Hunter: I became stronger even after I died.

Chapter 348 Plot Twist

Paiello is Kurapika's best friend who grew up with him.

At this moment, his head was surrounded by more than a dozen pairs of fiery red eyes.

This sudden scene struck Kurapika's heart like a heavy hammer blow.

Anger and grief intertwined...

Extreme emotions were tearing at Kurapika's mind.

"Calm down, Kurapika."

Moro's voice came from beside him.

Compared to Kurapika's loss of composure, Moro seemed to possess a calm and detached demeanor.

"The most important thing now is to put on your eyes and get out of here as soon as possible."

Moro looked at Kurapika's face, which was dominated by anger and grief, and even his large sunglasses couldn't hide it.

Hearing Moro's calm tone, Kurapika took a deep breath, his voice low and hoarse: "Sorry, please give me half a minute, no, ten seconds will be enough..."

After saying that, Kurapika slowly closed his eyes.

His chest heaved violently, but with each deeper breath, his emotions quickly calmed down.

Ten seconds later.

Kurapika slowly opened his eyes, a faint crimson glow still lingering at the edges of his pupils, but his emotions had already calmed down.

He silently walked toward the nightmarish display wall, gently yet firmly lifting the glass vessel containing Pyro's head.

Moro walked over to him and took out a cloth bag that he had prepared beforehand.

The two of them quickly took down each of the fiery red-eyed figures displayed on the wall and put them into their bags.

This operation may seem hasty, but as long as the entire cloth bag is wrapped with "Zhou", the container will not break.

Even without using Nen, these specially made containers are sturdy enough, so there is no need to worry too much.

"Let me do it."

Kurapika took the bag from Moro and carefully slung it over his shoulder.

These are the eyes of the last remaining members of the clan who were left to wander outside...

As long as they are brought back to their homeland for burial, the souls of the clansmen can find peace.

A deep sadness welled up in Kurapika's eyes.

Moro could sense the emotions in Kurapika's Nen, but he never offered any words of comfort.

Because he knew Kurapika didn't need it.

wow——

Moro tore open the second bag and swept all the collectibles in the dark room, which were imbued with Nen, into the bag, absorbing the Nen from them.

As the energy is absorbed by the annual ring tattoo, the scale of the fourth energy ring slowly climbs from 11% to 12%.

Moro then grabbed a bunch of items he thought were valuable and stuffed them haphazardly into his bag.

It wasn't that he was greedy; rather, he needed to create the illusion of a robbery.

Otherwise, if only the Scarlet Eyes were taken, anyone would be able to see through the deception.

Furthermore, these stolen goods are impossible to sell.

If it were to leak onto the market and be detected by Cheridone's intelligence network, it would be a huge loss.

Moro thought these things could be turned into funerary objects for the Kurta people.

Soon, the bag was stuffed full by Moro.

"Let's go."

Moro said something to Kurapika and immediately walked ahead.

The last batch of Red-Eyed has been obtained; they must leave the Kakin Kingdom as soon as possible.

As for whether Celidonich can trace them back to him afterward.

That's a story for another time.

Anyway, once this matter is settled, he won't set foot in Kakin again for a while.

Moro and Kurapika quickly left the underground chamber and retreated towards the outside of the mansion.

Without spatial storage capabilities, it would have been impossible to take the Crimson Eyes out under the strict control of the Kingdom of Kakin.

But with the chimera there, the problem is easily solved.

The two quickly evacuated the mansion and headed straight for the car they had hidden beforehand.

"To avoid attracting attention, I kept the chimera in a remote, dense forest, a bit far from here, but the route has already been planned."

Moro started the engine, and a deep roar echoed in the night.

Kurapika sat in the back seat, clutching the bag tightly in his arms, and asked in a low voice, "Should we inform Melena?"

"No need."

Moro looked up and glanced at Kurapika through the rearview mirror, then stepped on the gas.

"Our cooperation with her has ended."

As soon as he finished speaking, the car accelerated suddenly and sped into the vast night.

Shortly after they left, a fully armed law enforcement team arrived at the scene.

As the fourth prince of the Kingdom of Kakin, Cheridoni not only secretly controls one of the three major mafia families, but also openly possesses the privilege of mobilizing local law enforcement agencies.

Moreover, he had a perfectly legitimate reason for the theft.

Law enforcement forces quickly brought the situation under control upon arrival.

They first checked the condition of the people in the mansion, and then discovered that only the underground chamber in Cheridone had been damaged.

The message reached Celidonich as quickly as possible.

So much so that he already had a complete grasp of the situation on the ground while he was still in the helicopter.

"Shit!"

Several veins bulged on Celidone's temples, and a chilling aura emanated from his gloomy face.

His collection room contains quite a few valuable items.

But he doesn't care about the monetary value; he only cares about whether the object itself makes him love it.

Among the looted collectibles was his most prized Scarlet Eyes.

Especially that perfectly preserved fiery red head...

It is the only treasure among organ collections.

In addition, there is a posthumous work by one of the greatest painters of the 13th century.

That damned rat pulled the painting right out of the frame.

