Hunter: I became stronger even after I died.

Chapter 15 Trends
The combat effectiveness of a Nen user depends on many factors.

If the total amount of manifested energy and potential energy is the hardware, then a complete set of telekinesis tactical system is the software.

Both are indispensable.

Normally, hardware like potential capacity requires time to develop, and there is almost no quick way to achieve it.

But after Moro's death and rebirth, he didn't have to worry about improving in this area.

Otherwise, he would definitely lie down and enjoy the last year of his life.

Now that he sees the opportunity, he must do his best.

Practice again and again...

There are successes and there are failures.

When a flying star with enhanced power hits your body, you will not cause redness, swelling or bleeding if you are prepared for it, but pain is inevitable.

But if this is the only way to reach the destination, then Moreau will not hesitate at all and will take the next step firmly.

Moro practiced until he was exhausted, then stopped and lay on his back on the ground.

While resting, Moro thought about his next plan.

He earned a starting capital by picking up small bargains, and then used this capital to snatch the famous sword Senluo, making 8 million Jieni by taking a small risk for a big gain.

During this period, I used the money to buy some big items that I remembered.

Some large quantities of goods are easy to sell, and it doesn’t matter if you make less profit, so they are basically sold as quickly as possible.

Large items that are difficult to sell can only be stored in a bank safe for a very high fee.

After all this trouble, not counting the few treasures in the bank's safe, he now has 3.6 billion in funds.

This process took Moreau less than a month.

In fact, if he could slow down his pace, Moreau could focus on the Youkexin auction in two months.

First, I collect all kinds of rare items and then sell them at the auction in September!
The profits by then will be in the tens of billions.

But Moreau gave up the idea.

Money is, of course, very useful.

But for Moreau now, it is enough.

The most fundamental goal is to improve our strength.

Making money by picking up antique collectibles at a bargain price is more about charging up the annual rings.

Moreau raised his right hand and looked at the growth rings on the back of his hand.

I have absorbed the spiritual energy of twelve spiritual objects recently, but the charging progress has only reached about 8%.

The energy provided by the twelve objects of mind is actually not as much as that provided by Senluo.

This result made Moro realize a problem, that is, the difficulty of charging the second ring of annual rings has increased significantly.

As for the fact that Senluo can give out about 4% of the energy in one breath, it is simply because the intensity of Senluo's mental energy is higher than normal.

"Don't force it..."

Morrow muttered to himself, lowered his hands and closed his eyes.

After half an hour.

Moro had almost recovered. He stood up, packed up, put on his hat, sunglasses, and mask...

After dressing up properly, Moro left the private shooting range and returned to the city center of Youkexin in the night.

When I sold Senluo before, the deceased agency boss gave me a business card related to intelligence channels.

Moro has now solved his identity problem, and all the money he earns in the future has been taxed properly.

With clean funds and a legally binding identity, using them for transactions such as intelligence that require large amounts of capital flow will become much simpler and save a lot of trouble.

Moro contacted the intelligence officer named "Argo" according to the number on the business card.

After the call was connected, before Morrow could speak, a mechanical synthetic voice came: "No. 164, Old Town Street."

As soon as the words fell, the call was disconnected.

Moro didn't care. He put away his phone and went to the address provided by the mechanical synthesized voice.

The old town street of Youkexin City is located on the edge.

If you compare the old town streets with the city center, you will see an extremely strong contrast between the upper and lower classes.

People living in the old city streets are basically lower-class people who are struggling to make ends meet on the edge of life.

Moreover, in such places, drunkards, gamblers, and even drug addicts are common.

Therefore, the environment is mainly dirty, messy and cramped.

When you look up, you can see the sky at the bottom of the well cut by complicated electric wires.

When I looked down, the place where I stepped was full of sewage and garbage.

Moro walked into the old town street. As he looked up and down, he vaguely thought of the Kowloon Walled City that he had seen in the movie before traveling through time.

There are many similarities between the two.

Stepping on the ground full of sewage, Moro stopped his wandering thoughts, walked through the narrow alleys, and took a lot of effort to find No. 164.

Moreau stood in front of the rusty iron door. He didn't even need to knock. With a click, the iron door opened automatically inward.

Seeing the iron door open automatically, Moro glanced at a button-sized foreign object next to the small light above, not surprised, and then walked in.

Inside the door is a straight passage, about five meters long.

When you reach the end, there is a door with a curtain on the right.

Moreau drew aside the curtain and saw the layout of the room under the red low-wattage light.

There was no usual furniture, just a row of computers and a set of tables and chairs.

There was a person wearing a hooded sweatshirt sitting on the reclining chair. Because his back was facing the door, Moreau couldn't tell the person's gender for a moment.

"Are you Argo?"

Looking at the brim of the hat sticking out from the back of the chair, Morrow asked.

crunch.

The chair suddenly turned around.

Moreau then saw the other person's gender and appearance.

She was a woman with an ordinary face and dark circles under her eyes.

The hair that fell out from under the brim of the hat couldn't hide its greasiness even under the low red light.

"Ah, it's me."

Argo sat cross-legged on the chair, leaning forward slightly, looking at Morrow, while reaching into his hat with his right hand and grabbing it hard.

"Have you brought enough money?"

After revealing her identity, her first question was not about the content of the intelligence, but whether there was enough money.

Moreau nodded.

Argo saw this and got straight to the point: "What information do you want to buy?"

"I want this person's long-term whereabouts information."

Moro pulled a folded hand-drawn portrait of Feitan from his pocket, and after a few seconds of unfolding it, he faced Argo.

"what……"

Argo saw the portrait clearly and shook his head without hesitation, "Sorry, I won't take this business."

"It's okay, we can talk slowly."

Moreau looked calm.

If Argo failed to recognize Feitan's portrait, he would simply turn around and leave without wasting time.

On the other hand, if he could recognize it at once, he would be willing to pay more money.

Argo frowned, pulled his right hand away from the brim of his hat, used his fingernails to pick away the dandruff between his fingers, and said coldly: "I told you, I won't take this business."

"Add money."

Morrow said calmly.

Argo shook his head again.

Moro raised his hand and held up two fingers: "Two billion to pay first, you can add more money later."

"no problem!"

Argo's expression changed instantly, and he said seriously: "It's not that I love money, but I am moved by your straightforwardness."

"I see it."

Moreau smiled.

Argo changed the subject and said, "I can take this business, but I have to warn you... In the past, anyone who wanted to buy information about the Phantom Troupe's whereabouts died miserably without exception."

"Thanks for the reminder, but this has nothing to do with the transaction."

"Tsk, then transfer the money."

"Ah."

A moment later, Moreau paid two billion.

After Argo confirmed the receipt, he nodded with satisfaction and immediately put the value of the intelligence fee into practice.

"Last Monday at 20:6:24, someone issued a bounty for a member of the Phantom Troupe within a 'limited range'. If you are interested in this information, I can follow up immediately."

"Ok?"

Morrow's eyes slightly opened.

(End of this chapter)