In the camp near the forest's entrance and exit.
Kevin, dressed in a dark green camouflage T-shirt, was sitting there, leisurely drinking tea.
Beside him, White Tree looked at him with a face full of admiration and couldn't help but exclaim: "Big Brother! You are truly amazing! How exactly did you pull off that punch?!"
At this moment, White Tree had already started addressing Kevin as Big Brother.
As for Bergel? Who's that small fry? In White Tree's heart, he was completely unfamiliar.
Kevin just raised his fist and gave it a swing.
"Just like this, swing with force, that's all."
Meanwhile, Bergel was standing beside the corpse of the Charge Armor, silently smoking a cigarette, carefully observing the condition of the body.
The Charge Armor before him looked just like usual, hunched on the ground, but it was completely motionless; those who didn't know better might have thought it was resting.
But after the attack just now, it had clearly died.
There were no obvious, severe wounds on its body, only a regular hexagonal depression at the junction where the carapace connected to the front horn.
It looked just like a mark left by a stamp pressed down with force.
Aside from that, at first glance, there was nothing else unusual.
Beneath this monster, there was also a sunken pit, and the Charge Armor's body was precisely embedded within it.
At this time, soldiers were digging a slope along the outer edge of the Charge Armor so that a crane could lift it out.
After all, the Charge Armor was stuck inside.
As an experienced Hunter, Bergel naturally understood what this strike meant.
This indicated that Kevin's Nen was concentrated, belonging to the concentrated impact type.
To achieve this, one must possess extremely strong control over Nen to deliver such an attack in the "Ko" state.
Otherwise, what should have resulted was an explosive crater, and the shell of the Charge Armor that was hit should have shattered as well.
Training "Ko" is not difficult; the real challenge lies in how much Nen one can gather and how much Nen one can control to assemble there.
From this, it was sufficient to see that Kevin's ability to control Nen was far stronger than his own, which was something Bergel hadn't anticipated before.
"Alright, it's loose! We can hoist it!"
The soldier nearby shouted.
Hearing this, Bergel threw the cigarette from his mouth onto the ground and crushed it with his foot.
The crane nearby began to operate, slowly lifting the Charge Armor.
Accompanied by a splashing sound like flowing water, a large amount of blood poured out from beneath the hoisted Charge Armor, and the blood was mixed with various fragments of internal organs and chunks of flesh.
Such a scene already signaled that the miserable state of its interior was self-evident.
Its legs had already become part of this pile of blood and rotten meat, scattered all over the ground.
The smell of blood and stench spread rapidly.
The surrounding soldiers hurriedly covered their noses and retreated several steps; it was too pungent.
They were no strangers to this smell; it was the odor that only appeared after the interior of a Charge Armor had been severely dismembered.
As the carapace was hoisted up, the soldiers nearby curiously took a peek inside, wanting to see what the situation had become.
Immediately, they all showed expressions of disgust.
They saw that it was already empty inside, with only some limb skin connected to the carapace still hanging there.
Other parts had all turned into meat paste and blood foam, accumulating in a pool within the pit.
"Hiss~"
Bergel couldn't help but gasp.
Kevin had actually directly driven his Nen into the opponent's body; otherwise, such a tragic situation wouldn't have occurred.
This was truly too violent; it could be called pure aesthetics of violence.
Now, all the soldiers couldn't help but feel a sense of awe toward Kevin.
These soldiers, who had worked here for half a year, knew very clearly how troublesome this type of large beetle was.
Before, when they weren't skilled, they had been literally flipped over by several armored vehicles.
As a result, Kevin solved it with one punch.
Bergel left that place and came to Kevin's side.
He couldn't help but ask: "You guy, you wouldn't happen to really be an Enhancer, would you?"
Kevin just smiled slightly without giving much of a response.
It could only be said that it was both yes and no.
That punch just now, he had thrown it very satisfyingly.
