Just when Rimo and the others drove to Villa No. 21 at Chencora Point.
At this time, in Villa No. 21 at Chencora Point, a black-haired man in his thirties his once-ambitious aura now dulled under the weight of fear and indulgencewas lying on the boss chair and receiving a report from his close guard.
"BOSS, our shadow bar on Emerald Street is suspected to be attacked by the Fanobi family, and the two brothers at the door were reported to be beheaded on the spot. The method… it's clean, almost like a single Nen-enhanced strike."
After listening to the report, the black-haired man Wright Nosla looked solemn:
"Can you be sure? Are you sure it was Fanobi's hand?"
Hearing this, the big man in the suit with short hair and sunglasses, the standard bodyguard-like figure, shook his head mechanically:
"I can't be 100% sure that it was Fanobi's hand, but only Fanobi dares to carry out such blatant street executions in Gambi Town. Ever since the Ten Dons divided the underworld territories, only groups with backing like them dare ignore the balance. Even the Mafia families still show restraint unless they have someone like the Phantom Troupe behind them."
The black-haired man collapsed on the black leather boss chair, his expression a little broken:
"Fanobi, these bastards, what are you trying to do? Do you really intend to wipe us out? Just because we went to Meteor City to recruit people?!"
"We are not recruiting people to provoke their dominance! It's just to deal with the provocation of the Bolan family. I don't believe that the Fanobi family will not know about this!"
Don't look at Wright Nosla's usual calm expression, as if everything is under his control.
In fact, he is nothing more than a tailwind opportunist.
In a tailwind situation, he appears high-spirited and decisive. But once he encounters a headwind situation especially one involving Nen users or forces beyond his understanding his mentality collapses rapidly.
And the big man in the suit, Bart, was clearly not surprised by the collapse of his own boss. Others in the organization might not know Wright Nosla's true nature, but as his closest follower, Bart understood it all too well.
"BOSS, what we have to decide now is whether to arrange reinforcements, or do I need to go there?"
While speaking, the iron-blooded aura emanating from Bart carried a faint oppressive feeling something akin to a crude but effective Ten, the most basic form of Nen defense.
His name is Bart, and he is a mercenary rescued by Wright Nosla three years ago. Though not formally trained like the Hunters who passed the Hunter Exam, Bart had awakened Nen in life-and-death battles, making him far stronger than ordinary gang members.
Because of Bart's increasing strength in the mercenary regiment and his rising influence, he had openly opposed the regiment leader many times.
Naturally, that led to his execution order.
Facing the leader's assassination attempt, Bart fled all the way to this remote border town.
There, he encountered Wright Nosla at the time an insignificant gangster with grand ambitions.
The moment Wright Nosla saw Bart, he realized that this was his chance to rise.
So Wright Nosla risked everything, even sacrificing his entire family killed by assassins sent by the mercenary regiment in order to save Bart.
But even so, Wright Nosla tried his best to protect him.
The final result was obvious: Bart recovered under Wright Nosla's care and later killed the captain himself using his newly stabilized Nen.
From that moment on, Bart swore absolute loyalty to Wright Nosla.
And Wright Nosla successfully built the current Nosla family using Bart's strength and his own cunning much like how minor Mafia families tried to climb the ladder beneath the Ten Dons' shadow.
It's a pity that Wright Nosla was, at his core, just a lucky and ruthless small-time gangster.
As his status rose, so did his fear of death.
Instead of using Bart as a weapon, he kept him by his side 24 hours a day as a shield.
Otherwise, to deal with a Bolan family, he wouldn't have needed to go to Meteor City to recruit dangerous outcasts people rumored to have connections to monsters like Chrollo Lucilfer.
This misstep is exactly what led to their current predicament being targeted by the Fanobi family, one of the overlords of Cambie Town.
Thus, at this critical moment, Wright Nosla only cared about preserving his own life. He was no longer the desperate man who once gambled everything.
"No, you have to stay here. If they really have Nen users, they might bypass everything and come directly for me. Besides, it's too late now. Even if you go, they're probably already gone… this time even if "
Faced with Wright Nosla's insistence, Bart said nothing.
In truth, even back in the mercenary group, Bart had never intended to betray anyone. He was simply too straightforward.
But that straightforwardness had been interpreted as rebellion.
After surviving that ordeal, Bart made a silent vow never to contradict Wright Nosla again, no matter what he thought.
He simply sighed inwardly, already prepared to die here if necessary.
Bart understood something Wright Nosla did not:
The underworld doesn't rely on brute force it relies on deterrence.
Strike once, and make a hundred fear you.
Fail to resist today, and tomorrow the hyenas will swarm.
Just as the two fell into silence, a sudden burst of gunshots erupted outside the yard.
Wright Nosla immediately stood up in shock:
"Could it be Fanobi and the others? Are they really here? How dare they?! This is a key tourist area in Cambie Town!"
The reason Wright Nosla bought this villa was precisely because Chencora Point was a major tourist attraction.
Even the Mafia families usually avoided making a scene in such places maintaining a fragile balance similar to Yorknew City before the chaos caused by the Yorknew City Auction.
Bart's eyes narrowed. His instincts screamed that something was wrong.
The precision of the earlier killings, the sudden escalation… this didn't feel like a typical gang conflict.
It felt like predators had entered the field.
Just as the two were suspicious, one of their subordinates slammed the door open and rushed in:
"Boss! Mr. Bart! There are monsters outside… We… we can't stop them! Their strength… it's not normal, it's like they don't even need to guard with Nen!"
"How many monsters?" Bart sharply caught the key word.
"Yes ah!!"
Before the subordinate could finish, a blade of light flashed downward.
A thin red line appeared on his forehead… then extended straight down.
In the next second, his body split cleanly into two halves.
Blood erupted, dyeing the white carpet crimson.
As the corpse collapsed, a man with samurai-style hair and a careless expression stepped into view.
It was Nobunaga Hazama.
Originally, Nobunaga had just sheathed his sword, intending to maintain a cool entrance.
But the next second, his expression broke.
A gang member's mangled body suddenly flew through the wall and crashed nearby.
"Bastard Uvogin! Can you watch where you're throwing people?!"
Nobunaga's forehead veins bulged into a cross.
"Ah ! Sorry, sorry! Next time! Hahahahaha!"
The voice, loud and carefree, carried overwhelming killing intent.
At this moment, Bart and Wright Nosla finally saw clearly
Outside the door… it was no longer a battlefield between gangs.
It was a slaughterhouse.
A true Shura scene just like the night the Phantom Troupe massacred the Mafia during the Yorknew chaos.
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