Chapter 54: I'm Here to Cause Trouble
"Are you alright yourself?" The female doctor looked up, startled by Mord's blood-drenched state.
"I'm fine."
Mord touched the blood staining his clothes—still faintly warm. He glanced down.
The blood wasn't his.
But this debt—he would claim it.
A blood debt demands blood repayment.
Mord didn't know who threw the grenade or where they were now, nor did he intend to seek out Information Hunters—he only needed to completely eradicate the mafia that Chiyo's father belonged to... no, the entire mafia of Aftab City.
In the Hunter world, mafia organizations were audacious existences. They could openly engage in sensitive industries: prohibited drugs, adult entertainment, gambling, and underground auctions.
The reason governments across various nations tolerated their existence was because the mafia inherently maintained symbiotic relationships with many countries, often forming "white glove, black glove" partnerships with political parties through political donations or other means.
There were also cases like the Kakin Empire, where mafia leaders were either outright illegitimate children of the emperor or maintained close ties with the royal family.
On the surface, the highest alliance was the Ten Dons, composed of the ten major mafia bosses from around the world.
But precisely because they were accustomed to such audacity, finding them was remarkably easy.
The organization Chiyo's father belonged to was called the Mobley Family.
Knowing this single piece of information was already sufficient.
After leaving the hospital, Mord's figure quickly vanished into the dark alleys of the streets.
...
Kanabi Street, the famous bar district.
Everywhere was filled with dazzling colorful lights and deafening DJ music with pounding beats.
A man wearing a white shirt stained with blood walked along the street. Passersby who brushed past him whispered among themselves, thinking:
What's with this guy? Was he slashed, or is he going to slash someone?
Some thrill-seekers followed him.
Then they watched from a distance as the man stopped in front of an extravagantly decorated bar at the very end of the bar street.
"Is this guy crazy? That bar is Mobley Family territory."
Everyone in the city knew that while it appeared to be a bar on the surface, it actually offered all kinds of illegal activities—prostitution, gambling, and drugs.
The man glanced up and was about to enter.
Two men in black suits guarding the entrance stretched out their arms to stop him, examining him with scrutinizing gazes as they coldly stated, "This is Mobley Family territory. If you're looking for trouble, take it somewhere else."
Being in the underworld, they had enough perception to recognize trouble.
Just by seeing the newcomer covered in blood, they guessed he might be here for revenge.
The Mobley Family wouldn't interfere in personal grudges, but such matters absolutely could not happen on their turf.
Otherwise, it would be a direct challenge to the Mobley Family.
The newcomer was indeed here to cause trouble—they just guessed wrong about the target.
"I know. I'm here for the Mobley Family."
Mord lifted his head, then reached out with his right hand toward one of the men in black.
Crack!
The man's head lolled to the side like frostbitten eggplant, eyes bulging, face filled with disbelief.
His final thought before death was...
How dare he?!
The other gang member, stunned by the sudden situation and accustomed to throwing his weight around, froze momentarily.
He wanted to shout.
But found he couldn't make a sound.
Mord casually tossed the two corpses aside like trash, then walked inside under the astonished gazes of the onlookers in the distance.
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Inside the bar.
The slaughter continued.
The Mobley Family gang members, all wearing uniform clothing, were easily identifiable.
The guests and dancers had long since scattered like frightened birds and beasts at the sight of such a confrontation.
"Don't kill me, please don't kill me!"
"Brother, your feud with the Mobley family has nothing to do with us."
...
The so-called elites and socialites were utterly disgraced in that moment. Many didn't even have time to pull up their trousers as they scrambled away in panic, crawling and stumbling in their haste.
Mord coldly watched them leave without attempting to stop them.
It must be understood that Aftab City belonged to the Kukan'yu Kingdom, one of the world's five most powerful nations.
Though its bureaucracy was corrupt and colluded with the mafia, this didn't mean the Kukan'yu Kingdom's government was incompetent. On the contrary, it was a truly terrifying behemoth.
Before reaching his full potential, Mord would absolutely not break openly with them. After all, even a being as powerful as the King of Ants could be destroyed by a single Poor Man's Rose.
Of course, giving them a proper warning was perfectly acceptable.
Mord's seemingly slender frame stood erect in the bar's main hall, his right hand gripping his Zanpakutō. Crimson blood dripped down the blade like blooming scarlet flowers.
The few remaining gang underlings stared at Mord, who resembled an incarnation of the god of death. Their scalps tingled with terror, eyes filled with pure dread.
Mord tilted his head slightly, observing the petrified men with utterly calm eyes. In a flash, he appeared before them almost instantly, his Zanpakutō slicing sharply across their necks.
Several heads still wearing expressions of horror soared into the air, while gushing blood painted the entire bar red.
"Fly... they're flying... hahaha, they're flying," giggled a drugged addict who hadn't managed to escape, lying on the floor and clapping his hands delightedly at the sight of the soaring heads.
Only when one of the heads landed in his lap did he sober up slightly at the sight of the disembodied head so close to him.
"Ah, ah, ah," he stammered in terror, mouth agape, emitting strained gasps.
Having successfully obtained the specific address of the Mobley family's headquarters earlier, Mord glanced at the addict before turning to leave, stepping through the thick blood.
Emerging from the bar, he walked toward the deeper darkness in the distance.
...
Aftab City Police Department.
Chief Noru rubbed his forehead, his face etched with exhaustion.
His female secretary approached and extended her slender jade-like hands to take over, massaging his head while asking concernedly, "Are you alright, Chief?"
"This Mobley family keeps crossing lines. They actually dared to detonate grenades freely in the city center! That's not the slums, you know!"
"In just this short time, I've lost count of how many complaint calls I've received. Even the Mayor himself has personally inquired about this matter."
As she continued massaging, the secretary suggested, "If they won't listen, why not just replace them with someone more compliant? It's just a matter of your word, Chief."
Chief Noru's large hands had already wandered restlessly into the secretary's clothes, roaming freely while his face showed a trace of ruthlessness.
"If it weren't for the Terrio family's influence, I would have replaced them long ago. I've already given them a warning. If they still don't know their place, they shouldn't blame me..."
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