Inside the hotel room.
The gang members were piled up haphazardly, their various firearms and weapons casually tossed aside.
At some point, the room door had been closed, and even the people standing guard outside had been dragged in.
Wails of agony rose and fell in the room, mixed with curses and threats.
But Kevin clearly wasn't having any of it. He pulled over a chair, placed it in front of the crowd, and sat down at ease.
"You, tell me, what are you here for?" Kevin asked, pointing at one of the gang members.
"You're finished, do you know who you've provoked..." The named gang member sobbed and threatened fiercely, but before he could finish speaking, Kevin kicked him in the face.
The kick was incredibly powerful; the man's face instantly deformed, blood splattered, and it was unclear if he was alive or dead.
"Seriously, can't you understand plain talk? Do I have an accent?" Kevin muttered, then pointed at another person, "You, you answer."
"I advise you..." The person just opened his mouth when, "Bang!" another kick landed.
This person also instantly turned pale and collapsed to the side.
Leon, buried in the pile of people, was drenched in sweat. He knew clearly that this time, they had severely run into a brick wall.
His mind was a mess; he tried hard to calm down and clear his thoughts.
Just then, due to his awkward posture, a folded piece of paper fell out of his jacket pocket.
Seeing the paper, Leon's eyes widened sharply.
He remembered that prophecy poem.
The black letter, that's right, it was the mission notification received at twelve o'clock, and it matched the mission to convey the oral message.
[The unavoidable jackals, heading east, bringing their minions], wasn't this exactly their action this morning?
He unconsciously turned his head to look at Kevin, who was sitting on the chair.
[The newborn beast, disgusted, speaking insolently will suffer physical pain], indeed, this was his current reality.
Perhaps it was because he had just spoken earlier, he was beaten more severely than the others after being thrown over, but thankfully, his life was not in danger.
And at this moment, Kevin was asking questions with increasing impatience.
"You, I'm losing patience." Kevin's finger pointed towards Leon.
Leon's mind raced, the words and phrases from the prophecy poem constantly flashing in his mind.
He hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke.
"Ap- apologize. We have no ill intentions, truly no ill intentions. We are just here to deliver a message, I don't even know the specific content we were supposed to tell you."
Leon honestly stated what he knew.
At this point, no one would blame him much.
Kevin finally withdrew his foot and nodded slightly. Then, he lowered his head and looked at the person who had fallen in front of him.
"You, what was your name again?" Kevin asked.
The Boss, who had been severely taught a lesson by him earlier, had now woken up, the pain throughout his body making him groan uncontrollably.
Hearing Kevin's question, he answered tremblingly, "Bruto, my name is Bruto."
"Right, Bruto, now you can tell me, what exactly are you here for?"
If Kevin hadn't genuinely not sensed any killing intent from these people, the scene would likely have been more than just a simple chorus of wails.
Bruto nodded repeatedly, enduring the intense pain, and said, "I was ordered by the sixth son of the Tedoluka Family, Saro Terdorca, to find you."
Saro Terdorca... Who is that?
To be honest, Kevin had no impression of this, as the original memories were fragmented, and unimportant memories were not retained at all.
Furthermore, he was certain that he should have never had any dealings with this gang family, which sounded very powerful.
"What does he want to say?" Kevin pressed.
"Lord Saro said, said..." Bruto stammered.
"Stop stammering." Kevin urged.
"He said he hopes you will return, and asked if you have had enough fun outside. These are not my words, I am just responsible for conveying them.
He also said not to think that just because you have a little power, you can do whatever you want, and that your bit of power is insignificant in his eyes.
He asked if you truly intended to betray him?
If you return now and continue to serve him, he can let bygones be bygones and forgive your betrayal.
Otherwise..." Saying this, Bruto started to hesitate again.
Kevin frowned. Seeing this, Bruto quickly and fearfully continued, "Otherwise, he will have to resort to some forceful methods. Don't blame him then for not notifying you in advance."
After hearing this, Kevin nodded slightly, then asked doubtfully, "Tell me, who exactly is this Saro?"
Kevin roughly guessed that this person might have been the original owner's former sponsor.
After all, at that time, the original owner was conducting research, which required a large amount of various materials, and maintaining numerous experiments and data collection required huge funds.
Even though the original owner was a pharmacist who graduated from a prestigious school, acquiring such wealth was by no means easy, so naturally, he had dealings with the local underworld family.
At that time, most of the various potions produced by the original owner were sold to this family, and only this family in the area could purchase them, and he was not allowed to sell to others.
This information was deduced by Kevin by reviewing the account books and various material flow records. However, the original owner did not record the specific trading partners in detail.
Clearly, the original owner was more focused on biopharmaceuticals, only simply recording other matters without paying too much attention.
Unexpectedly, the other party actually tracked him here. What a hassle.
But thinking carefully, this was also reasonable. Since the other party knew about Nen Ability, they naturally understood the rarity of Kevin's Nen Ability. For these gang families, the help that this ability could bring was self-evident.
"The Tedoluka Family is a member of the Ten Old Heads who manage all the gangs in the world. The current family head is one of the Ten Old Heads."
"And Saro is the sixth son of this Ten Old Head," Bruto explained.
That does sound very impressive.
Hearing this, Kevin patted the dust off himself and got up to walk towards the door.
He said as he walked, "Go back and tell your superior that the previous cooperation ends now. I hope we can part ways amicably."
I'll let you off this time as proof of parting amicably. If there's a next time, tell him to wash his neck clean."
How could Bruto dare to say anything more? He could only honestly nod. They truly couldn't afford to provoke this young man in front of them.
"Phew, that monster is finally gone."
"He's truly terrifying, who exactly is he?"
Just as the people in the room were quietly complaining, Kevin's voice came from the doorway again, causing the gang members in the room to instantly become silent, like chickens whose necks had been squeezed.
"Oh, right, remember to honestly pay for the damages. You messed up the hotel room like this, you have to compensate them.
Also, pay for my room fee. Consider it your apology."
"Yes... Yes!" Bruto quickly responded loudly, afraid that a slow answer would provoke Kevin back.
After confirming that Kevin had truly left, a series of gasps and breaths could be heard rising and falling in the room.
"We're really out of luck. The information we were given didn't say this guy was so powerful."
If he had known how powerful he was, he would have come politely long ago.