It's unclear whether the painting was rolled up or roughly folded.

The thought of his beloved collection being ruined by stinky rats made Celidonich so angry that he wanted to kill someone.

Not long after, the helicopter landed in the courtyard.

The area was surrounded by fully armed law enforcement personnel; not a single security guard could be seen.

Because these people are still in a coma.

Celidonich jumped off the plane and, seeing that the Ai family had not yet arrived, walked toward the bedroom with a gloomy face.

As I walked through the corridor, I found two unconscious security guards lying on the ground.

Without turning his head, Celidonich reached out his hand behind him.

The bodyguard understood immediately and respectfully handed over his service pistol.

Click.

With a soft click as the safety catch popped open, Celidonich kept his eyes fixed straight ahead, his arm hanging limply at his sides.

Bang bang bang...!
The deafening gunfire ripped through the night.

The bodies of the two security guards convulsed violently amidst splattering blood, and then fell silent in the blink of an eye.

Celidonich expressionlessly tossed the empty gun behind him.

The bodyguard caught it steadily, quickly changed the magazine and put it back in the holster on his waist, and then followed in Celidonich's footsteps.

The law enforcement officers following behind exchanged glances upon seeing this scene, but wisely remained silent.

Celidonich glanced into the collection room, then came back up and asked only one question: "Did you find anything?"

The law enforcement officer with the most power in the room immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

"not yet."

He lowered his head, not daring to look at Celidonich's face.

Even without looking, he could imagine the other person's expression at that moment.

It must be a gloomy atmosphere mixed with a morbid murderous intent.

Celidonich gave the law enforcement officers a cold look, then turned and walked towards the courtyard without looking back.

The Ai family has arrived.

The one leading them was none other than Melina.

She was accompanied by a burly man wearing a dog-head mask.

It was none other than her most capable lieutenant, Dog Warrior.

Besides Dog Warrior, there were more than ten elite members of the Ai Yi family waiting nearby.

Celidonich came to the courtyard.

Melina immediately stepped forward and said respectfully, "Ah Quan has a very keen sense of smell; perhaps he can be of help to you."

"..."

Celidonich glanced at Dogman indifferently and said coldly, "It had better be that way."

After a while.

The helicopter's rotors whipped up air currents, and it took off from the courtyard.

On the ground, Dog Warrior straddled a motorcycle and revved the engine.

With a roar of the engine, the motorcycle shot off like an arrow, its dazzling high beams piercing the night.

Behind the motorcycles were five or six vehicles carrying law enforcement officers.

above the sky.

The helicopter hovered briefly, then adjusted its direction, using the motorcycle's high beams as a marker, and followed closely behind.

Melina stood in the courtyard, her hands habitually folded in front of her, watching the "pursuit team" disappear into the distance.

A hint of murderous intent flashed deep in her eyes.

Destroying this cesspool-like world is her vision and goal.

But before that, the Kakin royal family must be destroyed...

Melina has already drafted a series of plans, and now it's time to begin.

Using her infectious trait ability, she allowed the seeds of escalating carnage to sprout from this moment on.

Then it spreads from the bottom up, and then spreads again—

Until the number of "sick people" reaches an uncontrollable level, forming a riot that could directly threaten Kakin.

As long as the infection can continue.
Then there is no solution.

Morina lowered her eyes slightly and walked towards the car parked in the distance.

………………

The capital city of Kakin, the royal palace complex.

By Yangde, dressed in a dark robe, sat cross-legged on the sandalwood floor.

His thick elbow was casually resting on a black lacquered low table, while his other large, calloused hand was holding a book and reading it carefully.

This man, exuding a wild aura, had a bold and rugged face.

Thick, long black beard, and a sharply defined face.

Especially the X-shaped scar that runs across his entire face, which makes him look like a general from ancient times.

But upon closer inspection, his facial features bear some resemblance to Netero in his middle age.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you would find it hard to believe that such a rugged and strong man would enjoy reading.

It's no exaggeration to say that as long as nothing bothers him, Yang De can stay in his study and read all the time.

Beside her, a woman with hair in a delicate spiral bun and eyebrows like slender willow leaves held a bronze teapot.

Drizzle—

A stream of amber water poured from the spout into a teacup on a table lower than Yang De's.

By turning the pages of the book with one hand, Bi Yangde straightened up slightly, reached out and picked up the teacup, not afraid of the scalding tea, and drank it down in one gulp.

thump.

Place the teacup back on the low table.

By Yangde was reading the contents of the book carefully.

The woman with the spiral flower bud hairpin was named Shahua. Just as she was about to refill the teacup for Bi Yangde, she suddenly stopped, and her spiritual power involuntarily emanated from her body.

Instantly, a soft light rippled out from her body, vaguely outlining a translucent spider lily amidst the ripples.

Snapped.

By Yangde abruptly slammed his book shut, turned to look at Shahua, and frowned, saying, "Oh? At this time?"

"Hmm, the flower seed on the Fourth Prince has been triggered..."

Shahua's dark eyes were calm.

(End of this chapter)