Seeing that the other party didn't answer, Bergel changed the question: "How did you drive your Nen into the Charge Armor's body?"
This technique made him quite interested.
Hearing this, Kevin smiled and explained: "This move is only effective against creatures that don't understand Nen. Although its body is tough, it is essentially just an insect, with no intelligence, let alone expecting it to be able to control its own life Nen."
Simply put, although the Charge Armor has a thick carapace, for Nen, this is not an obstacle.
Especially for someone like Kevin, who has extremely strong control over Nen, relying on a fierce punch plus the deliberately applied "malice," he could drive Nen into the opponent's body.
The reason this kind of insect possesses such a hard shell is precisely because its internal limbs are very fragile.
The Nen driven into the body doesn't need much movement to mess up the opponent's body.
However, for people who know how to control Nen abilities, the effect of this move is greatly reduced.
Because unless the opponent completely gives up resistance, even Nen carrying "malice" is very difficult to easily instill into the opponent's body.
The Nen the opponent uses for defense during battle can easily block it; for example, using 『Ken』 『Ryu』, one can effectively block Nen from entering the body.
This Nen becomes a solid shell, blocking external damage while also blocking Nen from the outside from invading the body.
Therefore, this is essentially a manifestation of the ability to control Nen, not a truly penetrating attack ability.
Kevin actually also hoped to possess a penetrating ability, but he hadn't found matching materials for it yet.
If he could add a punch with penetrating ability, the power of his punch would be enhanced once again.
That scene is wonderful just to think about.
"That's still very impressive."
A master like Bergel naturally understood the ins and outs of it.
Under normal circumstances, even when facing creatures that don't know how to control Nen, it is not an easy task to drive Nen into their bodies.
Ordinary Nen Users often focus more on utilizing the Nen Ability itself.
If there is such an operation, it is more often because of their own Nen Ability mechanism, rather than the technique of Nen.
Now that he thought about it, it seemed that only Enhancers would pay more attention to the application of the essence of Nen.
Bergel, influenced by Ging, had a deeper understanding of this aspect.
"By the way, this should be the material you need, right? The inside of the Charge Armor is all empty, only this organ remained intact."
Bergel said, taking out a small round ball from the previous spot and handing it to Kevin.
The small ball still had some flesh tissue and fascia attached to it, and it was emitting a faint, strange odor.
"A normal Charge Armor doesn't have this structure."
Bergel, who was a Conservation Hunter and quite knowledgeable about various biological insects, added.
Kevin nodded, took the small ball, and a feeling of desire instantly came from his hand.
This was probably a top-tier C-grade material.
Being able to grow so big, it was indeed no joke; now Kevin was even more motivated to hunt these big guys.
Bergel continued to introduce from the side: "According to the multiple mutated Charge Armors I've dissected, this part should be the source of their modification."
"They can grow to such a huge size precisely because of this foreign organ. The hormones it releases allow the Charge Armor to grow rapidly to a size far exceeding the normal."
"However, it is unclear what creature this organ actually comes from."
Kevin held the round organ, not minding the dirt, and carefully observed it, turning it over and over.
He fell into thought.
Could this be what Bergel called a "precious orb"?
Prophecies sometimes appear with multiple meanings like this.
A certain city.
At night, the top floor of a city landmark building.
The huge room, occupying two or three floors of space, was the residence of a gang boss.
The entire room was decorated magnificently; various collectibles that were hard to find for a thousand gold outside were placed here casually, and expensive carpets from all over the world were spread on the floor at will.
A specialized wine cellar, a must-have for such a room, was densely packed with all kinds of top-tier fine wines.
Beside the living room, various sculptures were neatly arranged, varying in size and shape.
Cats, dogs, eagles, chickens, snakes, cows, etc., all made of pure gold, were all there.
There were also various gemstones inlaid.
All of this undoubtedly highlighted the wealth and status of the room's owner.
In the reception hall.
