Hunter x Hunter: Infinite Growth.

"Forget it, who cares? Can I change the world? Just protect yourself and stick to your principles."

As the broadcast began, the airship slowly took off.

Before long, it was dawn.

Since he boarded the plane late at night, Kevin didn't sleep all night and had breakfast at the airship's restaurant.

While eating, I looked out at the scenery through the transparent glass window next to me.

To be honest, there wasn't much to see. It was all white, and the ground was barely visible due to the altitude.

He casually picked up a magazine from the dining table and started reading.

He looked very relaxed and at ease.

But his attention was not actually on what was in front of him at all.

"That guy kept staring at me? Why? Am I being followed?"

With a question flashing through his mind, Kevin finished eating and returned to his room.

"He didn't follow us; he stayed in the restaurant by himself... Coincidence? Hmm, let's remain vigilant."

Chapter Fifty-Nine: Gangsters X Prophecy Poem

Youkexin.

Emerald Splendor Hotel.

Inside a luxurious private room on the 36th floor.

A man in his prime was intently looking at a report in his hand, with a cell phone beside him, ready to answer a call at any moment.

Outside the room, there were gangster bodyguards dressed in black suits and sunglasses. Inside the room, several gang members sat together, occasionally talking in hushed tones.

"Boss, weren't we supposed to be going back in the next few days? Why are we still here?" a gang member asked.

Another member next to him nodded in agreement: "That's right, the auction has been over for so long, how much longer are the Liz family going to talk?"

Hearing this, the burly man looked up, frowned, and reminded him, "Shut up, we just need to follow along. Those big shots are not people we can mess with. We're just peripheral figures responsible for handling miscellaneous tasks."

Although the Nosra family controls the underground gang forces in a small city, they are nothing more than small fry who can be easily crushed in the face of a truly powerful gang.

In this place where important figures are everywhere, they can only do odd jobs.

Hearing their leader say that, the members who had spoken could only purse their lips and refocus their attention on the entertainment in front of them.

Just then, shouts came from the inner room.

"Daddy, come here quickly, Daddy!"

"Boss, the young lady is calling you," a gang member standing at the door reminded him with a smile.

Wright stood up and smiled helplessly: "I should have known better than to bring her."

"It's rare for Miss to come out and have fun, it's alright," the younger brother who had spoken earlier replied with a smile.

Wright doted on his daughter, especially after his wife's death.

He had important matters to discuss at this auction and would need to stay for quite some time. Unable to resist his daughter's repeated requests, he had no choice but to bring her along.

Wright composed himself, noticing his slightly tired expression, and went into the room.

The TV in the room seemed to be playing some late-night entertainment channel, and the daughter was lying on the table, scribbling and drawing something.

"Dad, come here quickly!" His daughter waved and called to him with a smile.

Wright smiled indulgently, walked over and gently patted his daughter's head: "So, Neon, what's the matter so late? And you should go to sleep too."

"Right away, right away!" Neon waved her hand and said eagerly.

She pulled her father to sit down across the table.

"Dad, tell me your birthday, be specific, and your blood type too. I'll do a fortune telling for you, I just learned it!" Neo smiled brightly, like a child showing off a new toy.

Wright smiled helplessly; he never refused this kind of heartwarming and fun parent-child interaction.

He sat down obediently across the table, looked at his daughter, and said, "So, my lovely little fortune teller, what do you want to predict for your father?"

"Predict the future, predict what the future holds this month? Tell me quickly, it's your birthday."

“Okay, okay,” Wright replied with a smile.

This is just a fun little game; there's no need to spoil my daughter's fun.

As Wright announced his birthday and blood type, his daughter picked up a pen and suddenly became somewhat dazed, stiffly raising her hand to begin writing on the paper.

This scene made Wright frown slightly, but seeing that his daughter was indeed writing seriously, he didn't pay any more attention to it.

After finishing writing, the strange state I had just experienced seemed to be just an illusion.

"Quick, quick, I've already written it down, a prophecy of the future!" With that, Neon handed over the paper.

Wright smiled and said, "Why don't you read it to your dad?" This would further enhance parent-child interaction.

To everyone's surprise, Neon shook her head very seriously: "No, a fortune teller cannot see his own prophecies, otherwise they won't come true."

“Okay.” Wright didn’t press the matter and took the paper to read it.

I must say, it's actually quite well-written.

It was written on the paper:

When the bells toll on the seventh night, the black envelope will fall into your palm. Follow the inescapable jackal eastward, silently follow, and take your claws with you.

The newly born beast despises carrion and chains, and you are among those despised. If you speak with poison hidden in your mouth, its claws will strike you.

Fragile lives will be saved, but profound pain is inevitable. Gilded lies are the staircases that crumble, only the truth can build the tower of life.

The beast of money is asking you a question: the time for choice has come. Will you spit out the message and succumb to unchanging decay, or will you break free of your shackles and gaze upon the distant blue sky?

This mystical prophetic poem really gives the impression of foretelling the future.

Wright read it carefully. After all, it was his daughter's work, and it was truly remarkable that she could write such content in such a short time.

Wright smiled, folded the paper neatly, and put it in his pocket; after all, it was a gift from his daughter.

He gently patted Neo's head and glanced at his watch: "It's almost midnight, time to sleep."

Neon didn't object; she did look quite tired and nodded, "Okay, I'll go to sleep now. When are we going home?"

Having stayed here for several months, Neon was getting a little tired of it and started to miss her home.

"It'll be soon, it should be ready this month."

Wright said this, but he couldn't really give a definite answer, after all, he was just a small fry who came with the big family.

Wright closed the door and returned to the sofa.

"It's so late, you should all go back to your rooms and rest. You have things to do tomorrow."

Upon hearing their boss's order, the other gang members nodded, got up, opened the door, and went to rest in the next room.

Only one or two members remained with guns to guard the area and protect the boss's safety at all times.

Although Wright was just a small fry in the big family above, he was still a high and mighty leader in front of these underlings.

He rubbed his head, just as he was about to rest, when his phone on the table suddenly rang.

Wright hurried over, picked up his phone, and quickly answered after seeing the caller ID.

"Yes, I'll be ready."

After hanging up the phone, Wright glanced at the time; it was exactly twelve o'clock.

I thought it was a call informing me that I was about to leave, but I didn't expect there to be a small task at the end.

He was told by phone to bring two of his men and go with the big family to run some business tomorrow.

Bringing only two people is probably just to let him go and make a good impression, or to give him a chance to practice.

Having experienced this many times, Wright didn't pay much attention to it.

Anyway, the one in charge is the boss above.

It's so late, we really should rest.

By the way, is today Sunday?

This thought inexplicably popped into his mind.

Chapter Sixty: Uninvited Guest X With ill intentions

Tiangong Airport.

Kevin disembarked from the airship with his simple luggage.

I hailed a taxi and headed towards the hotel I had booked in advance.

On the airship, Kevin noticed that someone seemed to be watching him.

However, after getting off the airship, that guy didn't continue to observe, so it's very likely that someone else has taken over.

The person who had been watching him didn't reveal too many flaws, but whenever Kevin appeared in the airship's public area, that gaze would intentionally or unintentionally fall on him, as if observing something.