Hunter x Hunter: Card Master, the Strongest in the World.

Meanwhile, at the villa where Nosla and others were temporarily staying.

"I don't care! I'm going!"

"I'm going to the auction!"

In the princess-themed pink room, a huffy Neon sat on the edge of the bed, frantically picking up all sorts of plush toys and throwing them at her father, Wright, as if a rain of plush toys was falling.

Beside her, Gastly floated in the air to exorcise Neon's spirits, while Lynn's puppet sat quietly drinking tea at the tea table in the room.

After several days of treatment, Nyon's spirits improved significantly, and she returned to her usual lively self.

Wright kept dodging, but was still hit in the face by a teddy bear. He reluctantly put the bear down and said earnestly, "Nion, it's not that I don't want you to go, but this time it's really dangerous."

"Your safety is the most important thing. Just let the guards handle the auction."

"Whatever you want, I'll have the guards buy it all!"

Upon hearing that her father absolutely forbade her from going to the auction, Neon puffed out her cheeks like a little squirrel hiding its grain, her jewel-like eyes brimming with tears as she stared at Wright, pouting.

Wright sighed, looked away, and quickly gave instructions to the maids and Dazo Nie on either side:

"You must take good care of the young lady and absolutely not let her leave!"

"Yes, I will definitely take good care of Miss," Dazo said loyally.

Wright nodded slightly. He trusted Dazoni's work. With him around, Neon's safety was absolutely guaranteed... He wasn't just keeping an eye on Neon, but also on that nameless master.

Ever since the nameless master came to him that night and they made a deal to eliminate his thoughts, he had ordered his men to investigate the other party's background.

No matter what, you have to find out more about the other party before you feel at ease.

But the results of the investigation were quite shocking.

This nameless master seemed to appear out of nowhere; there was no trace of his origins, and he always wore a black robe and a mask, deliberately concealing his appearance.

Despite their unease, they were powerless to do anything about it.

After all, without the intervention of the nameless master, Neon would be in mortal danger, a price he absolutely could not afford.

The final solution was that whenever the Nameless Master approached Neon, there should be guards by his side, ostensibly to help, but secretly to monitor him, in order to prevent Neon from being harmed.

Several days passed, and Neon was fine and in better condition, while the nameless master did not exhibit any strange behavior.

Aside from exorcising the spirits of Nion every day, she just eats and lives a normal life, spending most of her time in her room and appearing very well-behaved, which puts their minds at ease.

After Wright left, Neon continued to cause trouble, so Dazoni had to take over the task of calming her down. He patiently persuaded her, a job he was already very familiar with, since his young lady had a bad temper.

"You're all bullying me! I don't want to talk to you anymore!" Neon, her eyes red, pushed them away to keep Dazo and the others away from her, then turned to look at Gastly.

"Giggle? Giggle!" Gastly stuck out its tongue and made a face at her... This was Gastly's way of comforting her.

This is a universal action. Need to taunt an enemy? Make a face. Need to comfort an angry friend? Make a face!

"You're the best; they're all bad people," Neo smiled.

To others, Haunter appears rather sinister and terrifying, like a long-faced black mist monster drifting around, which would likely frighten most ordinary girls.

But Neon is not a normal girl; her values ​​and preferences are very strange.

She was indifferent to life and death and liked specimens of various human organs... She even found Gastly creatures quite cute, and they had gotten along very well these past few days.

……

Inside the Capone Villa.

In the spacious living room, Lynn sat on a leather sofa, holding an enemy controller shaped like a game controller in his hand, and seeing the scene as seen by the puppet.

The puppet's perspective is only visible in game mode, allowing for precise control; it's not available in idle mode.

Lynn looked thoughtfully at Neon and Dazoni's conversation in his field of vision.

Over the past few days, through bits and pieces of information, he has roughly determined what happened.

Before being consumed by suicidal thoughts, Neon performed divination for several gang leaders and received similar death predictions. After analysis, she discovered that they were related to the auction, suggesting that something might go wrong at the auction.

The higher-ups wanted Neon to perform another divination to obtain more accurate information, but Neon was now affected by suicidal thoughts and was unable to perform the divination.

So the gang provided the only exorcist, which was the half-baked monk from that night, but he intercepted the job.

Because the auction was too rushed, and Neon had not yet fully recovered and there was no time for divination, Wright, just to be on the safe side, dared not let her precious daughter participate in the auction.

He wouldn't even dare to gamble on a one in ten thousand chance.

It didn't matter if other people died, but Wright would be extremely worried if Neon were to suffer even the slightest injury, not entirely out of love for his daughter.

More importantly, his daughter, Nio, represents whether he can maintain his current status in the future, or even go further.

It doesn't really concern him whether Niwoncan attends the auction; he's more interested in what might happen at the auction.

Neon's Nen ability is extremely accurate in divination, so there's a high probability that something bad will happen at this auction.

This reminded him of the Phantom Troupe's attack in the original story. Could it be that his time travel caused a butterfly effect?

Did the spider act ahead of time?

Lynn frowned, tapping his fingers on the coffee table as he pondered... It wasn't impossible; the butterfly effect was unpredictable. It could be that the Phantom Troupe had indeed made their move, or it could be a threat from someone else.

In conclusion, a wise person does not stand under a crumbling wall.

If he hadn't known, that would have been one thing, but since he knew there were risks involved in the auction, he cancelled his original purchase plan.

He had originally planned to attend in person, but now it seems better to let Capone pick a few people to participate, in order to minimize the risks.

Unfortunately, it's too late to withdraw the bid for the ancient sword and statue he submitted, and it's uncertain whether he'll ever get them back.

Time flies, and before we knew it, it was evening.

The auction is about to begin.

As dusk fell and the sun set, an unexpected guest arrived in front of Capone's villa.

The man was tall and thin, with a spiky haircut and an unusually gaunt face, his cheeks even sunken, as if he had indulged in excessive sexual activity. Yet, his eyes revealed a sharp, wolf-like gaze.

"Who goes there?" the security personnel on duty asked as they came out.

The sick dog, hands in its pockets, peered through the ornate iron gate into the villa, its mouth revealing unusually sharp teeth, and sneered: "This must be it... the Capone family."

The words had barely left his lips when a fleeting afterimage flashed by.

A line of blood appeared on the security guard's neck, and the next moment blood gushed out, and his body fell straight backward.

The sick dog withdrew its long, claw-like paws, pushed open the door, and slowly walked in, as relaxed as if it were returning to its own home.

Because he has extremely high confidence in his own abilities!