Hunter x Hunter: Infinite Growth

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

As for what Bruno 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 hotel incident.

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

He never imagined such a situation would arise.

Is this a coincidence? No wonder he thinks that way; it's hard to believe such a prophecy.

His daughter is just an ordinary person, except for being beautiful. 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, they actually corresponded one by one.

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

These kinds of legends have always existed, and you can 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.

There was also that chilling, menacing feeling, as if one had encountered a mortal enemy.

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

Chapter Sixty-Three: Slaves to Money X Choices

The entrance to the ward.

Upon hearing the news, Neon rushed over and saw her father lying in the hospital bed. She immediately broke free from her 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!” Neon said, her brows furrowed and her face full of dissatisfaction.

Wright didn't refute, but just smiled and gently patted her head.

After a moment's thought, he asked, "Neon, 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 really couldn't understand it.

Even now, he still 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 this at the time.

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

Wright's face unconsciously broke into an extremely bright smile.

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

Hearing his daughter's words, Wright tried to suppress his smile, but he couldn't control it and could only try to calm his expression.

He looked at Neo and said, "Baby, 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 over her chest, her expression serious and her brows furrowed.

"No, Dad. Divination is meant to make people happier and more motivated to live, but we can't get addicted to 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 her to do a divination 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 prophecy 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 his own experiences.

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 part seems to have not yet happened.

But since the previous events had changed because of his choices, would the following events also happen? He had no answer.

The beast of money asks you a question: it's time to choose. Go with the flow and sink into unchanging decay, or break free of your shackles and look towards the distant blue sky.

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

He had begun to believe the prophecy was true, so he had to concentrate intently on 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 as usual, but that would only lead to a continued descent into a monotonous and decadent state.

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

As the head of a small gang, he was naturally involved in many such things, 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" here meant; the metaphor was quite apt.

Being a member of a gang isn't something you can just walk away from.

Past experiences, identity information, and national records all limit gang members from walking 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 reach even greater heights.

Perhaps... perhaps the position of the Ten Elders is not so far out of reach.

However, the poem mentions "a more distant blue sky".

What he longed for wasn't the real blue sky, but the unknown represented by the word "further." Could this be a rare opportunity?

The main reason was that Kevin had left too deep an impression on him. So many of his armed men were so vulnerable and powerless in front of Kevin.

The Ten Elders' family wanted to recruit Kevin, but he didn't care at all, as if the Ten Elders were insignificant in his eyes.

Clearly, he didn't know that Salo and the Ten Elders were not the same person; his status was too low, and he didn't know much about them.

Wright couldn't help but wonder, even if he climbed to that high position, what could he do in front of that young man?

For a moment, Wright was in a state of great inner turmoil and confusion.

He had a gut feeling that this might be an opportunity, a keen intuition he had developed over many years of working in the underworld and becoming a gang leader.

However, there is currently too much and too much information, making it impossible for him to sort out his thoughts.

It's okay, there's still time, there's still time to think it over...

A certain hotel.

"He refused?"

"Hmph, they really don't know what's good for them."

"Do as we agreed before, hire those people, and bring him back to me by force." Salo angrily hung up the phone, rubbing his temples in frustration.

It's just that I won a few matches above the 200th floor of the Sky Arena. What's so great about that?

This time, he hired people who had performed well in the arena. With several of them attacking together, he didn't believe Kevin could escape easily.

He felt he had been kind enough. Kevin had plenty of money and resources, and he had never interfered or restricted him.

Such a relaxed approach to cooperation has yielded such a result; how could he not be furious?

Hmph, just wait and see. If Kevin is brought back this time, he won't be able to leave so easily again.

He will not be as kind as before.

……

Kevin stayed at Youkexin for a few days.

He has collected a lot of interesting materials in the past few days. Some of them he just finds novel and fun, but two or three of them have aroused his desire.

But that's enough, and it's a pleasant surprise.

"It's about time to set off."

Calculating the time, there are only a dozen days left until the agreed date, and it will take several more days to get there by airship.

Kevin always arrives early, which allows him to be more composed and calm when facing various situations.

After buying the ticket, he waited quietly for departure.

On the other side.

Inside the ward.

A fracture is not so easy to heal, and Wright was still lying in the hospital bed, looking even more haggard than a few days ago.

He has been thinking about that question repeatedly these days.

"Dong dong!"

There was a knock at the door, and before he could respond, the door was pushed open.

Several strange-looking guys, exuding a sinister aura, walked in.

Looking at these people and feeling their undisguised malice, Wright frowned deeply.

He knew in his heart that he couldn't afford to offend these people.

"You're Wright? We have some questions for you," the leader said coldly.

Chapter Sixty-Four: Kindness X Slave

Inside a hospital ward.

The gangsters responsible for protecting Wright at the door and in the ward quietly placed their hands on the guns at their waists.

The guys lying in front of them exuded an unbearable malice.

However, these gangsters are all elites, and even in such a hostile environment, they still maintain a certain level of resistance.

But they were now indeed at their limit, and beads of sweat were sliding down their foreheads.

The strange-looking guys paid no attention to this; their eyes remained fixed on Wright.

"I'm Wright, what do you want?"

At this moment, Wright had already adjusted his mindset, because the prophetic poem on the paper earlier was echoing in his mind.

It can only be said that he is worthy of being a leader; he was able to remain calm in the face of such malice.

"Slaves to money"?

This must be the group of people in front of him, Wright thought.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to cause you any trouble. I just have some questions I'd like to ask you."

The leader was a thin man with bandages wrapped around his neck and chin. When he spoke, his throat sounded as if it had been burned, and his voice was unusually hoarse.

“We are here on orders from above, and your boss has spoken with us.”

Another man standing nearby, wearing a hood and hiding his face in the shadows, added with a smile.

At that moment, a gang member at the door nodded to Wright, seemingly as if to corroborate what he had said.

He was Bruce's subordinate.

"Okay, if I knew."

Wright nodded, his expression turning serious.