When Sarri raised his hand to throw the Fei Lei Shen Kunai, a thunderous "boom—!" erupted from the attic of Evans Manor.
The next instant, Sarri's upper body was obliterated, as though struck by a cannonball. Fragments of flesh and blood tissue sprayed into the air like shrapnel from a grenade. The force continued, shattering the vehicle Sarri had been using. Flames licked the roadside, smoke rising in thick plumes.
Jack, perched in the manor's upper attic, surveyed the aftermath with a cold satisfaction. He had lined up the shot perfectly. Sniper rifle casually slung over his shoulder, he retrieved the bodies of fallen subordinates, muttering, "While the adrenaline's still there, I need to go down and continue…"
What Jack failed to notice was a trident hurled by the shockwave, tracing a parabolic arc and embedding itself in the grass nearby.
Meanwhile, in Cambie Town, Wright Nosla stared at his silent phone. Sarri had reported nearing the perimeter of Evans Manor within the first ten minutes, but now—silence. Wright's instincts screamed that something had gone wrong. After a tense wait, he called back:
"Beep-beep-beep—!"
No answer.
Wright immediately suspected the worst. Sarri had been detected, likely neutralized. He hastily sent a text to Rimo, detailing the situation. The Fei Lei Shen Kunai, though thrown into the Evans Manor grounds, was unlikely to be far from its intended zone, making Rimo's intervention feasible.
In the villa's backyard, Rimo, who had been overseeing Nion's Nen training, felt the vibration of his phone. Picking it up, he smirked:
"Seems these mercenaries really can't handle themselves. Killed without even reporting back."
Rimo had explicitly instructed the Kunai be placed safely. Wright Nosla, cautious by nature, would not have allowed his subordinates to advance too far. The mercenaries' observation radius should extend only a short distance beyond the manor.
"Nion, take a break," Rimo said. "The master has something urgent to handle."
"Yay! Master is the best, MUA!" Nion leapt up, hugging Rimo's leg.
Rimo patted her head and conjured snacks with Nen from his previous life: "You've been so diligent the last two days. Rewards first. Master will work after."
Nion's attention immediately shifted to the snacks, prompting Rimo to flick her forehead lightly: "Little rascal, don't forget the master."
With a soft chuckle, Rimo vanished in a flash of white light—his God of Thunder Nen technique, reflecting the hair's hue, propelling him across space. Seconds later, he reappeared beside the Fei Lei Shen Kunai lying in the grass.
Assessing the burning vehicle nearby, Rimo mused: "The attack's power is substantial. No wonder Bart nearly got taken out. Detection range… around 500 meters. Not 700, maybe more."
He calculated the distance between the car and the manor. The area was too broad for his aura alone; this had to be Nen-assisted surveillance. He pinched a nearby fly, activating [Congeal], concentrating his Nen to slice through its tiny body. A controlled demonstration of [Bombing Space]—a finger-tip Nen auxiliary that allowed spatial precision—confirmed his suspicions.
At Evans Manor, Cataract stood abruptly, hoisting a young woman, signaling an imminent confrontation. Adam, more measured than Cataract, gestured for the others to halt training, readying the corps.
Adam surveyed his team: "Brothers, get ready. A master is on site. No mistakes."
The mercenaries stiffened, their casual demeanor replaced with lethal focus. Nen aura radiated from each of them, their discipline sharpening in an instant.
Rimo, walking along the manor's road, assessed the guards casually. With the Fanobi family's previous destruction fresh in his mind, he understood: letting opponents approach was more efficient than seeking them individually.
"Hello! Which family are you from? And why are you here at the Evans estate?" Rimo called out, his calm demeanor hiding his intent.
The lead guard hesitated. "I… you're from the Nosla family? Here to negotiate?"
"No negotiations," Rimo replied, maintaining a flat expression. "Either you die, or you let me in."
The guard gaped. Rimo's aura remained tranquil, but the implicit threat carried the weight of Nen mastery. Before the guard could react, Rimo activated [Bombing Space], a precise Nen slicing technique, decapitating him cleanly. Blood sprayed, the shock freezing other guards mid-action.
"Enemy attack! Nosla operatives at the manor gate!" another guard shouted, reaching for his walkie-talkie.
Rimo remained unfazed as bullets and fire converged upon him. Using [Unlimited Spell], he reflected projectiles mid-air, sending them back toward their origin. His aura flared—a deadly, iron-blooded presence—and panic rippled through the Evans garrison.
The lead garrison member, still gasping, realized the overwhelming power in front of them. Monster… a monster! His mind faltered, and survival instincts kicked in.
Rimo's calculation was clear. He controlled space, precision, and observation. The Evans Manor defenses, though formidable, relied on conventional gunfire and brute strength, which his Nen techniques rendered obsolete.
Inside the estate, the Adam Mercenary Corps readied themselves. Adam, standing with his rifle slung and aura flaring, issued a terse order:
"Brothers, target and eliminate any resistance. No half measures."
Cataract and the others, now fully aware of Rimo's mastery, positioned themselves for extraction. Every mercenary radiated battle intent, their Nen concentrated to lethal effect.
Rimo moved calmly, like a specter among chaos. Each step measured, his aura tightly controlled. [Bombing Space] and [Unlimited Spell] allowed him to manipulate incoming attacks and create openings. The guards' panic compounded with each Nen-enhanced maneuver, their numbers irrelevant.
The manor's periphery descended into controlled carnage. Rimo's approach combined observation, precise Nen application, and psychological dominance—a textbook Hunter x Hunter strategy: one master controlling the battlefield with minimal exposure.
Even as bullets ricocheted, explosions thundered, and fire raged, Rimo remained the fulcrum of power, guiding Nion's earlier training with Nen foresight. Every movement, every kill, reinforced his tactical supremacy.
By the time Evans Manor's defenders began to understand the threat, it was already too late. Rimo's aura and Nen techniques had neutralized their immediate ability to coordinate, leaving them exposed to both the Adam Mercenary Corps and Rimo's lethal control of space.
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