met free Chapter 139 Thank you for your patronage of 1 million
Chapter 139 Thank you for your patronage of 1 million
Chapter 139 Thanks to your patronage of 10 billion
Sheets of paper with personal information written on them were handed to Nyon, who sat down in the guest seat next to Su Wu, pen in hand, and began to work.
The auction was about to begin as a group of gang members entered the venue.
Nyon's prophetic work began and ended very quickly.
Da Zuo Nie picked up the slips of paper from the ground, glanced at them one by one, and then handed them to the various bodyguards.
He looked down at his papers, his face showing shock and fear.
Sleep and warm bed—these words have always symbolized death in Nyon's prophecies.
And the papers he had just seen... all contained the word "sleep" or "bed" in the prophetic results of each person.
In other words... they will all die in the near future.
It's even quite possible that they'll die at this auction!
The crowded meeting hall is now covered in cobwebs; you will fall into eternal sleep here.
Remember to stay away from the hammer that has finished striking; the door to life is just a step away.
"Let's leave first..." he said, and stood up.
Two figures in suits appeared on the stage; one was no more than 1.6 meters tall, while the other was enormous.
The two of them stood on the stage, like auctioneers at an auction.
Su Wu's gaze fell on the two of them, clearly recognizing their identities.
With his extraordinary charisma and distinctive appearance, he seems to be a member of the Phantom Troupe.
The shorter one was called Feitan, and I can't remember the taller one's name, maybe Franklin?
"You can still make it if you run now, but there are people guarding the entrance, although they're not very strong," Su Wu said slowly.
The one at the door should also be a member of the Phantom Troupe, but not a combat type. Hmm, she's a woman, holding a tool, a materialization ability user, probably... Shizuku?
"Distinguished guests—"
Feitan and Franklin on the stage also focused their attention on the only white figure.
The more they looked at the kid, the more familiar his face seemed, but that didn't stop them from continuing their actions.
"Welcome to this auction. Enough with the formalities, let's send you straight to hell. Behold my dual machine guns—" Feitan said, extending his hands. Franklin, standing behind him, also extended his hands.
The ten fingers, adorned with rings and chains, were severed in two, the severed fingers resembling gun barrels from which a continuous stream of bullets flew.
"Ice Shield—" As soon as the other party uttered the words "I'll send you to hell," and the others were in an uproar, Maro's expression suddenly changed. He reached out and controlled his ability, condensing several ice shields to block in front of everyone.
However, the bullets that flew from the tall figure's fingers were not ordinary bullets, but rather thought bullets.
If it were a regular bullet, the ice shield might be able to block it.
But the telekinetic bullet pierced through Maro's ice shield and shot straight into the crowd in the guest seats.
As soon as Maro's ice appeared, Dazoni had already stood up and pulled Nyon outside.
"Hill..." Nion was being pulled away as he ran outside, and he also pulled Su Wu, who was sitting next to him, along with him.
Su Wu slowly followed them.
The telekinetic projectiles pierced the ice shield so quickly that they were shot through from behind before they even reached the doorway.
Of course, Su Wu was not hit by the teleportation bullet.
Because Maro stood in his way.
"My lord, get out of here quickly." The blond figure stood behind, almost riddled with bullets, but his feet seemed to be welded to the ground.
He was spitting blood while urging Su Wu to leave.
"Young Miss, run..." Da Zuo Nie opened the door with all his might, but collapsed at the doorway.
Without Dazoni's protection, Nyon was naturally unable to avoid the incoming psychic bullets.
Fei Jie and the others had just run to the door when they were suddenly hit on the head by something that looked like a vacuum cleaner and fell to the ground with a thud.
The prophecy that predicted total annihilation not long ago has now come true, so quickly that it caught everyone off guard.
But... where is the so-called door to life, which is only one step away in the prophecy?
There's no chance of survival...
Da Zuo Nie stared, his mind hazy, at the door so close to him and the figure lying behind it, feeling utterly helpless.
"...I didn't ask you to stand in front of me..." Su Wu said expressionlessly, looking at Maro who was riddled with bullets.
Is it really necessary to create such a scene of life and death?
The projectiles struck him, but they were like mud thrown into the ocean, blocked by his mental power and incantation without splashing a single drop.
Inside the venue, apart from him and the murderer, most of the people were already dead, and a small number were half-dead but had lost their ability to move and would surely die soon.
"This kid is completely unharmed, Franklin." Feitan looked at the only unscathed boy in the entire arena and spoke with a hint of novelty in his voice.
"I think I remember who he is, Feitan." Franklin looked at his fingers suspiciously, as if reflecting on whether his strength had weakened, and said to Feitan, "Pampas greeted us before, do you remember, that brat from Area 12?"
Feitan fell into deep thought, his mind swirling through his memories.
It seems like it was before, when Pampas, who was in Meteor City, sent a message to everyone, including the leader, who were original members who came from Meteor City. The message said that if they encountered these juniors from Meteor City while they were out and about, they should be careful not to hit them.
Feitan suddenly realized, "It's this brat!"
Pampas and they have a good working relationship, and the residents of Meteor City do tend to stick together for warmth when they're out in the world, so there's no need to kill someone from the same camp.
and--
"I heard from Pampas that this kid has killed quite a few gangsters before," Franklin said, his tone even revealing a hint of admiration.
Why would they cause trouble at this auction orchestrated by gangs from all over the world? Of course, it's to provoke and intimidate the gangs.
Every now and then, the Phantom Troupe would make some big moves, drawing the world's attention to the Phantom Troupe and letting those who were interested know that they came from Meteor City.
This is a deterrent action.
