Inside the hospital room.
The gang enforcers responsible for protecting Light's safety, both at the door and inside the room, quietly placed their hands on the firearms at their waists.
The several guys lying before them radiated an unbearable malice.
However, these gang enforcers were all elites; even within the range of such malicious pressure, they still maintained a degree of resistance.
But they were indeed already tense to a certain limit, and drops of sweat slid down their foreheads.
The several strangely dressed guys paid no mind to this, their gazes always focused on Light.
"I am Light, what do you want?"
At this moment, Light had already adjusted his mindset, because the prophecy poem on the paper from before echoed in his mind.
One could only say he was worthy of being someone who could become a Boss; in the face of such malice, he could still remain calm.
"Beasts of Money"?
Presumably, it was this group of people before him, Light thought.
"Don't worry, I'm not here to cause you trouble, just have some questions I want to ask you."
Leading them was a thin man with bandages wrapped around his neck and chin; when he spoke, his throat sounded as if it had been scalded, his voice abnormally hoarse.
"We came under orders from above, and your Boss has also talked to us."
Another man beside him, wearing a hooded cloak and hiding his face in shadow, added with a smile.
At this moment, a gang member at the door nodded at Light, seemingly confirming the man's words.
He was Bruce's subordinate.
"Alright, if I know."
Light nodded, his expression becoming serious.
"Heh heh, that would be great. Tell me in detail about your experience that day, especially the guy who injured you."
It's here, as expected, this is the question.
Light seemed to have been prepared; he nodded and recounted the detailed events of that day word for word.
From receiving the mission to the end, dragging his injuries and illness, leaving in an ambulance.
"Heh heh, indeed, you are the same kind of person as us."
The bandaged man chuckled, his hoarse voice particularly grating.
"The same kind of person?"
Hearing these words, Light fell into thought again.
He had already fully confirmed his daughter's ability; it wasn't an isolated case, but it also meant it was real.
After hearing the news, they left without hesitation, heading towards their target.
As they left, the gang enforcers in the hospital room finally let out a sigh of relief, the tension draining away completely.
...
Kevin walked on the streets at night.
He had just left a restaurant and was planning to return to the hotel to pack his things and then leave.
He looked at the map and documents in his hand and muttered to himself: "So troublesome, is finding the Hunter Exam venue this difficult?"
That's right, he had done some research on the Hunter Exam process.
After successfully applying, you must first go to the initial venue.
But usually, the initial venue is just a facade; the real venue is hidden among complex information.
A Hunter needs to have the ability to analyze this information and arrive at the official venue within the specified time to be considered successful.
In other words, just finding the official venue alone can eliminate the vast majority of applicants.
It is said that the number of applicants who can correctly find the venue each year does not exceed five hundred.
Among these, a large portion are applicants who failed in previous years.
Moreover, they still have to pass multiple subsequent exams to succeed. Based on previous years' situations, each exam varies in form depending on the examiner and covers an extremely wide range of content.
Even a Nen User is highly likely to fail if they encounter completely unfamiliar exam content.
This means the exam carries a considerable element of luck.
Therefore, the number of applicants who successfully pass the exam each year is very small, sometimes even only one or two people.
"Indeed, it's not easy to obtain such privileges."
Kevin thought this and stopped.
At this time, he had walked into a quiet alley.
It was quiet, dim, and empty.
"I say, are you not convinced?"
Kevin turned around and asked calmly.
The person who followed him into the alley quickly pulled back the hood on their head.
What was revealed was an ordinary-looking face, but it was clear that this person was a gang enforcer.
"No, no, no, I didn't come with malice, I came to give you a warning.
There are a few guys who look very powerful heading towards you, I am ordered by the Nostra Family to tell you, please be extra careful.
This is the goodwill of the Nostra Family, farewell."
After speaking, the person left a business card with a flicker of their body, and then hurried away.
Kevin looked at his retreating figure, remembering having seen this person at the hotel; he was one of the group of gang enforcers.
"Powerful guys, huh? They must be the Nen Users Saro hired. How annoying, completely ignoring the warning."
However, Kevin also understood that for those who held high positions in the gang and were used to acting arbitrarily, it would be abnormal if they could easily listen to warnings.
Kevin picked up the business card and glanced at it; only a name and a string of numbers were written on it.
A check was attached below.
Oh my!
One hundred million?
This amount surprised Kevin.
It wasn't that this amount was particularly large; it could only be considered moderate, for Kevin.
But to some extent, it showed the other party's discernment and the intention of fostering good relations.
"Interesting guy, Light Nostra?"
He remembered, it seemed to be that middle-aged man who stood behind like a staff member, his gang aura not very strong.
It must be said, this hundred million truly made Kevin remember this person firmly.
He walked out of the alley and returned to the hotel.
After packing his luggage, he hailed a taxi and drove out of the city, his destination being the airport.
On the way to the airport, Kevin looked at the rear-view mirror of the vehicle.
On a night with little traffic, a car was steadily following them from behind, and was slowly getting closer.
"Stop here."
"Huh?"
The driver was a little surprised; this was the wilderness, and there was still some distance to the airport, why stop here?
"Stop the car."
Since the passenger requested it, the driver had no choice but to obediently stop the car.
Kevin picked up his simple suitcase, opened the car door, and got out, handing the fare to the driver.
"Now, leave here quickly."
At this time, the driver also noticed something strange, because the car behind them stopped directly, and several people who looked difficult to deal with got out of the car.
Without a word, he started the car and sped away.
After Kevin got out of the car, he put his luggage aside and looked at the stopped vehicle.
"You guys drove here, huh? That's quite convenient."
He said something irrelevant.
"You look quite arrogant, do you think you're very capable?"
The man with bandages wrapped around his neck and chin stepped forward and said.
His voice was high-pitched and grating, clearly his throat had been injured.
"Your voice is too unpleasant, shut up, let someone else speak."
Kevin's words instantly made the bandaged man's face turn very ugly.
His companion beside him let out an undisguised laugh: "Hahaha, I told you, your voice is really unpleasant, and now others think so too."
This guy, dressed like a thug, laughed and took a step forward.
"Hey, you're a Nen User too, right? I heard you even cleared the two hundredth floor of the Sky Arena. That's pretty impressive, but we've also won a game or two on the two hundredth floor, and there are three of us here now, I advise you to obediently surrender."
The man wearing the hooded cloak also said: "That's right, we are just hired, the mission is to bring you back, and the requirement is not to inflict incurable injuries on you. Otherwise, the commission will be greatly reduced, and it will also affect our reputation."
Kevin did not respond.
He had already roughly assessed the strength level of these few people.
From the Nen faintly visible on their bodies and the toughness they displayed, it could be seen that they were similar to the second-rate characters who had survived the "trial" on the two hundredth floor and above of the Sky Arena.
More importantly.
He had actually already received the information, and the information about these few people was very cheap.
"Hey, how much did your employer pay?"
Kevin asked curiously.
He wanted to know the market price for people of this level.
"Oh, you want to bribe us with money?"
"Heh heh, we have credit."
"Approximately four hundred million jenny."
Four hundred million, three people.
What a load of nonsense, they even added one hundred million for themselves.
The price for these three people should be one hundred million each, how cheap.