Machi's Nen threads tightened, sending Pablo Escobar to stand in front of Luke.
"I am willing to serve you!"
Pablo Escobar was extremely shrewd. Since Luke had said such things and even spared his life, of course, he understood what Luke meant.
He immediately knocked his head against the floor repeatedly, like pounding garlic, producing several banging sounds.
Only when Luke lifted his hand did he finally raise his head.
The bright, fresh red blood flowing down his forehead was so glaring.
"You are a smart person. I like speaking and dealing with smart people."
Luke smiled lightly. "So then, as a smart person, how should you handle what comes next?"
"My uncle, Oscar Salvatore Malas, the previous Don, unfortunately died during this incident."
Knowing this was a test from Luke, Pablo Escobar replied without hesitation, "Not only did his forces suffer heavy losses,"
"Even the Shadow Beasts did not escape this fate..."
When he said this, Pablo Escobar discreetly observed the group's reaction.
He found that all of them were still completely calm, without the slightest surprise or concern.
So he straightened his kneeling posture even more.
Clearly, in the eyes of this group of villains, the Shadow Beasts were insignificant.
Or rather, they had never considered them a threat, not even enough to inconvenience them.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have bypassed the Shadow Beasts and appeared directly here.
If even the Shadow Beasts were useless, then the background and strength of this group... must be far greater.
But that only made Pablo Escobar realize that this was an opportunity.
With his uncle dead, and himself still possessing value, this might even allow him to rise in a single leap.
Pablo Escobar grabbed the chance without hesitation.
He completely ignored the corpse of his uncle lying nearby with eyes still wide open, tossed aside like trash.
In the face of his own survival and bright future, none of that mattered at all.
He even felt a bit lucky that his uncle had become old, greedy for wealth, and no longer sharp.
Otherwise, the one lying dead might have been him...
"My uncle, the Shadow Beasts, and even the Kute Gang of Thieves from earlier, they all died at the hands of..."
Pablo didn't care about details and lumped the Kute Gang of Thieves' deaths together into this narrative.
Strictly speaking, the result wasn't wrong anyway.
"We are the Phantom Troupe."
Phinks continued massaging his bulging arm muscles.
"All of them died at the hands of the Phantom Troupe."
Pablo Escobar immediately changed his wording to match Phinks' words.
"But before my uncle died, he left the position of Don, along with Ambrossa's entire foundation, to me..."
As he spoke, he observed Luke's expression.
Then...