And what that white-haired kid did not long ago has obviously deterred the gangsters, which Franklin greatly appreciates.
"...Never mind then, he's not dead or injured anyway," Feitan said in a sinister voice.
"Hey, these are mine." The white-haired boy standing there waved to Feitan and Franklin as if greeting an acquaintance, and pointed to the several half-dead bodies on the ground.
"..." Feitan and Franklin exchanged a glance but said nothing.
That half-dead guy, he can stay if he wants.
Those who are hit by Franklin's sermon are not so easy to cure.
The only outcome is dying sooner or later; if you want your body preserved, that's a favor you can still grant.
For the sake of the fact that we all came from Meteor City.
Of course, there is another reason—
Franklin's psychic bullets could not harm the boy.
They are clearly quite strong, so there's no need to fall out with someone whose strength is unknown but is obviously not weak and who also has some connection with them.
"Why are there still survivors?" Shizuku, who was carrying a vacuum cleaner-like tool called "Bulging-Eyed Fish" to clean up the battlefield, looked at the white-haired boy standing not far from the door and asked Feitan and Franklin beside him.
"Anyway, you wouldn't remember even if I told you, so don't worry about it." Feitan joked about Shizuku's forgetfulness.
"Let's go after we've finished cleaning," Franklin said to Shizuku.
"...Oh." Little Drop picked up the bulging-eyed fish that looked like a vacuum cleaner and aimed it at the corpse on the ground.
Despite its extremely narrow opening and small size, the fish successfully sucked in all the corpses in the venue. The bulging-eyed fish aimed at Maro and the others on the ground. Su Wu raised her foot and stepped on top of the bulging-eyed fish.
"These won't do." The white-haired, blue-eyed boy had a nonchalant smile on his face, but his tone left no room for argument.
His movements drew wary glances from Feitan and Franklin.
"Ignore them, little one," Franklin shouted.
"Oh." Little Drop silently retracted the bulging-eyed fish.
"Let's go." Feitan and Franklin walked towards the door, and Shizuku followed them out.
Throughout this process, Feitan and Franklin kept a close eye on the white-haired boy out of the corner of their eyes, in case he suddenly attacked.
Only after the three left did Su Wu squat down and look at the several people on the ground who were on the verge of dying.
The speed at which this group collapsed was truly beyond imagination...
"Reversal Technique"
The reversal technique is highly effective in treating external injuries, as it can regenerate even broken bodies.
"...Hill...I..." During the treatment, Nyon woke up, grabbed the boy's hand, and prepared to say his last words with teary eyes.
"...Okay, next." Su Wu pulled her hand out of his grasp and reached out to another person.
"...I...I'm not dead?" Nyon sat up abruptly, touching himself from head to toe. The bullet holes and bloodstains on his clothes proved that what had happened not long ago was not an illusion.
In other words... she was almost dead, but was saved?
"So... the door to life is here..." Da Zuo Nie murmured softly as he looked at the white-haired boy after waking up.
Just one step away, indeed just one step away; the only thing separating them was a young lady.
It turned out to be the case.
Outside the venue.
The blond boy rushed into the venue, brushing past two men and a woman. He glanced back instinctively, but didn't have time to look closely, busy searching for the auction venue.
Finally, after pushing open several doors, he found the person he was looking for.
"Young lady, I'm so glad you're alright." Kurapika breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the girl with long purple-blue hair in the room.
As his bodyguard, he was left behind, which was a serious dereliction of duty.
However, Da Zuo Nie, as the captain, did not reprimand him. Instead, he said with a look of lingering fear, "You've come at the right time. Let's get out of here quickly."
"Remember, we did not participate in this auction today." Da Zuo Nie looked at the others.
For example, Fei Jie, and Melody.
"What happened?" Kurapika was still a little confused. It wasn't until then that he realized that the main auction venue was unusually empty.
All the seats had disappeared, and apart from a few familiar people in front of him, not a single stranger could be seen; the silence was eerily quiet.
"Don't ask, don't say, let's go," Da Zuo Nie said with a grim expression.
"Young lady, come back with us." He looked at Nyon.
Having experienced death up close, Nyon nodded and stopped being willful.
They were clearly aware of the danger.
"By the way, Nionga Dazonie, and your bodyguards, that's seven people in total. One life is worth ten billion, Nion's is thirty billion, rounding it up, the Nosra family needs to pay me ten billion Jenny... Hmm, no installment payments accepted." The white-haired boy slowly reminded Dazonie and the others before they were about to leave.
You think you can just run away? Trying to get his treatment for free? There's no such thing as a free lunch.
Da Zuo Nie's body stiffened, and his face turned extremely ugly.
Ten billion? The boss probably wishes everyone except the young lady would just die at the auction! How could he possibly pay them!
"Tell him that if he doesn't acknowledge it, I'll personally go to his door and ask him for it," the white-haired boy said with a smile, his tone light and airy.
The boss would be scared to death...
Da Zuo Nie didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Hurry up and agree! Hill saved me, Dad will definitely agree..." Nyon, the rich girl who had no concept of money, urged, her tone willful and full of self-righteousness.
"I understand, I'll pass it on to the BOSS," Da Zuo Nie said, biting his cheek.
After what happened today, the gang will definitely investigate who did it, and they will notify their gang families to retaliate. The Ten Elders might even send out the Yin Beast.
However, for the BOSS who values the young lady above all else, the most urgent task is to get them to send the young lady away from Youkexin.
It's better to leave; this place is just too dangerous.
He didn't want to experience that feeling of helplessness and being left to die again.
Revenge? They'd be more like offering themselves up to die!
Six thousand! Please, adults, have a meal!
(End of this chapter)