Becoming the Supreme Will starting from Hunter x Hunter

As Philsgaru listened to the words in his ear, his expression and body stiffened to the point of paralysis.

He didn't even notice when the cigar burned his skin.

"What do you want to do?! If anything happens to me... the entire gang will not let you off the hook. You will be wanted and become a rat in the street! You will be stuck hiding in the sewers forever." Philsgaru was trying to appear calm, and it was clear that he hadn't gotten to his current position for nothing.

"I can do without the money... but I can still give you a certain amount."

Before Phils could finish speaking, Oboro's fingers had already grabbed his right cheek.

"Don't be naive!"

Long's face remained expressionless. "You killed dozens of people on that bus... To you, they were worthless, like roadside weeds. Haven't you heard the saying, 'A murderer will eventually be killed'? You should have been prepared for that... The reason I feel so much pressure is because I'm afraid I might be killed at any time..."

"So... I understand you, because from my perspective, you're just another nobody..."

"Now it's just a matter of roles being reversed, you'll understand me, right?"

As she spoke, Oboro's fingers began to exert more force.

"Ahhhh..."

Phils's face contorted as he struggled and screamed in agony.

But to Oboro, his power was no different from that of a chick.

"Shh... be quiet. You're a gang leader, how can you have no backbone at all..."

"There were children on the bus I was on... They didn't die as badly as you."

Phils' right cheek began to cave in, his distorted face causing his eyes to become bloodshot, and blood to spill from his nostrils, earlobes, and mouth... Oboro deliberately slowed down the speed and pressure of his fingertips squeezing.

Let the former experience the pain little by little...

Several minutes passed, and Philsgaru's limbs went completely limp, and he was barely breathing.

Half of his face was deeply marked with long finger marks, which shows the pain he was suffering.

puff.

After a short while, seeing that the body had stopped breathing, Long coldly tossed it aside like trash.

Bot, standing to the side, was so frightened he was trembling uncontrollably.

Long walked to the side, took off her clothes... with her back to Bot, and said calmly, "Before dawn, no matter what method you use, I don't want to see any living people in this manor."

"Yes."

Bote nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

I understand the meaning of "胧".

Even though he was seriously injured, he dared not refuse to do it.

Even without a leg, dealing with these ordinary people is still no problem...

The only thing to worry about is excessive blood loss.

To be honest, Bote is already showing signs of anemia, and his vision is blurry.

But there was nothing I could do…

Fortunately, he was a member of the Fils family, so using that identity, he could easily lure the guards in and deal with them one by one.

Oboro was just too lazy to do it himself. There were ready-made laborers available, so why not use them?

Let Bote contribute something from his remaining years.

Then, Bote went out the door…

Long wasn't worried that he would run away, because he couldn't escape... even if he took a car, it wouldn't help.

The former is also aware of this.

Immediately afterwards, Oboro found the bathroom and began to take a bath…

As time went on, he could hear some commotion coming from inside and outside the castle.

After a long while, the hall finally brightened up because the sun was rising in the sky outside the window…

When Bot returned, looking weak and with skin as pale as a corpse, Oboro, who had changed her clothes, was already waiting for him at the window.

Suits are standard attire for gangsters, and Oboro easily found an outfit that fit his size on the second floor.

clap clap clap...

Long turned around, clapped her hands, and smiled.

Bert was terrified, but he managed a fawning smile.

"I have a few questions for you," Oboro said in a relaxed tone.

"You tell me."

Bote nodded immediately.

"Now that the head of the Fils family is dead, can I easily take over his assets?"

"That's it..."

Bote paused for a moment, then quickly began to explain.

This means that Oboro can transfer money through the Fels family's accounts, but there is a time limit... it must be before other gang forces realize that something has changed in the Fels family!

Properties like casinos or other real estate are very difficult to move.

The underground world is extremely chaotic, with gangs frequently fighting each other for control of the 'pie'. However... this is only internal; if an outsider intervenes, the gangs will unite against them. The Ten Elders are the key to making this vast force as solid as a rock.

Gangs have their own rules... internal strife is allowed.

If any family were to perish or disintegrate, other forces would certainly want to annex it, but they would need to consult the Ten Elders first. More commonly, the Ten Elders would handle resource allocation. Furthermore, the succession of a family's descendants would also require the Ten Elders' approval. Therefore, it would be impossible for Oboro to replace Philsgaru as the new head of the Phils family!

Once news of Philsgaru's death spreads, Oboro, the murderer, will immediately be targeted.

The gang wasn't simply a group in the conventional sense... it was the Ten Elders maintaining their prestige and status.

Regardless of which gang or family it was or how they made their fortune, they all had to "pay tribute" to the "regional administrator," one of the Ten Elders.

Those ten people were the emperors of the underworld.

"So, I still can't get rid of this trouble... instead, I've gotten myself into an even bigger mess," Oboro said after listening.

"...That's how it is..."

Bote added his own voice.

"It seems... I won't be able to participate in this year's Hunter Exam..." Oboro sighed softly.

"Where is the Phils family's headquarters located? Tell me about Philsgaru."

"Yes."

Bot recounted the information he knew in detail: the main members of the Fils family, industry-related intelligence, and his situation within the gang. The more he spoke, the stronger his will to survive became.

What are your plans?

After a long pause, Bote asked cautiously.

This tone suggests that he already follows Oboro's lead.

"What else can we do..."

Long gave a dry laugh and cracked his neck. "Since only the ten elders have the final say... then I'll have to take that position myself. Otherwise, even if I kill one, there will still be nine... the burden will be even greater, and the matter will never end."

Bote choked on his words... This method was something he wouldn't even dare to imagine!

"Right, let's take care of business first."

"Business?!"

Bote was taken aback.

What else?

“I said, leave no survivors before dawn…” Long smiled.

"I killed them all! I checked, not a single one was left!"

Bote's heart tightened, and he hurriedly said.

"That can't be right..."

Long frowned slightly. "My exact words were, 'I don't want to see any more living people...'"

"Yes, I did as you instructed!"

Bote's legs were trembling.

"Really? Aren't you a survivor too? Have you... forgotten about yourself?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Bote was immediately dumbfounded.

Biting cold.

Do you need my help?

"..."

36. A smart woman

A few minutes later, Oboro wiped his hands with a handkerchief and walked out of the hall.

A forgotten person, Charles, was draped over his shoulder.

His injuries were very serious, but fortunately not fatal... He should be able to recover in a few months.

The latter was lucky; he wasn't killed.

Oboro isn't afraid of trouble... but he hates being bothered.

Just like he tries to stay as far away from people like Hisoka or Illumi as possible...

He wanted to understand and become familiar with this world in a pure way, and strive to climb to the peak he imagined... In his past life, he was full of curiosity about the Hunter world, and had many secrets or things he wanted to know or experience...

However, it is indeed difficult to move forward alone without any distractions.