In the night curtain, the gray moon did not dare to contend with this city of floating splendor and illusion, quietly hiding behind the clouds.
The fat man said something to his bodyguards, then walked to the front passenger seat.
One of the bodyguards who was moonlighting as a driver opened the car door for him and invited him to sit. Then he walked around the sedan, opened the driver's door, and got in.
The remaining two who had originally been guarding the sedan, along with another bodyguard who had been following behind the fat man earlier, also entered the sedan from both sides and sat in the back seat.
"Beep beep."
With two sounds, the engine started. As the headlights lit up, the sedan began to move slowly.
Above the passageway, seeing the target about to leave, Roy frowned fiercely and questioned Kisho:
"What are you still waiting for? Why aren't you making a move yet?!"
Kisho ignored him. All of his attention was focused on thinking through a plan.
"You—!"
Roy flew into a rage. The curse words that were about to burst out were completely swallowed back down when he met Kisho's gaze.
Kisho stared at him. One silver-blue eye revealed a coldness deeper than the abyss as he spoke slowly:
"If Captain Roy is in a hurry, you can also choose to go yourself."
Since the other party treated him as a tool, not caring about whether he lived or died at all, then of course he could "return the courtesy in kind."
Anyway, what the mafia cared about was his usefulness, not his life. As long as he displayed sufficient strength, he believed he wouldn't be casually discarded over some harmless provocation.
Since that was the case, he was more than happy to let this kind of nostril-looking-down-on-people guy suffer a bit of irritation.
Veins popped on Roy's forehead: "…"
The effect of the Nen ability he possessed was "Positioning."
As long as three conditions were met—he had seen the target; he had touched the target with some part of his body; and the target was within a three-kilometer radius—then for a certain period after activating the ability, he could perceive the target's position in real time.
Correspondingly, this Nen ability also had certain restrictions: the target either had to be an ordinary person without Nen abilities, or a Nen user whose explicit Nen output was inferior to his; moreover, at the same time, he could only position one person.
Although this Nen ability could help his employer eliminate countless competitors, and it was by relying on this that he became captain, this ability had almost no combat value.
If it was for assassinating someone, it could still be used. But for a frontal attack like this—he'd rather forget it.
So even though Roy was furious to the point of explosion right now, he had no way to refute what Kisho said.
In the silence, that low-key yet luxurious sedan had already driven out of the parking lot and entered the street.
Roy's face was dark. Just as he thought this mission was truly going to fail, he heard the annoying brat who hadn't said a word suddenly speak up:
"There's only one exit behind the parking lot, connecting to the end of the street—so this car will definitely pass the intersection we saw earlier."
A confident glint flashed in Kisho's eyes.
"I'll make my move near the front of the traffic light. On the left side of the street, there's an alley leading to another street. You wait for me there."
Without waiting for Roy's response, he took a deep breath, erased his presence with "Zetsu," and his figure vanished from the spot.
"Hey—!"
For some reason, Roy, who had been arranged perfectly without understanding why, looked at the empty space beside him: "…"
...
The speed of the sedan carrying the target wasn't particularly fast, because under the cover of night in the spice-scented capital of Lashan Mountain, more crimes emerged than during the day, luring more people out to revel.
Thus, on the not-so-wide street, traffic flowed endlessly.
Although the people here were all outlaws who didn't abide by traffic rules, considering that running a red light would cause chain-reaction crashes and make movement even more impossible, even though the people in the cars cursed nonstop, they still obediently acted like model citizens who followed traffic regulations.
Only the continuous "beep beep beep beep" of impatient horns still displayed the violent hearts of these drivers.
"Fuck this bunch of idiots. If you can't drive, then don't fucking drive."
"Is the idiot who set the traffic light timing brain-dead? Making it this long!"
On the sidewalk to the side, Kisho was walking faster than the flow of cars being blocked by the red light.
Murmurs like these came one after another. Kisho frowned in irritation, then raised his hand and took out his phone, pretending to stand in place and take a call.
Beside him was a fire hydrant—thank this piece of infrastructure that was exactly the same as in his previous life's world. The moment he saw this thing, he came up with a method that couldn't be called perfect, but was already the best he could think of in such a short time.
"What the fuck are you saying?! I've been waiting here for you forever, and you tell me you're not coming?!—"
With his back to the target's sedan, Kisho pretended to be angrily cursing like someone who had been stood up by a friend.
Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the approaching sedan. At the instant that car was about to draw near—
He poured Nen into his leg and kicked the fire hydrant hard, blasting it apart. The massive torrent of water, pressurized in advance by his earth-attribute Nen, surged out like rainstorm whipped by fierce winds, smashing against the car's windshield.
The curtain of water instantly cut off the vision of those inside the car, turning them into blind men who could see nothing but white light.
"Fuck—!"
From inside the car came the driver's universal curse, shouted in shock as his vision was obstructed.
Kisho's expression was solemn. He abruptly drew the triangular spike from his sleeve, attaching rock-attribute Nen to it—
Fire could expand the area of damage the triangular spike could cause; Wind could make his attacks harder to detect; Earth could turn his triangular spike from a "piercing weapon" into a "bludgeon," changing the method of attack from "stabbing" to "smashing"—
As for water… water could wash away the blood stuck to the triangular spike.
Enough digression.
As the water flow obstructed the vision of those inside the car, at the moment when they had no awareness at all that death was about to descend, the windshield—capable of blocking even bullets—burst with a "bang" into countless cracks. In the next instant, the 3D animation in their eyes turned into holographic simulation. Flying water mixed with shards of glass drenched two people head to toe.
A short black shadow stood on the hood of the car, his step crushing it downward with heavy force.
The target, who had closed his eyes due to the water and shattered glass, in that brief instant felt a faint stabbing pain in his heart—and then lost all consciousness.
Kisho twisted his body. The triangular spike in his hand was pulled out of the target's body at a speed impossible for ordinary people to see, and with a casual motion, he slashed it across the driver's neck—
Blood sprayed out, mixing with the water flow.
"…Although you weren't the target, if I didn't make this move, you'd be chasing after me very soon."
Kisho withdrew the triangular spike and muttered a meaningless explanation toward the driver who died with eyes wide open.
He leapt down from the hood of the sedan, and within just a few seconds, his figure disappeared into the alley.
Two seconds later, the red light vanished and the green light came on, but this car still remained where it was, no longer able to move forward.
"Beep beep beep!!!!!"
From behind the car came countless horns mixed with furious curses. The two bodyguards sitting in the back seat knocked on the partition:
"Dute, what's wrong? Fucking drive already!"
There was no response, and there would never be any response again.
...
Ignoring the shouts of "Someone's been killed!" "There's a dead person!" "Call the police!" coming from the long street behind him, Kisho walked up to a sedan.
The person inside slowly rolled down the window and stared at him.
"Noah Barton."
Roy swallowed quietly. His heart thumped again and again as he didn't dare to—but was forced to—meet Kisho's gaze, with one eye still maintaining its silver-blue state.
On this brat—no, this young man—he felt terror.
"Congratulations on successfully completing the mission. Get in the car."
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