To forcibly awaken the burly man's Nen, then kill him, to verify if this could lead to a rapid level-up.
This was why Moro had deliberately left one person alive.
As for forcibly awakening Nen, Moro had never tried it, and probably couldn't do it with a peaceful mindset to burst open the burly man's Nen nodes.
Thus, under the influence of a certain degree of malice, the burly man would likely endure dual torment, both mental and physical, during the forced Nen awakening process.
But why would Moro care about the burly man's human rights?
He immediately stuffed a towel into the burly man's mouth, then reached out to channel his Nen, pouring it into the burly man's body.
In an instant, the almost violent Nen surged wildly within the burly man.
While violently forcing open his Nen nodes, it also brought the burly man extreme pain.
"Mmph... mmph...!"
The burly man's face twisted, his body arching and writhing like a shrimp.
Moro watched expressionlessly.
Once the burly man displayed the maximum possible aura output, he reached out and twisted his neck.
The room immediately fell silent.
Moro stood up, checking the level displayed on the back of his hand first thing.
In fact, he didn't even need to look.
The moment he killed the burly man, Moro's aura output level showed no change whatsoever.
"It seems it doesn't work."
With no increase in level, Moro sighed lightly, but wasn't overly disappointed.
If he could level up quickly using this method, he probably wouldn't get much feedback.
This was simply a very realistic outcome.
Moro lowered his hand, his eyes thoughtful.
Killing a target whose Nen has been awakened does not meet the conditions for leveling up.
In other words, targets that can satisfy the leveling-up condition must be Nen users with a "comparable power level"?
Or perhaps Nen users who have already developed abilities?
If that's the case—
Would killing powerful Nen users result in many level-ups at once?
However, conversely, the further he progresses, the more stringent the leveling-up conditions would likely become.
"When the time is right, I'll make a trip to Heaven's Arena."
Moro gathered his thoughts and glanced at the two corpses in the room.
He had considered that the Shinra transaction would attract the covetous eyes of some "hounds."
But he hadn't expected them to come so quickly, and so brazenly.
Now that he thought about it carefully...
Before his rebirth, his ability to quickly claim a piece of the pie in Yorknew City was largely due to Morena's backing.
Now that he had ventured into Yorknew City alone, in the eyes of some "hounds," he was naturally a piece of meat that could be easily chewed off.
Moro put away his pistol, then twisted off the limbs of the two corpses with his bare hands, creating as gruesome a scene as possible.
After doing this, Moro dialed a number, spending some money to call in two "cleaners."
This was also another unique feature of Yorknew City.
As long as you could afford the price, you could hire people to dispose of corpses.
Moro paid the money, then left the room directly with Shinra, leaving the two cleaners to tidy up the scene.
It was foreseeable that once the cleaners took away the two corpses, they would also leak this outcome.
And the gruesome state of the two corpses would invisibly increase the deterrent effect.
This was what Moro wanted to see; at the very least, it could curb the intentions of some petty individuals and save him some trouble.
However, the actions of those two burly men, rushing straight to his door, intensified Moro's desire to quickly sell Shinra.
After all, it was a profit margin of over a billion...
Enough to blind a bunch of overconfident fools.
Moro didn't want to deal with such matters every day; it would interfere with his training during his free time.
Night fell.
The prosperous side of Yorknew City was on full display.
Skyscrapers stood tall, their lights intertwined like dragons.
The streets were bustling with traffic, resembling a Milky Way pouring down.
Moro avoided the lights, stepping into the shadows, navigating through intricate alleys.
The gangs within Yorknew City were different from the norm; whether it was crime or numerous gray industries, they were all openly displayed.
They wore suits and ties, unafraid of the spotlight falling upon them.
This city was the absolute home ground for the gangs.
But there were also some who preferred to conduct transactions in the underground darkness.
Moro, of course, couldn't just throw Shinra into major auction houses, so he found a broker specializing in underground dealings.
"1.25 billion, no problem... I can find you a client and ensure no complications, but I'll take a 15% commission."
