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"Felicia Fitzgerald?"
Illumi chuckled after hearing Adkins's words.
"I understand. Transfer the deposit to my account, and within three days, you will receive news of her death."
"No, three days is too long."
Adkins refused, causing Illumi to frown and ask in a deep voice.
"What do you mean?"
Adkins flicked his cigar, blew out a smoke ring, and closed his eyes.
"To my knowledge, an hour ago, a mercenary team entered the Padokea Republic."
"And the one responsible for meeting them is Felicia Fitzgerald."
"So, I think three days is too long."
"If I die by then, you won't get the remaining payment."
"I understand." Illumi replied in a deep voice, then hung up the phone.
He looked at the Zoldyck family mansion, then turned and walked towards the direction of the Testing Gate.
"Just got home and already have to leave."
Illumi walked while calling the butler's office.
"Ring ring ring~"
In the bright and spacious head butler's office, the phone suddenly rang. Zebro and Gotoh, who were meditating on the sofa with their eyes closed, exchanged glances. Zebro got up and walked to the fixed phone, picking up the receiver.
"This is the butler's office."
Illumi heard the voice on the phone and said calmly.
"Zebro, inform my dad that I've taken a commission and am heading out."
After speaking, Illumi directly hung up the phone, not giving Zebro a chance to speak.
"You're going out again?"
As soon as the call ended, a slightly immature voice came from beside Illumi. Milluki was leaning against a large tree, staring at him with lifeless eyes.
"You're almost done too, aren't you?"
Illumi looked at him. He could already sense that Milluki's Aura had become much stronger. He knew this meant Milluki's training was nearing its end.
"You'll be able to complete your training in about another year."
"But still not as good as you."
Milluki closed his eyes and walked away. It was a very ordinary conversation, but in Illumi's eyes at this moment, a blue smoke rose from Milluki, soaring into the sky.
"The negative emotions are getting stronger."
Illumi looked at Milluki's receding back, thinking to himself. Then, he too turned and left.
"Emotions..."
"My ability can be developed from the emotions of these people."
Illumi suddenly thought. Why couldn't his Nen ability be developed in conjunction with his innate ability?
"Seven deadly sins, seven emotions, seven individuals?"
At this moment, in the park pavilion where Illumi had just been, Zeno Zoldyck sat leisurely on the stone stool, reaching for the teacup, but his movement paused.
A mass of Aura gathered in his eyes.
"This is Aura, whose Aura?"
Zeno Zoldyck frowned, looking at the Aura lingering on the teacup. His gaze shifted, and there was also a wisp of residual Aura on the ground a meter away.
Moreover, the Aura on the ground gave him a very dangerous feeling.
A layer of purple Aura surged from Zeno Zoldyck's hand, flowing towards his fingertips, forming a small purple snake, which slowly swam towards the wisp of residual Aura on the ground.
"Hiss!"
The small purple snake, as soon as it touched the residual Aura on the ground, was instantly swallowed.
"Hiss hiss hiss~"
That wisp of residual Aura, like a human mouth, bit its way along the snake's body towards Zeno Zoldyck's finger.
"Swish!"
At the critical moment, an extremely aggressive purple ray shot out from Zeno Zoldyck's fingertip, annihilating it.
"Such aggressive Aura."
Zeno Zoldyck's brows furrowed tightly, and the two masses of Aura on his eyes deepened again. He looked towards the park path, where footprints of Aura extended all the way to the end of his vision.
"Whose Aura is it, to be so aggressive?"
"I haven't been managing family affairs for too long, I'll have to ask Silva."
Zeno Zoldyck didn't bother with his tea, stood up, and left the pavilion, walking towards Silva's courtyard.
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Time: July 16, 03:00 AM.
Location: Saint Laurent Bay Villa District.
After receiving Adkins's message, Illumi rushed here "at full speed."
Adkins's message to him stated that Felicia Fitzgerald, after flying back to the Padokea Republic, had been staying in the room where her father was killed.
She even handled company affairs from that room, making her a very peculiar woman.
"Should I call it confident, or ignorant?"
When Illumi first heard this news, his first reaction was that the other party was very confident.
Confident enough to definitely catch the killer of her father.
Felicia's goal was not just the client who hired Illumi; she also wanted to catch the assassin. Very confident, but very naive.
Illumi lay on the roof of a detached villa 1000 meters away, pulling out binoculars from his bag and looking towards Felicia's sea-view villa.
At this moment, in the brightly lit villa hall, a group of men of varying heights were drinking and having fun, with women in their arms.
And in the guest rooms on the first floor of the villa, the seductive moans of women could be heard.
"How crude, is this guy a reincarnation of a pervert?"
Illumi's ability was like having X-ray vision. Through the binoculars, he observed the situation inside the entire villa, and naturally also saw what was happening in the guest rooms.
Those groups of humanoid smoke twisted and entangled together. From their movements, it was one man and five women. The purple smoke, representing lust, almost dyed the entire guest room purple.
One against five.
But what surprised Illumi was that on the "one" figure, besides the dense purple, there was also a dense dark blue smoke.
A strange person, maintaining absolute rationality while indulging in pleasure.
"As expected of the legendary mercenary, Maynard Morris."
"Felicia Fitzgerald seems to have gone all out, no wonder she's so confident."
Before Illumi arrived, Adkins had already investigated everything. This group of mercenaries who came to the Padokea Republic was actually a legendary mercenary group with a very big international reputation.
The characteristic of this mercenary group was that their leader, Maynard Morris, had never been injured in ten years of working as a mercenary, not once.
"Hmm!?"
Illumi, looking at that guest room, suddenly noticed that the person stopped moving. The body, where blue and purple smoke intersected, separated from the other purple smoke bodies.
He got out of bed, faced the direction Illumi was in, slowly raised his right hand, and drew it across his neck.
"Interesting, he can sense my surveillance even from a kilometer away?"
Illumi's lips curled into a smile. The other party was very sensitive, he didn't know if it was a Nen ability or something else.
Just one gesture made Illumi implicitly excited. It was the first time he had encountered someone who made him feel tricky before even meeting them.