A middle-aged man, about fifty years old, was sitting lazily on a soft single sofa, with two beautiful maids serving him beside him.
There were also several bodyguards who looked extraordinary in skill, guarding vigilantly at all times.
At this moment, two gang members wearing black suits were standing respectfully in front of him, heads bowed.
It seemed they were reporting some information to him.
This person was none other than Klava Terdorca, the head of the Terdorca Family, and also one of the Ten Old Men.
One of the most powerful figures in the underworld.
He sat leisurely, listening to the report from the two people below. After they finished speaking, he took a slow puff of his cigar and then placed it casually on the small tray held by the maid beside him.
"Are you saying that Red Stone Pharmaceuticals is a business belonging to one of your subordinates?"
The head of the Ritz Family was sweating nervously and nodded quickly: "Yes, the person in charge of this company is Light."
"This new company does have some potential. I have used their medicine, and the effect is passable, but the price is quite cheap."
In Clava's view, although Red Stone Pharmaceuticals had potential, that was all it had.
"That was just their first drug. It is said that several other potions are currently being filed, and every one of them is quite good."
The young man standing next to the head of the Ritz Family hurriedly added.
Clava nodded, picked up the cigar again for another puff, and pondered unhurriedly.
"For something like this, you just need to invest some money and take a share. Or are you saying that you have encountered a problem that requires me to step in?"
The head of the Ritz Family hurriedly informed him of all of Light's actions over the past few months.
"Heh heh heh, so he wants to go clean, huh? That's not so easy." Clava couldn't help but chuckle.
It was as if he had seen a new toy.
He had seen many people like this; they relied on the mafia when they were young, used mafia tactics to grow, and then later despised their mafia status and tried to shed it.
Not to mention whether they would agree, the real power brokers would not be happy to see this situation.
Rats in the gutter should have the self-awareness of rats and not always think about standing in the sun.
But since the other party dared to do this and even founded such a company, they must have some confidence.
Presumably, they have made some connections.
After all, there are not a few people who want to go clean, and there are some successful examples among them.
If it were just a promising pharmaceutical company, it wouldn't be worth his time.
But this Light might have some "magic weapons" in his hands that could establish extensive connections.
That would be interesting.
Thinking this to himself, he said in a flat tone: "I don't like it when people hide things from me. You understand what I mean, right?"
The two nodded hurriedly and then revealed the true person in charge of the company—a Professional Hunter.
"Just a Professional Hunter?"
The Hunter Association is indeed powerful and not something they can easily provoke. But the Hunter Association is one thing, and an ordinary Hunter is another; the two cannot be lumped together.
Furthermore, if it is just an ordinary Professional Hunter, it is not enough to be taken seriously by them.
They are one of the ten families that control the world's mafia.
Clava suddenly thought of something and asked with a chuckle: "Saro, could this Hunter be the same one that made you scurry back in defeat before?"
Hearing his father ask this, Saro lowered his head even further and nodded slightly.
After he fled back, his father didn't ask anything, let alone pay attention to him.
But now his father knew everything.
"Then I will give you a chance this time. Don't disappoint me."
Hearing this, a smile appeared on Saro's face. This meant he could mobilize the family's Shadow Beasts members.
The Shadow Beasts are a Nen Ability team directly under the Ten Old Men.
Every mafia force controlled by each family must select a powerful thug and train them into a Nen User.
To some extent, this can also be considered one of the sources of the Ten Old Men's power.
In other words, there are a total of ten Shadow Beasts.
In Saro's eyes, these ten Shadow Beasts were nearly invincible and had never failed a mission to date.
They are synonymous with power.
Destroying a gang or force is easy for them.
Although this is an internal family matter and he cannot mobilize all Shadow Beasts members, at least the one trained by their family would definitely be fine.
Coupled with the relationships with other families, he should be able to mobilize another one, and he assumes the other party won't refuse.
And there is only one enemy.
