After Rimo descended from the upper floor of Evans Manor, Adam had already completed most of the cleanup.
Although Adam was not a frontline combatant, the gap between ordinary humans and Nen users was absolute. Even without specializing in Enhancement, a Nen user maintaining Ten and basic Ren could easily overwhelm non-users.
Against the remaining gang members—mere civilians armed with firearms—Adam's efficiency was ruthless.
He didn't rely on hand-to-hand combat like the Phantom Troupe.
Instead, he used guns.
Infusing bullets with aura through Shu, he ensured that each shot carried lethal force. Combined with his calm tactical awareness, the process became less of a battle and more of an execution.
The only limitation was scale.
Adam couldn't handle large groups simultaneously like Rimo, whose abilities ignored conventional constraints of range and positioning.
Still—
For this level of opposition, Adam was more than enough.
As for the women who had previously been brought in as "training partners" for the mercenary group, Adam spared them.
They were not part of the Evans family.
And Rimo's order had been clear:
Eliminate members of the Evans family.
Adam followed instructions precisely.
"Finished?" Rimo asked casually as he approached.
Adam, standing amidst the aftermath with traces of blood still on his clothes, immediately lowered his head.
"My lord… it should be complete. However, I do not possess your level of En, so I cannot guarantee absolute certainty."
Rimo waved it off.
"It's fine. Nosra's people will handle the rest."
Based on his understanding of Wright Nosra, reinforcements should already be on the way. The moment Rimo set out for Felton Town, Wright would have begun mobilizing personnel.
However
Rimo had no intention of returning the same way.
He placed a hand lightly on Adam's shoulder.
Aura surged.
A spatial marker activated.
In the next instant
A flash of white light.
The two disappeared.
They reappeared in the backyard of the Nosra estate at Yorknew.
Adam's pupils shrank slightly.
This wasn't simple movement.
It wasn't speed.
It was displacement.
True instantaneous relocation—far beyond the capabilities of standard Emission techniques.
"…Another Hatsu," Adam thought, his reverence deepening.
Meanwhile
Rimo's attention had already shifted.
Not to strategy.
Not to threats.
But
To a small figure sitting nearby.
Neon Nostrade was happily eating chocolate, her cheeks puffed slightly as she focused entirely on her snack.
Rimo walked over silently.
Then—
Grabbed her by the back of the collar.
"—Ah!"
Neon let out a startled cry as she was lifted off the ground.
"Nion," Rimo said, his tone turning dangerous, "the staff told me you've been eating non-stop."
In truth, part of the blame lay with him.
He had materialized too many snacks earlier using Nen, without setting clear limits.
But admitting that?
Not happening.
"A-ah! Master! I uh just a little mistake… hehe…"
Neon's face flushed as she dangled in the air.
Rimo narrowed his eyes.
"Tomorrow's snacks are canceled."
"Whaaat?! No! Master, please!"
Without hesitation, Neon activated her ultimate move.
She leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on Rimo's cheek.
"Mua!"
Rimo paused.
Pretended to think.
"…Fine," he said slowly.
"Tomorrow's share stays."
Neon's eyes lit up instantly.
"But
"Five extra training sets today."
Her smile froze.
"…That's still okay!" she said quickly, recovering just as fast.
"Deal!"
"Hurry up and go train."
"Yes, sir!"
Neon ran off toward the training ground, her mood visibly lifted.
Rimo watched her go, then shook his head slightly.
"…I'm starting to feel more like a parent than Light Nostrade himself."
Behind him, Adam remained silent.
Observing.
Analyzing.
He noted Neon's attitude, her lack of fear, and Rimo's tolerance.
This relationship
Was unusual.
After Neon disappeared into the distance, Rimo turned back.
"Go to Wright Nosra."
Adam straightened.
"Tell him I sent you. Stay in the organization for now."
"…And watch him."
Adam understood instantly.
Surveillance.
Information control.
"Yes, Lord Rimo."
He vanished into Zetsu, suppressing his presence as he left.
Rimo lay back on a reclining chair nearby.
With a casual gesture
A cup of milk tea materialized in his hand.
He took a sip, eyes drifting toward the training field where Neon had already begun her exercises under supervision.
For now
Everything was under control.
As for what Francis Evans had mentioned
The so-called revenge fund.
And the assassin family.
Rimo wasn't particularly concerned.
The Zoldyck Family was indeed dangerous.
But at this point in time
Even figures like Zeno Zoldyck or Silva Zoldyck might not be enough to truly threaten him head-on.
Only the older generation
Someone like Maha Zoldyck
Was uncertain.
But would a regional underworld revenge fund really be enough to mobilize someone of that level?
Unlikely.
Still
There was a problem Rimo himself hadn't fully realized.
His strength
Was unbalanced.
Overwhelming aura reserves.
High-output abilities.
But—
Weak fundamentals.
Techniques like Gyo, Ryu, and fine aura control were not fully refined.
Even his use of En, though powerful in range, lacked the subtle precision of veteran Hunters.
More importantly
His [Unlimited Spell] was not passive.
Unlike certain conceptual defenses, it required conscious activation.
Which meant
If an attack exceeded his reaction speed
It would connect.
And assassination
Was precisely the domain of the Zoldycks.
Far away
On another continent
In the neutral nation of Aguilas.
A financial hub comparable to a global banking center.
Inside an office building
A call was taking place.
"The death of Francis Evans has been confirmed?" a man in glasses asked calmly.
"It's confirmed," came the reply. "Even after hiring a professional Nen team, he still failed."
The man nodded.
"In that case, initiate the revenge fund protocol."
Meanwhile
On a distant hillside
A blond-haired observer lowered his binoculars.
"…Alright, time to make the call."
He dialed a number.
After a few rings
A deep voice answered.
"This is Silva Zoldyck."
The blond man grinned slightly.
"Hello, Mr. Silva. We'd like to place a commission."
Silence.
Then
"Send the target information. I'll evaluate the price."
Click.
The call ended.
The blond man stared at his phone.
"…Still as impatient as ever."
But his smile widened.
Because he knew
Once the Zoldycks accepted
Someone was going to die.
And this time
The target
Was no longer just a gang leader.
But something far more dangerous.
A monster
Who had yet to realize his own weakness.
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