Hunter: I became stronger even after I died.

Chapter 113 Even eating and taking
Face the obstacles and overcome them.

Then hold victory in your hands.

After this, Moreau's mood changed slightly.

He stared at the mansion in the night, but was in no hurry to go over. He waited for Kurt to recover while patiently waiting for his potential energy to recover.

After a while.

Curt struggled to get down.

Morrow let go and let Curt fall to the ground.

As soon as Kurt landed, he stumbled and fell to the ground.

Moreau just watched from the side, with no intention of helping.

Because he knew that Kurt didn't need help and didn't want to be helped.

Kurt stood up shakily and managed to keep his balance.

Morrow looked at him and asked, "Can you do it?"

"I can."

Kurt's breathing was a little rapid.

The stubbornness in his character was clearly revealed at this moment.

Moreau carefully observed the injuries on Kurt's body.

Normally, at Kurt's age, even if he was a Nen user, after suffering such an injury, let alone being able to stand, his protective mechanism would probably have been triggered by the severe pain, causing him to lose consciousness.

Only a pervert like the Zoldyck family could allow a six or seven-year-old child to have physical fitness far beyond his age, as well as a pain tolerance that breaks ordinary people's cognition.

wrong.

This statement may be too absolute.

In this unknown corner of the world, there may not be anything comparable to Zoldyck, but there are probably many similar ones.

For example, Hanzo’s organization in the original work - Shinobi.

It is also a hellish organization where members have to undergo rigorous training from birth.

"He can't get away, don't worry."

Seeing that Kurt's body was still shaking, Moreau said casually.

Kurt said nothing, just stared at the mansion.

The commission he accepted was to kill Nolan, and it is not over yet.

Seeing Kurt's reaction, Moro knew that persuasion was useless, so he stopped.

The two walked over the corpses on the ground and walked into the mansion side by side.

Soon, the two came to the corridor outside a study on the second floor, where there were seven or eight armed men.

Before they could even raise their guns, they were killed instantly by Moro's Flying Star.

Along with dull noises, seven or eight twisted corpses appeared in the corridor.

Moreau stepped over the body, unfolded the circle, and then pushed open the double doors of the study.

Curt followed closely behind.

In the study, a luxurious and grand desk is placed in front of the bookshelf.

Nolan, the founder of the Menu Organization, was sitting behind his desk, looking expressionlessly at Morrow and Turk who pushed the door open.

Moro stopped in front of the door, put away the circle, looked at Nolan, and could see the steam-like mental energy on Nolan's body.

The other party is also a Nen user.

This was not surprising to Moreau.

But judging from the strength of Nolan's mental energy, it is weaker than expected, probably around Lv.20.

"Didn't you think of running away?"

Moro looked at Nolan who was still sitting upright and said calmly, "I thought people like you usually cherish their lives."

"Cherish your life? Most people won't sit and wait for death, and I am certainly no exception."

Nolan had a blank expression on his face, glancing at Kurt imperceptibly as he spoke.

It was because he knew Kurt's ability to locate people that he realized that it was meaningless to escape temporarily.

Rather than running away and getting shot in the back...

It would be better for him to stay where he is and try to get a chance for "negotiation", which would be his only chance of survival.

"Let's negotiate a price."

Nolan fixed his eyes on Morrow and said straight to the point: "Whatever your client offers, I can give you ten times the price, just for my own life."

Moreau was silent.

Kurt next to him looked calm.

Nolan's eyes changed slightly, and he tried his best to control his emotions, and said lightly: "No offense, if you are not satisfied with ten times the price, then you will set the price."

"Curt."

Morrow tilted his head and glanced at Kurt.

"Ok?"

Kurt responded doubtfully.

Morrow asked calmly, "Do you think, if it were 'me', I would accept his proposal?"

"..."

Kurt thought about it seriously and said weakly: "If it was grandpa or dad, they wouldn't accept it. If it was big brother Ilmi, maybe... he would accept it."

"It seems that 'I' should accept this proposal."

Morrow nodded slowly.

Nolan felt a little relieved when he saw this.

The results of the previous commission changed his impression of the Zoldyck family.

So knowing that running away was meaningless, he chose to stay where he was in a decent manner just to seize the opportunity he has now.

It turned out that he was right.

Be it ten times or twenty times.

As long as you can use money to save your life, everything you lose today can be taken back.

It's just a matter of spending another ten or twenty years.

This man who created the menu organization and had huge ambitions had no problem judging the situation.

If it was Ilmi, who already had a criminal record, standing here, there was a certain probability that he would accept his conditions.

But it's a pity.

