Chapter 98

A few hours later, in a secret room on the lower floor of the mafia building.

Marcus Capelli had just rushed over from the auction site, plopping down on the sofa and asking with an impatient tone, "The Ten Elders are really dead? Are you one hundred percent sure?"

"Yeah! They're all dead! It's a message sent by the eldest son of the Zoldyck family, Killua. There's no mistake. All the images and scenes before were illusions created by him using his Nen ability to manipulate the corpses. Besides, all the members of the Phantom Troupe are dead. How high you can climb next depends on your own abilities." Allen replied nonchalantly.

At this moment, his thoughts were far away, already flying into the team dungeon Molten Core.

"That means, before the news spreads, I have at least five to seven days more than others. And in this brutal war, my family suffered no damage at all, allowing us to easily recruit and subdue those heavily damaged gangs. Even the commission from this auction can be entirely deducted to recruit and expand our forces..."

Confirming the death of the Ten Elders, Marcus quickly displayed the demeanor of a mafia kingpin, calmly tallying up the resources at his disposal.

In about thirty minutes, he had already rallied the most powerful mafia families through one phone call after another, quickly establishing a vast network of interests, and forcibly seized control of the building from another guy.

For a time, the entire mafia alliance was operating according to his various orders.

Despite many people strongly objecting to Marcus's autocratic actions and threatening to report to the Ten Elders,

they were soon brutally suppressed, with some even losing control of their families before they could figure out what was happening.

Clearly, Marcus had made many preparations for this day, even bribing key figures in rival camps to rebel at the critical moment, giving him an excuse to intervene.

By the time the night passed and the sky began to brighten, he had completely controlled the situation and become the de facto leader of the mafia.

Of course, such a dominant position wouldn't last long.

Once other powerful mafia families realized what was happening, they would immediately join the feast to divide power and territory.

"Here! This is your share of the benefits. Without your help, I would never have gained such power." Marcus handed a check filled with countless zeros to Allen.

Despite not having slept all night, he showed no signs of fatigue, instead exuding a sense of vigor.

But Allen didn't reach out to take it, instead directly refusing, "You don't need to give it to me. Donate it to those who need it more. Especially the owners of all the shops and houses within a hundred meters of the explosion center. If there's any left, donate it to the city government to repair the destroyed underground facilities."

"Oh? Are you trying to do charity?" Marcus's face showed surprise.

This wasn't a small amount, even exceeding half of the total auction proceeds.

"Charity? No! I'm just paying for my mistakes." Allen glanced at the street outside, which looked like a war zone, and explained.

People must take responsibility for their actions, especially their mistakes.

This was a value and life principle he always upheld.

But Marcus clearly couldn't understand this, asking with a puzzled look, "Aren't the shops and houses covered by insurance? Why do this? As for repairing the damaged underground facilities, that's the government's job. You don't need to do it."

Allen shook his head with a smile, "No, you don't understand. This involves some bottom lines and principles. For Nen users, nothing is more important than maintaining one's integrity. In short, try to ensure that all those who suffered losses receive compensation, okay?"

"Of course! I'll use this money to set up a foundation in your name to handle it." Marcus agreed without hesitation.

After all, it wasn't his money.

Moreover, he was also troubled by the extent of the damage to the surrounding streets and was considering how to give a reasonable explanation to the bureaucrats and media.

With this huge compensation fund, all problems and troubles could be resolved.

After all, in the modern city of Yorknew, filled with corruption and money-power transactions, as long as enough money was paid to keep the victims silent, the rest was easy to handle.

As for those who wanted to extort money...

Do they really think the mafia alliance is a charity?

Do they believe they can be drowned in concrete and sunk in the river in a matter of minutes?

Because he understood the mafia's style and deterrent power, Allen chose to have them handle this.

Otherwise, who knows how many greedy people would falsely report losses to make a fortune.

When the three of them walked out of the mafia building, the sun was already high in the sky.

Everywhere on the streets, busy police, firefighters, and ambulances could be seen.

In addition, a large number of heavy engineering vehicles had arrived, urgently repairing the damaged underground cables, water pipes, and gas pipelines.

Feeling the warmth of the sunlight on his body, Fei Jie couldn't help but sigh, "It's finally over! I never thought I would have the chance to witness the downfall of the A-rank thief group, the Phantom Troupe."

"Over? This is just the beginning! Before long, there will be even more thrilling adventures waiting for us. Next, I will give you hellish training and start the official challenge to Molten Core according to the original plan." Allen enthusiastically shared his plans.

"Molten Core? What is that place? Some undiscovered ancient ruin?" Fei Jie asked, confused.

"No! It's much more interesting and exciting than a ruin! Trust me, you'll love it." Bodoro grinned with excitement and anticipation.

He would never forget the first time he followed Allen inside, almost being flattened by the two molten core giants at the entrance, and understood that in that place, which resembled the heart of the earth, there were many powerful and terrifying elemental creatures.

"Let's go, find a small inn to stay in, and then figure out how to increase Fei Jie's Nen capacity to five times its current level. Otherwise, with her current strength, she won't even have the qualifications to enter." Allen sighed helplessly.

Bodoro nodded in agreement, "You're right! In her current state, she'd be squashed into a pulp in one go."

"Hey! I know my strength is poor, but it's not as bad as you say, right?"

Fei Jie finally couldn't bear the two of them openly belittling her Nen ability and loudly protested.

Unfortunately, Allen and Bodoro completely ignored her and began discussing various training methods that sounded terrifying just to hear about them.

She didn't realize that the next period of her life would be spent in true hell.

Especially with Allen, who always pushed to the limit, being a true devil trainer, training to the point of death if it didn't kill you.

After all, as long as no limbs were missing, even if only a breath remained, they could still save you...

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