In an underground room, the pipe-smoking broker laid out his terms, then removed the pipe, tapping it lightly on the table, his eyes fixed on Moro's reaction.
The Shinra artifact was linked to a wealthy and influential collector.
About a month ago, the wealthy collector was found dead in his home, and not a single one of the top security personnel he hired survived.
And none of the precious artifacts the tycoon had amassed during his lifetime were left behind.
This was a typical home invasion, robbery, and murder case, and the renowned blade Shinra was one of the tycoon's possessions.
Yet, for some unknown reason, it had recently ended up in Yorknew City.
Even more surprisingly, the person who sold it was just an unknown small-time thief, and the buyer was an outsider, a young boy.
Even though the broker had personally verified this information, he still felt a touch of absurdity.
But it didn't matter; a business opportunity handed to him, he was bound to take a bite out of it.
Moro readily agreed to the broker's terms:
"Okay, but I have one condition."
"Oh?"
The broker raised an eyebrow, surprised by Moro's directness, and asked, "Tell me."
"Advance me 800 million."
Moro looked directly into the broker's eyes.
The broker heard this and laughed, thinking Moro was being too presumptuous.
But he soon stopped laughing.
Moro continued:
"On this premise, no matter what price you negotiate, I only want 200 million for the final payment."
"..."
The broker's smile faded, his expression growing somewhat solemn.
Meeting Moro's calm and steady gaze, he slowly said,
"Using 20 million to earn a billion with reduced risk – you're making a huge profit."
"Your information is quite well-informed."
Hearing the broker mention 20 million, Moro was unfazed and pressed,
"So, what's your answer?"
"I'm a businessman; why would I refuse more profit?"
The broker narrowed his eyes.
If he hadn't known that Moro wasn't as harmless as he appeared, he definitely wouldn't have agreed to such terms.
After all, as a broker, he had a lot of room for maneuvering between buyers and sellers.
But this was also good; he was confident he could sell Shinra for a higher price, and the extra difference would all be his profit from this deal.
Soon, the transaction was complete.
Moro received 800 million on the spot.
As for the 200 million final payment discussed earlier, he actually had no intention of collecting it.
The broker had handled too many shady deals, so he naturally saw through Moro's intention and agreed so readily.
"By the way, if I may be so bold, where do you get your information from?"
As he left, Moro was somewhat curious about the broker's information channels.
The broker smiled, handed Moro a business card directly, and said,
"I've heard that as long as you have a Hunter License, you can buy any information on the Hunter website. Licenses, of course, we don't have, but we still have pretty good intelligence channels."
"Thanks."
Moro took the business card and turned to leave.
The broker didn't watch Moro's retreating figure. Instead, he fondly stroked Shinra, a glint in his eyes.
From this single deal, he would make at least 600 million.
As for the risk of selling it...
If he didn't have the ability, he wouldn't have taken on this business.
A week later.
The broker, accompanied by a group of his subordinates, met with the client willing to buy Shinra for 1.5 billion.
The other party was a man with half of his face scarred by burns.
Before the broker and his men arrived, several briefcases were already placed on the table.
The broker glanced at the briefcases, naturally assuming they contained money.
He raised a hand, and a subordinate walked over, handing Shinra to the man.
The man took Shinra, his brow furrowing slightly.
The Nen aura on the blade...
It was gone.
Across the table.
The broker opened a briefcase, looked down, and found it empty.
"Huh?"
In an instant, the broker's expression changed, and he unhesitatingly drew his pistol.
Thump—
Suddenly, a sharp blade pierced through the broker's chest.
"Ugh..."
The broker's body jolted.
He stared wide-eyed at the blood-stained blade protruding from his chest, then struggled to turn his head, wanting to see where the blade had come from.
And then he saw an incomprehensibly bizarre scene.
From the shadow behind him—
A person wrapped in a turban and mask emerged.
Terrifyingly, only the upper half of the person was visible, while the rest of their body seemed to merge with the shadow.
The katana that had pierced his chest was held in that person's hand.
This attire...
The broker thought of something, and then his consciousness was swallowed by darkness.
(End of chapter)
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