Hunter x Hunter: Infinite Growth.

"That's good, I'll send you the information in a bit."

Thanks, see you later.

"it is good."

After the call ended, Kevin put his phone away.

Although he hadn't received the email yet, based on the brief conversation just now, he was basically certain that the so-called Ten Elders or gangsters were nothing to mention in front of the Hunter Association.

Yun Gu is a member of the Heart Source School and has been influenced by Bisky for a long time, so he certainly knows and understands much more than ordinary members of the Hunter Association.

The email arrived on my phone very quickly.

The email contained detailed information about Saroo and his family, similar to what Kevin had previously learned, but more comprehensive, even including the extent to which Saroo was valued within the family—which was, to put it mildly, insignificant.

Although the Tdorka family holds one of the ten elders' seats, the family has many members, with as many as twenty descendants capable of establishing their own gangs.

These gangs are mostly affiliated with the Terdorka family. Saroo Terdorka is only the sixth son of the family and is not highly regarded.

The email even mentioned the Nen user team directly under the Ten Elders—the [Shadow Beasts].

This means that even if Kevin wreaks havoc on the gang, he will only face retaliation from this Nen team.

"They even have information on some members' Nen abilities. That's amazing." Kevin was surprised that Cloud Valley provided such comprehensive information.

Looking at this information, Kevin made a judgment.

Even if he finds Saroo's place now and kills him, it won't bring too much retaliation.

Such losses are not enough to warrant the deployment of the [Shadow Beast], and are simply not worthwhile.

In Kevin's opinion, these Nen members of the [Shadow Beasts] should be quite strong, judging from their stats on paper.

Of course, this is just a theoretical analysis; true strength can only be known in face-to-face combat.

In any case, this information gave Kevin a better understanding of the situation.

"In other words, at most he'll spend some money to hire some people to invite me back."

Judging from his financial situation... he can't afford a very high price. "Tch, I thought I'd messed with some big shot."

After figuring this out, Kevin couldn't help but complain.

He had been intimidated when Bruto mentioned the ten most powerful families that controlled the world's mafia, and he thought he had messed with something incredible.

This is clearly taking advantage of his lack of understanding of the world.

However, we still need to be vigilant.

The email includes a section for checking intelligence; you can check there to see who will accept the mission and "invite" you.

"What a disappointment." Kevin had been looking forward to having a good time exploring this big city.

……

Inside the ward, Wright lay on a medical bed in a private room. He had only broken a few bones and had not suffered any fatal injuries.

At this point, they had booked most of the hospital, and the people lying there were all gang members who had been knocked away one by one by Kevin.

Even his boss, Pluto, didn't say much this time, only lamenting that they had really bitten off more than they could chew.

As for what Pluto reported to his superiors, Wright had no right to know.

At this moment, he lay in his hospital bed, his thoughts already far removed from the events at the hotel.

He stared blankly at the paper in his hand, on which was the prophetic poem his daughter had written for him the night before.

He never imagined that this would happen.

Is this a coincidence? No wonder he would think that way; it's hard to believe that he would make such a prediction.

His daughter is just an ordinary person, except for her good looks. How could she suddenly awaken such a superpower?

But after carefully comparing the experiences of the past few days with the prophetic poems on the paper, I found that they all corresponded perfectly.

He couldn't help but recall the rumors he'd heard when he was in the underworld—legends about superpowered individuals, strongmen, superhumans, and masters.

These kinds of legends have always existed, and we hear them from time to time.

He recalled the scene inside the hotel; in just a moment, so many of their elite gangsters, armed with firearms, were utterly powerless to fight back.

And there's that chilling malice, like encountering a natural enemy.

"Dad!" The voice from the doorway woke him from his reverie.

Chapter Sixty-Three: The Slave of Money X Choice

At the entrance to the ward.

It was Neon who rushed over upon hearing the news. When she saw her father lying in the hospital bed, she immediately broke free from the bodyguard's hand, ran to the bedside, and threw herself beside her father, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

Looking at his daughter, Wright's thoughts were somewhat unsettled, but he still reached out and gently rubbed her head.

"It's okay, baby. Daddy is just sick this time. He'll get better after resting for a while."

"really?"

"Of course it's true, why would Daddy lie to you?"

“Liar, Daddy always lies!” Neo said, her brows furrowed and her face full of dissatisfaction.

Wright didn't argue, he just smiled and gently patted her head.

After a moment's thought, he asked, "Nion, why did you suddenly decide to have your fortune told?"

"Hmm?" Neon was a little puzzled, but after thinking about it seriously, she replied, "I saw a fortune-telling program on TV, and I thought it was very interesting, so I wanted to try it myself."

Is it really that simple? Wright found it hard to understand.

Even now, he cannot make up his mind to judge whether this prophetic poem can truly predict the future.

Moreover, he understood that even if the prophecy existed, the future could still change, and he had thought of that at the time.

If...if this prophecy is true...

A bright smile unconsciously appeared on Wright's face.

"Dad, what are you laughing at? It's scary."

Hearing her daughter's words, Wright tried to suppress her smile, but she couldn't control it and could only try to soften her expression.

He looked at Neo and said, "Sweetie, could you do another divination for Daddy? Maybe seeing your divination will put Daddy at ease."

Unexpectedly, as soon as she said this, Neon crossed her arms, looked serious, and frowned.

"No, Dad. Divination is meant to make people live happier and more motivated lives, not to become obsessed with it."

"Otherwise, you'll become a coward who only knows how to do divination. I've already done a divination for you this month, let's see again next month."

Wright was surprised to be rejected by his daughter. However, he was not angry, nor did he force his daughter to do a fortune telling for him.

Instead, he calmed down, unfolded the paper in his hand again, and looked at the prophetic poem on it.

So that's how it is. Was the prediction about actions within a month?

Only special events are marked and then recorded as prophetic poems.

He couldn't draw any definitive conclusions and could only speculate based on what he had experienced.

Is this really possible? He still couldn't quite believe that his daughter actually possessed the ability to divine, as magical as magic.

Looking at the prophetic poem, only the last verse seems to have yet to come to pass.

But since the preceding events have changed because of his choices, will the following events still occur? He had no answer.

The beast of money asks you: the time for a choice has come. Will you drift with the current into unchanging decay, or break free of your shackles and gaze upon the distant blue sky?

In other words, a major decision will be made soon, and it will be closely related to one's future?

He had begun to believe that the prophecy was true, so he had to concentrate intently on thinking about the meaning of the prophetic poem.

Does "slaves to money" refer to thugs, or to those who would risk their lives for money?

Going with the flow might mean living life as usual, but that would only lead to a continued descent into a monotonous and decadent existence.

Based on his previous experiences, Wright had a vague feeling that the so-called depravity and decay might refer to the shady dealings of the mafia.

As the head of a small gang, he had naturally been involved in many such activities, such as collecting protection money and running illegal nighttime businesses.

This means that if he doesn't change anything, he will continue down the path of gangsters without any change.

But if certain actions are taken, it may be possible to break free from the so-called "shackles".

He probably already understood what the "shackles" meant here; the metaphor was quite apt.

Being a member of a gang isn't something you can just leave whenever you want.

Past experiences, identity information, and records left by the state all limit gang members' ability to walk the path of justice. For gang members, this is indeed like a heavy shackle.

However, he didn't really care whether or not he wanted to break free from his shackles.

He was after status, power, and money. It took him most of his life to climb to his current position as a gang leader.

But if his daughter really does possess the ability to predict the future, then he might have a chance to rise to a higher level.