Becoming the Supreme Will starting from Hunter x Hunter

Immediately, he turned around and pushed open the door, revealing a magnificent hall inside.

"please!"

The middle-aged man reached out to make way for him.

Long stepped inside on his own. Directly in front of him was a figure smoking a cigar, sitting in an office chair with his back to him.

Lying on the table was a man covered in wounds, his face unrecognizable, who had already fainted. It was Charles.

"1, 2, 3..."

He rolled his eyes and counted.

Besides him and the boss, there were four other people in the hall... no, there should be five.

Because the middle-aged man behind him had already walked in and closed the door.

A scantily clad man and woman, seemingly a couple, were sitting on the sofa.

A male secretary stood beside the mafia boss, and another person was hidden in a corner upstairs in the lobby. Although he concealed his presence well, Oboro still noticed him.

There are... five Nen users in total!

A grand display!

"You have a lot of courage..."

Suddenly, the boss, sitting in the leather chair, said, "You dare to steal money from my casino!"

"Thank you for the compliment."

Long smiled gently.

"..."

Those present were taken aback by his unexpected answer and paused for a moment.

"Since your casino is open and you dare to be the house, you're naturally not afraid of people betting. It's just... I'm lucky; I always bet correctly..."

Swish.

The leather chair spun around, revealing the man with a cigar in his mouth.

He had a very impressive presence, befitting someone in a superior position, yet also possessing the aristocratic air of a socialite.

She looks younger than I expected…

She looked to be under forty, dressed impeccably, and wore several expensive rings on both hands.

“Filsgaru, that’s my name.”

The boss wasn't angry. He said calmly, "The betting odds at the Sky Arena have always been a major source of revenue for my casinos... Over the years, there have been people who tried to take advantage of the situation. Guess what happened to them?"

The story continues in a quiet and serene atmosphere.

"Not only them, but also their families... must pay the price for their mistakes!"

“You’re talented… so I’m giving you a chance.”

"How to say?"

Long raised an eyebrow.

"Spit out the money...and work for me."

"What if I refuse?"

Long continued.

"Refuse? Refuse and then die... You two together, do you think I'd let you go?" the man on the sofa mocked.

It refers to Charles and Oboro.

“I know…you so-called fighters and martial artists are more or less eccentric…but this world is ruled by a minority, and power is everything! To put it nicely, you are talented and fortunate enough to join my family…to put it bluntly, people like you are just a bunch of homeless stray dogs wandering around…to be noticed by someone like me is your honor and your only value.”

"Filsgaru began in a tone that stated the facts," he said.

Long's smile vanished, and she rubbed her head. "Sigh, how arrogant... But I can understand. From your perspective, this world... is probably just like that."

"May I ask, is your family considered quite powerful in the underworld? How do you compare to the Ten Elders?"

Philsgaru's fingers, which were holding a cigar, trembled, but he remained silent.

"Looks like... I've hit a nerve..."

Long tilted her head slightly and chuckled, "I came to see you not to negotiate. I just find you all a bit annoying... so... I'm going to kill you, and everyone here... so we won't be bothered anymore."

"Hahahahaha!"

"My God, did you hear what he said?!"

The man on the sofa exclaimed exaggeratedly, clapped his hands, and stared at Oboro with a strange look, as if he were looking at a rare animal.

He asked his girlfriend.

The woman was also secretly laughing.

I felt that Oboro was confused and had no idea what was going on...

"The arrogant one isn't me, it's you..."

Philsgaru was neither surprised nor flustered by Oboro's words; on the contrary, he was somewhat disappointed.

"To kill me..."

"Too many people want to kill me... not just you."

"You should go down and join them... A stray dog ​​is still a stray dog."

No sooner had the boss finished speaking than the lights went out with a snap, plunging the hall into darkness.

Oboro flexed his fingers... and his knuckles cracked.

"It feels very subtle... It's a complete... feeling looked down upon."

33. Just playing around.

coming!

The six strands of mental energy erupted from the darkness almost simultaneously.

Long locked onto the weakest aura in front of him—the man standing next to Fels!

In fact, his instincts told him that the weakest target was the woman on the sofa, but there was another person next to her, and it was not easy to attack the couple sitting together! He was in a situation where he was one against five, and he had to finish the job quickly.

You also can't target the strongest one first, as there's a chance of making a mistake.

The first thing to do... is to reduce the enemy's numbers!

The other party must have made some preparations before his arrival.

"Ok?"

Long's heart stirred.

Only two people sensed the approaching presence...

The couple on the sofa did not act immediately.

His eyes couldn't adjust to the sudden darkness... but it didn't affect him because his senses were still receiving the 'signals'.

"Want to leave?!"

With a single step, Long charged towards the mafia boss and his male secretary like a tiger unleashed from its cage.

Putting aside the weakest Nen user, capturing Fils first is also a good option!

The moment the hall plunged into darkness, the two men's auras and positions began to sink.

Although Oboro couldn't see it, it didn't stop him from attacking.

Sinking means moving underground...

At this moment, the secretary had already put one hand on the boss's shoulder and activated her Nen ability. The floor beneath their feet rippled like flowing water, and the two of them had already fallen to waist height, about to escape from the area.

Protecting their boss's safety is their top priority.

The rest of the battlefield can be left to a few comrades!

You can unleash your full power and slaughter your target.

mission accomplished.

However, before it disappeared from underground, the secretary felt a gust of wind approaching, followed by a blurry shadow rushing close.

"So fast!"

The man's skin broke out in goosebumps.

The sudden disappearance of light would inevitably leave the target unable to adapt. How could the other party remain unaffected and still perceive one's intentions and location?

He brought his boss with him and changed his position in advance.

"Stop him!"

The secretary yelled and, seeing the large hand slapping towards him, immediately raised his arm to fight back.

The next second, the former let out a muffled groan.

Long's powerful, sharp fingers were no different from a blade. In just one exchange, the secretary's arm was torn off, falling to the ground mixed with blood.

But once Oboro regained his footing, the living room floor had returned to its original state, leaving only a pool of blood; the man and Phils were nowhere to be seen.

At this moment, Oboro's eyes also adjusted to the darkness.

"Ability similar to penetrating walls or inanimate objects?"

With a sudden thought, Long immediately turned around and blocked an incoming fist. He took a few steps back, and in the gap of his defense, a sharp blade covered with barbs, accompanied by a ghostly shadow, flashed past his lower body, slicing a wound several centimeters long on his leg.

"The reaction was astonishing...the damage to him was less than expected."

The person who had successfully launched the sneak attack created some distance and spoke to the middle-aged man.

"The boss has already left..."

The middle-aged man responded.