You definitely can't outrun a Nen user.
The second Neil started running, the back of his head caved in. His vision went dark. He lost consciousness.
When he woke up again, he'd been dragged into a dead-end alley. The three people who'd been surrounding him on the street now stood in front of him. His companions had vanished.
"Let's talk carefully if we have something to discuss!" Neil quickly raised his hands, pressing himself into the corner. He asked nervously, "Who are you? What do you want from me?"
Liam gestured to Kurapika. Your stage.
Kurapika raised his hand and manifested the fourth book—"Revelation"—spreading it open. He looked at Neil coldly. "Your name is Neil Chadman."
"Yes, that's me." Neil nodded quickly, staring blankly at the book that had appeared out of thin air in the kid's hand.
Kurapika showed him the book.
Neil's pupils constricted. His face appeared on the page! A portrait—like a sketch drawn with simple lines—but unmistakably him.
"As long as you lie, it turns red," Kurapika said. "You can try. Say you're not Neil Chadman."
"I—" Neil swallowed hard. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He smiled bitterly. "Brother, whatever you want to ask, just ask. I promise—everything I know, I'll tell you the truth."
Kurapika extended his palm and stabbed it into the brick wall beside them like a knife through butter.
As Neil's face turned paler, Kurapika placed his palm against Neil's left arm. He held "Revelation" where Neil could see his portrait. "Next question. As long as you speak, the pattern on the book will turn red if you lie. The moment the pattern turns red, your arm breaks. Clear?"
Neil gritted his teeth and nodded repeatedly.
"How many pairs of Scarlet Eyes did you obtain?"
"One. One pair."
"Where are they now?"
"I... I... I sold them." Noticing Kurapika's eyes sharpen, Neil hurriedly added, "Really! What's the point of keeping them? I got rid of them within days!"
"Who did you sell them to?" Kurapika's tone was terrifyingly calm.
"I don't know! How can this kind of business—AHHH!!!"
He screamed. His left arm snapped. Kurapika broke it without hesitation—bones making a crisp clicking sound. Pain lanced through him. His forehead immediately covered itself in cold sweat, veins pulsing.
Neil saw it. On the page that had appeared out of thin air in the blond boy's hand, his sketch portrait had turned red after he lied.
"Next time I lie..."
Kurapika moved his palm to Neil's heart. His eyes finally couldn't help glowing scarlet. "Tell me who you sold them to."
"Sold to the Bonarlon family!" Neil shouted quickly. "I sold them to their young master! I really didn't lie!"
"The Bonarlon family. A gang family?"
In the nearest internet cafe, Liam browsed the Hunter website and quickly pulled up information about the gang family.
There were ten major gangs in the Hunter World, spread across several continents. Their leaders were collectively called the Ten Dons.
Under these top ten, there were naturally many small and medium-sized gangs. The Nostrade family that Kurapika would work for in the manga was this type. The Bonarlon family was similar. The Mimbo Republic—or the entire Everika Continent—was dominated by two of the Ten Dons controlling the underground world. Small and medium forces like the Bonarlon family followed these two bosses to make a living.
The Bonarlon family headquarters was in Waterloo City.
Easy enough.
In the Hunter World, gangs were legal businesses—as long as you didn't get caught doing illegal activities. Their headquarters was naturally easy to find.
Neil was forced to lead the way. Soon he led them to an ordinary-looking building.
From the front entrance, aside from the gatekeepers—a few big men all dressed in black wearing sunglasses who didn't look like legitimate security—it wasn't much different from an ordinary office building.
The burly men in sunglasses guarding the door saw Neil leading three young people and stopped him, raising a hand to signal them to halt.
"Are you blind?" Neil suddenly raised his hand and punched the closest guard's chest three times with his still-mobile right fist. He scolded, "These are people here to see the young master! Go inform him quickly! If you delay business, you'll lose your heads!"
The sunglasses-wearing guards' expressions remained unchanged. The one in front looked at Liam and the others. The one in back spoke into a walkie-talkie, nodded to everyone, and moved aside.
Stepping into the office building and walking through the empty lobby, Kurapika suddenly asked in a cold voice, "You punched him three times. What did that mean?"
"He must be a member of this gang," Shizuku said.
At that moment, two groups of gangsters emerged from passages on both sides of the lobby. They all raised pistols, pointing them at Liam and company. The lead guard in black sunglasses said in a deep voice, "Gentlemen. Our young master is waiting. Please come."
Liam looked around at the black muzzles. "I think it'll be more respectful if we go up ourselves. What do you think?"
Shizuku was about to manifest Blinky as a weapon, but Liam quickly pressed her hand down. He pointed at his own heart. Shizuku understood.
Liam gave an order. Three figures vanished from the gangsters' sight. Gunshots and falling sounds filled the lobby.
Gunfire erupted upstairs.
In the first-floor lobby lay a pile of black suits with their heads tilted and eyes rolled back, unconscious.
Neil was so frightened his limbs trembled. Those three didn't look human at all. Their movements were like black lightning—bullets couldn't catch them! With so many people, they probably hadn't landed a single shot before being knocked down in waves. Neil swallowed hard, rolled his eyes, and slipped into the elevator.
The elevator door slowly opened. A group of gangsters guarding the door prepared to act, but saw only several unconscious brothers inside the elevator.
Where were the intruders?
Liam, Shizuku, and Kurapika clung to the wall behind the gangsters, feet planted on vertical surfaces.
The aura around Kurapika transformed into a massive skeletal hand. It swept away the group of gangsters astonished at the elevator opening like grabbing trash, flinging them all aside.
Kurapika had been deliberately controlling his strength. But the impact of the giant skeleton hand made of aura still knocked these ordinary gangsters unconscious instantly. Injuries varied in severity. They piled up in the corridor corner like a black mountain.
"Which floor?"
Liam thought for a moment in confusion, then suddenly raised his head with Shizuku. He looked at the surveillance camera in the corridor corner and waved.
The unbearable tragedy in the surveillance footage made the young master of the Bonarlon family turn pale with rage—or maybe fear.
Where did these three come from?
This is too unruly! He'd genuinely asked his subordinates to invite them up for a detailed discussion. Why did it end up like this? What kind of people just start fighting without even saying a word?
And with casual moves, they'd nearly wiped out all his men in the entire building.
The three figures in the black and white screen walked out of one frame and entered the next adjacent surveillance screen—the path leading to his room.
The young master's face was grim. He leaned back in his large chair and turned around.
Outside the door behind him, footsteps grew closer.
The young master opened his desk drawer. Inside, besides a pistol, there was also a gas mask.
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