Looking at the restored vision of the manor, Rimo nodded in satisfaction.
The members of the Phantom Troupe behind him, having witnessed Rimo's series of godlike operations, could not help but let a thought flash through their minds:
"Deputy Head (Rimo)… this is perverted… I want to be this perverted too…"
Afterwards, no more resistance appeared. It seemed the majority of the Fanobi family's forces had been concentrated elsewhere earlier.
It wasn't until Rimo and the troupe reached a room deep within the manor that they encountered two elite bodyguards posted outside the door.
There was no need for Rimo to act.
The other troupe members, trained in lethal Nen combat under his guidance and recently accustomed to "Ten" and "Zetsu" usage, rushed forward and tore the guards apart before they could even react much like how Feitan Portor would quietly eliminate enemies in seconds.
Without obstruction, Rimo arrogantly lifted his foot, and with a resounding "017," kicked the door open.
However, this time, the force of the door was caught effortlessly by a seemingly ordinary middle-aged man with one hand, who waved nonchalantly to the side.
"Oh ?!"
Rimo instinctively activated Congeal, his eyes narrowing.
The troupe followed suit, focusing their aura and observing through En.
Even under intense Nen scrutiny, the middle-aged man's life energy remained completely intact.
Clearly, he had mastery over Gyo and likely the ability to activate In or Shu, similar to the specialized Nen techniques seen in seasoned Hunters.
Inside the room, in addition to the middle-aged man activating Gyo, three others sat behind him one elderly, one middle-aged and imposing, and one young.
Having reviewed the Fanobi family profiles earlier, Rimo immediately recognized them as the true heads of the Fanobi family the individuals whose photos topped the dossier.
Three generations had gathered: grandfather, father, and son.
Eisenhower Fanobi, the eldest, glared at Rimo with a dark expression:
"Who the hell are you? Why are you disturbing our Fanobi family? Have we wronged you, your friends, or your family before?"
Rimo waved his hand casually, speaking in his usual nonchalant tone:
"No, no… you've neither offended us nor our family or friends…"
He paused briefly, remembering that his predecessor had been killed by the Fanobi family. Crossing over to this world complicated matters slightly, so he added, hesitantly:
"Uh… maybe that's not entirely true. I suppose you could have 'killed' me once…"
Hearing Rimo contradict himself first denying any grievance, then implying an attempted murder Croft Fanobi, still in his twenties and accustomed to being dominant in Cambie Town, couldn't help but scold:
"What the hell are you saying, brat? One moment you say you don't offend, the next you say you do! If your brain is broken, go see a doctor before you speak!"
The snap of Croft's words struck Rimo's nose directly, causing the troupe to tense, though they did not intervene.
Beside Croft, Archibald Fanobi the current patriarch who had remained silent until now, stood suddenly. With a sharp motion, he slapped his son across the face, the sound echoing through the room:
"Idiot!"
Archibald's voice was cold and commanding. Then he turned to the troupe, offering a polite smile. He had already sensed that Rimo was their leader:
"This gentleman… my apologies. I have clearly failed to teach my son proper etiquette. If you have been offended, the Fanobi family will provide due compensation."
Rimo squinted at Archibald.
"Really? And if the compensation I want… is his life?"
"Sir, we merely jest our family…"
Before Archibald could finish, Rimo raised his hand and appeared beside Croft Fanobi in an instant.
The Fanobi family, unaware where the Nen had come from, instinctively contracted their pupils in fear.
Rimo, using a precise application of Shun and Ko, targeted Croft's neck instead of his head this time.
Under Rimo's Bubbling Space technique, Croft Fanobi's neck was severed cleanly.
Rimo picked up Croft's decapitated head and placed it in Archibald Fanobi's outstretched hands.
"See? I'm not joking." Rimo's harsh voice whispered in Archibald's ear.
Archibald's shock was total. Though he had despised Croft's arrogance, he still recognized his son as the legitimate heir.
Overcome with grief and fury, he drew a revolver and fired at Rimo's face.
"Jeff! Kill them all for me!" he shouted in Nen-commanded coordination.
Rimo yawned lazily. The bullets stopped midair, mere centimeters from him, frozen by the precise application of his Nen.
Six shots later, all projectiles remained suspended.
Archibald's face darkened at Rimo's nonchalance.
"How can a monster like you exist…?"
Rimo feigned offense:
"Oh? Rude! You don't recognize this? It's just my Reading ability."
"And besides…" Rimo twisted a finger.
The bullets fixed midair pivoted, now aimed directly at Archibald Fanobi.
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