The person standing here is the fake Ilmi.

"Thirty billion, and I won't kill you." As a fake Ilmi, Moro followed his character attributes, raised his index finger and made an offer.

When Nolan heard the offer, his cheeks trembled, showing just the right amount of hesitation and pain without causing any offence.

He was already very familiar with this trick.

"Okay, it's a deal."

Nolan placed his hands gently on the table and said solemnly.

Moro took out his cell phone and sent a text message to Argo, saying "Give me a clean account."

In just ten seconds, Argo sent a text message with an account number attached.

Morrow looked at Nolan and gave the account directly.

Nolan simply controlled the computer on the desk and directly transferred 30 billion to Moreau's account.

"Please check."

After the remittance was completed, Nolan calmly made a please gesture.

Moro glanced at his phone, which showed the text message from Argo: Wow, 30 billion is a huge sum of money. What should I do? I want to run away and find a place to retire.

Ignoring Argo's words, Moro pressed the keys on his phone, sent a text message saying "get to work", and then put the phone in his pocket.

"received."

Moro nodded towards Nolan, then opened all the pores in his body and released the maximum amount of manifested energy.

This sudden behavior made Nolan's calmness disappear completely, and he turned it into a look of disbelief, with anger seeming to emerge in his eyes.

"Is this how you beat up your enemies?!"

"You misunderstood one thing."

Moro raised his right hand, his mind sharp as a gun, and said calmly: "I am not a Zoldyck, but a piglet that you almost got rid of."

"W-What!?"

Nolan stood up suddenly and stared at Morrow.

Some memories flashed through his mind quickly.

But how is that possible?

When he realized his so-called "true face", his eyes slowly widened in disbelief.

"Do not worry."

Moro's expression remained calm as ever. He said, "Since I have received the money, I will keep my word. Well, I mean, I will not kill you."

"!!!"

In response to Moreau, Nolan showed his anger.

After a while.

Nolan lay beside his desk with his eyes open.

There was a wound on his neck that looked like it was cut by a sharp weapon, and a lot of blood was flowing out of it.

The wound was caused by Kurt's paper fan.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz..."

Nolan's cell phone vibrated in the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

Moro walked over, took out his cell phone, and looked at the glowing screen.

Index finger incoming call.

This is what it looks like on the phone screen.

Moro threw the phone back onto the body and walked toward an oil painting hanging on the wall.

"What's wrong?"

Kurt asked in a weak voice, looking at Morrow's inexplicable behavior.

Moreau casually removed the painting, revealing a normal wall.

Without any hesitation, Moreau poked his finger into the wall, then with a little force, he removed a square brick that was completely attached to the wall, revealing an embedded safe inside.

"Here."

Moreau pointed to the safe and answered Kurt's question with his action.

This safe hidden behind the wall was a pleasant surprise because he had just used "Circle" to detect the edge of the box at the limit of its range.

Throwing away the square brick, Morrow came to the safe and subconsciously reached for his waist, but found nothing.

I didn't have the red jade bird knife with me.

After Moro felt nothing, he thought he could only resort to slightly violent means, hoping that the things inside would not be damaged.

Kurt looked at the safe, then looked at Moreau's back, and drooped his eyelids weakly.

He thought about how Moro had just pried 30 billion from a dying man, and now he had inexplicably found a safe. He didn't know what to say for a moment.

"A little...sleepy..."

With his head down, Kurt muttered to himself, leaning on the edge of the desk to support his gradually weakening body.

Moro had already dragged out the safe, placed it on the ground, and then condensed his mental energy in his palm.

Even with the help of his mental energy, he still had to work very hard to pry open the safe safely.

squeak--

Open the twisted safe door.

Moro looked inside and did not see the expensive things such as gems and gold as he had expected, but a rolled-up piece of yellowish parchment with a black envelope next to it.

Moreau was surprised to see that there were only these two things in such a huge safe.

He took the thing out and examined it carefully.

The parchment was rolled up twice and tied with a rope.

The seal of the black envelope was covered with an eye-shaped ink. The structure of the eye was very strange, with a pinpoint-sized pupil and a large area of white eye.

Moreau looked through the black envelope and found no signs of it being opened.

I even checked it with a "gel" just in case, and it was normal.

"Om."

Just as Moreau was about to open the envelope, his cell phone vibrated.

He took out his cell phone and saw a text message from Argo: There is a 'signal' coming your way.

Seeing the content of the text message, Morrow raised his eyebrows slightly.

Bang.

Suddenly, there was a sound behind me.

Morrow looked back and saw Kurt lying on the ground, unconscious.

(End of this chapter)