Two powerful Nen Users dealing with one person has a clear advantage; this is much better than those idiots he spent a lot of money hiring before.
The image of Kevin appeared in Saro's mind, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth.
He must torture that guy severely. Of course, before that, he must first get his hands on that company.
The humiliation of fleeing back in defeat must be repaid twofold.
Nostrade Manor.
Pairo looked at the message Kevin sent to his phone.
The message said that he would be staying out for a while, so he would leave the shop matters to them for the time being.
In the small conference room, Pairo informed the others of this news.
Hearing this news, the three from the Kurta Clan didn't have any particular expression, but a trace of nervousness inevitably appeared on Light's face.
He had personally experienced Kevin's powerful strength, so he firmly believed in Kevin's power in his heart.
Although Kevin had said to leave things to Pairo and the others to handle.
But as long as Kevin was there, even if he didn't take action, it was a reassurance for Light.
Now that Kevin had left and wouldn't be back for a short time, how could he not be nervous?
The three from the Kurta Clan naturally noticed Light's nervousness, but they really didn't have any good solutions at the moment. Only by demonstrating their own strength could they eliminate Light's concerns.
"Now let's discuss next month's matters. The Terdorca Family should have received the news by now and might be making preparations."
Pairo said.
When they saw the prophecy letter at the beginning of the month, they couldn't determine exactly which family was watching in the dark.
After a period of observation, as the end of the month approached, through various clues and specific investigations, they had already determined it was the Terdorca Family.
"First, we must prepare for the worst, which is that the Shadow Beasts might launch an attack on us."
Kurapika said directly.
The Shadow Beasts are the mafia's ace troops.
Hearing this, Light added slightly: "Calling upon the Shadow Beasts requires a resolution from all the Ten Old Men. Just by the Terdorca Family alone, they shouldn't be able to command all the members; they might not even reach half."
He wasn't sure exactly how many Shadow Beasts members could be mobilized.
After all, given his status immersed in the mafia, knowing this much was about enough.
The rest were mostly legends about the Shadow Beasts.
"Then let's formulate a response plan with three to four Shadow Beasts members as the hypothetical enemy."
Pairo proposed.
This is a relatively reasonable assumption standard.
At this time, Rosanna reminded: "Although we treat them as a hypothetical enemy, the other party may not yet view us as an enemy."
"Their goal is just to seize this business, so compared to direct violent seizure, they might use more underhanded means."
Saying this, she looked at Neon.
Light's "daughter-slave" attribute is well-known; one can find out just by collecting a little information.
According to the mafia's usual tactics, kidnapping Neon to threaten them is the most convenient method.
Kurapika also nodded in agreement: "Uncle Light is himself a member of the mafia, so they might not be too harsh on you. It's more likely they will negotiate first, and only take threatening measures if they can't come to an agreement."
Pairo shook his head: "You forgot Uncle Kevin. He has a conflict with an offspring of that family."
"Perhaps the enemy never intended to solve the problem peacefully from the start. In their eyes, Uncle Light, who is cooperating with Uncle Kevin, might already be seen as a traitor."
"Treating a traitor—"
These words made cold sweat break out on Light's forehead.
He had almost forgotten about this.
"So we cannot harbor wishful thinking; we must be fully prepared. They definitely didn't expect that we have already detected their intentions."
"According to the prophecy, the other party might only just have this idea now, and perhaps haven't started specific actions yet."
"It is already the end of the month."
Hearing this, everyone understood the meaning.
It is almost the beginning of the month, and the next prophecy can be performed.
Moreover, Neon had previously performed a prophecy for Kurapika. Although it was for less than a week, the content was very ordinary, which meant nothing happened recently.
Therefore, the focus is on the next month.
"Then, who shall we perform the prophecy for this time?"
Pairo asked.
Or should we perform a prophecy for everyone?
"Let me perform a prophecy for each of you. I hope everyone can be safe and sound."
Neon also sensed the danger everyone might face and took the initiative to say.