Nine Times Out Of Ten, Of Course I Win

"The Ten Mafia Dons… Are they dead?!" 

A bold idea that almost made him feel absurd and ridiculous now appeared in his mind. 

Kurapika did not think that the Ten Mafia Dons were anything great. If people were killed, they would still die. 

Especially in this world of strange and bizarre Nen abilities, being called the Mafia Dons did not exempt them from this possibility.

The current situation of the representative of the Ten Mafia Dons is obviously very strange.

Of course, the many mafia cadres and bosses who looked ferocious and had little brains didn't see it at all.

They didn't think that the Ten Mafia Dons would be killed.

They even though everything should be how it should be.

The leader of the Phantom Troupe was killed by their organization, which was in line with their underworld power.

The Ten Mafia Dons were the most powerful!!

A group of mafias thought that the sky was the Ten Mafia Dons, and they were the second, so it was natural.

Even the host was beaming while announcing there:

"I believe everyone has heard it!!"

He spread his hands and said loudly: "This time, the video transmission can let everyone see the true face of the Ten Mafia Dons."

"Everyone is welcome to participate in the underground auction!!!"

Just when the mafias on the scene were excited, Kurapika frowned and fell into deep thought.

In an unknown and very secluded room, a huge round table stood in the center of the room.

The area around the round table was just right for the seat of ten people.

It represented the ten most powerful people in charge of the underworld forces in the six continents.

That is the Ten Mafia Dons who stood at the top of the entire mafia world.

In theory, holding such power and standing in such a high position, not to mention their domineering momentum, their momentum should awe-inspiring or was completely different from others.

However, here now, it was dead silent.

Buzzing.

Even flies were flying around in this room.

You know, flies generally like rotten things.

So, there was a fly that circled half a circle in the air and finally landed on the face of the old man who was speaking on the big screen just now.

And kept crawling on it.

It even crawled on the eyeballs of the representative of the Ten Mafia Dons.

The latter was still indifferent and did not move at all.

Even his pupils didn't blink.

If you turn the camera, you will see.

On the back of his head, there are those familiar-looking spikes.

And it's not just him.

The heads of the other Ten Mafia Dons also received the same treatment.

"Bilibilibilibili."

In the empty room, only the sound of the phone ringing was heard.

At the same time, it also resounded on the top floor of the Cemetery Building.

"Beep."

In the smoke and dust-filled room, Silva waved his hand, one hand to disperse the smoke and dust, and the other hand took out the phone to answer the call: "Illumi?"

"Well, where is my employer?"

Beside the round table meeting of the Ten Mafia Dons, Illumi, who was wearing a red killer uniform, stood there and went straight to the point.

"Still here."

Silva replied calmly.

He saw his father, Zeno, and their target, Chrollo, throw the gravel and crawl out from the bottom at almost the same time.

Neither of them seemed to have suffered any injuries except for the gray-black dust, which made them look a little embarrassed.

"Ah, are you fighting?"

Illumi, who heard the noise on the other end of the phone, remained calm: "Great, please tell him…"

"I have already dealt with the Ten Mafia Dons."

Illumi said the most indifferent words that could cause the outside world to turn upside down.

"Please ask him to transfer the money to the designated account according to the original agreement." 

As he spoke, he did not forget to turn around and look at his younger brother, Kalluto, at the door and his grandfather's grandfather, Maha Zoldyck. 

Well, the whereabouts of Ten Mafia Dons have always been erratic, and no one knows it. 

Even their closest people may not know where they are. It was all thanks to Kalluto's Surveillance Paper Dolls that helped him find the target. He was able to complete the task in advance before his father and grandfather killed his employer. And he killed the Ten Mafia Dons first, which means…

"Ah..." 

On the roof of the Cemetery Building, Zeno Zoldyck stood up from the rubble and shook his head. "It was a really close call."

He also said this in a lucky way.

As if they were not the ones who had risked their lives and received the most dangerous and fatal attack.

"Aren't you going to kill me now?"

Chrollo, who was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, asked knowingly.

"The people who hired me and Silva were the Ten Mafia Dons."

Zeno said, as a matter of course: "Now that our employer is dead, you are no longer our target for assassination."

This is the business of the Zoldyck Family.

They take orders from clients and assassinate the target.

Although they are a family, they have their own trading partners, so they can be said to be serving their own masters.

Even if there is a situation where the client and the target place orders separately and assassinate each other.

Both parties will still carry out the assassination mission by risking their lives.

It is simply to see which party completes it first, and then the other party can only surrender.

Even if they know that there is a high possibility that they will not complete the order, they will do their best to complete the work based on their lives.

This is their work attitude and professional ethics.

"Really?"

Chrollo also patted the dust and stood up: "What a surprise, there will be no such opportunity to kill me in the future."

"Do you mistakenly think that me and Silva are also killers who enjoy killing people?"

Zeno felt it necessary to correct Chrollo's misunderstanding of them: "We are just doing business."

"We won't do anything that would cost us our lives for nothing."

If Chrollo wasn't a client of his grandson Illumi, Zeno would have wanted to give him his business card to expand his business.

But now he turned his back to Chrollo as if he no longer considered him a target for assassination.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Hmm?"

"If we have to fight…" 

Chrollo's eyes turned dark and deep: "Who will win between you and me?"

"Oh, is there any need to say that?"

Zeno smiled at a brat: "Nine times out of ten, of course I win."

"But if you are determined to kill me, that's another story."

Zeno usually said very conservative words, and he didn't forget to comment on Chrollo: "What a cocky kid."

He put his hands behind his back and followed Silva, who was silent and walked outside.

Chrollo watched the two of them walk out of the door that was smashed at the beginning, and then he relaxed a little.

"I'm so tired…"

He was about to lie down on the ground: "I did not steal anything…"

Suddenly, his movements stopped.

Everything that happened just now, like a quick review, was replayed in his mind again.

Then, his eyes suddenly raised and locked on the smashed door that Zeno and Silva walked out of.

When the two came in, they smashed the door very simply.

Chrollo didn't think about this action at first, always thinking that it was a preemptive move.

But combined with everything that happened earlier, he suddenly found that something seemed wrong.

"Blasting the door, the two of them would not do such a boring thing."

"With their character of not doing things for nothing, they would not do such a thing as destroying the door, and they would not even bother to care."

"And the reason why they did this, then there is only one…"

Chrollo's back slowly straightened up: "They think that doing so will be beneficial to their next battle, so they took this approach!!"

"Blasting the door is beneficial to them? No, it should be…"

Chrollo murmured: "Removing the condition of the sealed room is beneficial to them!!"

"They know that I have the Nen ability of Indoor Fish and its function!!"

"So first, use this method to eliminate this Nen ability of mine!!"

On the other side, in the corridor on the top floor of the Cemetery Building.

"You two, you have worked hard."

Lan looked at the two without any aggression or defense on his body…