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[World coordinates locked...]

[Identity template generation... Memory infusion begins...]

Roya found himself in a windowless room, with the only exit being the door in front of him, through which light shone.

His body was bound by ropes, unable to move, and a piece of cloth with a musty smell was stuffed in his mouth.

Roya's muscles are engaged.

"Slap! Slap!"

The ropes binding his body snapped and broke into several pieces, falling to the ground.

Luo Ya pulled the cloth out of his mouth and tossed it aside.

"Pooh."

Luo Ya spat out the foreign object in his mouth and began to sort through the extra memories in his mind.

The location is Ford Caesars.

The name of an unfamiliar city.

Mobila, the city's underground ruler.

The name is also unfamiliar, but Mobila is a member of the "Ten Old Men," the highest-ranking members of the mafia.

The Ten Elders who control the underground order of the whole world.

"Hunter x Hunter World"

The "thoughts" of this world are of great use to him.

If we understand it using the concept of the One Piece world, it's like Armament Haki.

Once Roya masters Nen, he will have the means to rebel against Ronosya, and his escape plan can be put on the agenda.

Of course, that requires cultivating one's mind to a considerable degree.

But in any case, this shows that he has gained confidence.

"Let's deal with the immediate problem first."

Luo Ya stretched his neck, and his bones made a series of cracking sounds.

Just then, the door in front was opened from the outside.

Light streamed in, illuminating three figures standing in the doorway.

The bright light made Roya's eyes shrink.

"Damn it! How did he break free!" A bespectacled man in a suit shouted sharply as he pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Roya.

"Kid, don't try anything funny. Tell me where that brat is, and I'll make sure you die a quick death."

Roya's gaze fell on that person.

In the memory template, Roya's identity is that of an orphan who grew up in an orphanage controlled by Mobila.

These orphanages are designed to train low-level personnel for the family to use.

Of course, if one performs exceptionally well, there is also a chance to be adopted as a godson by a certain cadre and to be promoted.

But the top of the family will always belong only to Mobila's blood relatives.

Coincidentally, Roya had a friend at the orphanage who was adopted by Mobila.

As long as you follow the steps, you can become a small leader when you grow up.

Just a few days ago, that friend approached Roya, saying he had a way to escape the Mobila family and live a normal life, and needed Roya's help.

Luo Ya has little interest in living as an ordinary person.

But Luo Ya agreed to his friend's request.

As a result, the other party stole a huge sum of money from the Mobila family and then disappeared, while Roya became the scapegoat.

In the end, the friend ran off with the money, and Roya was arrested.

"I don't know anything," Roya said helplessly.

This background is really unlucky.

"Whoosh."

Before he finished speaking, Luo Ya's figure disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, Roya appeared to the side of the man with the gun, pressed down on the man's head with one hand, and slammed it down onto the concrete ground below.

"Bang!"

The ground cracked, and the man's glasses shattered on the ground.

The two gang members next to him had barely reacted when they reached for the guns at their waists.

Without pausing, Luo Ya grabbed the unconscious man in his hand, exerted force in his arm, and used the body as a weapon to sweep it out.

"Bang! Bang!"

The other two were knocked away by their companion's body, and the three of them rolled around in a heap.

"I want to explain something to you," Roya said to himself, shaking his hand.

"But people like you probably won't listen anyway."

Trying to reason with gangsters is always the most useless option.

However, this identity template.

"You little bastard, you really know how to play games." Luo Ya's lips twitched. His identity was fake, but his experience of being tied up as a pawn was real.

This score needs to be settled.

Luo Ya bent down and collected the pistols from the three men, holding two in his hands and tucking one behind his waist, before stepping out of the room.

Outside the door was a corridor, where seven or eight armed guards stood.

Everyone was stunned when they saw Roya walk out of the room.

"you…"

The leader had barely uttered a single word when Roya's arm was already raised.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

Roya fired repeatedly at the crowd in front of him.

Gunshots echoed through the enclosed corridor, making our ears ring.

The magazine was emptied instantly.

Blood splattered from the bodies of the people in front of them as they collapsed one after another.

"call."

Roya let out a breath. He had no firearms training, but at this distance and in this environment, a targeted shot was deadly enough.

Roya stepped over the corpses on the ground and walked forward.

Which crime is more serious, stealing or murder?

For the Mobila family, there was no difference.

Either way, it's a dead end.

Since that's the case, then there's nothing to worry about.

Luo Ya pushed open the door at the end of the corridor, revealing a spacious area outside.

A swimming pool, a lawn, a forest in the distance, and a building.

This is one of the Mobila family's villas.

Luo Ya's gaze swept across the pool and saw a woman lying on a beach chair, wearing sunglasses, seemingly sunbathing.

Luo Ya ignored him and turned to leave in another direction.

"Wait a moment."

A woman's voice came from inside.

Luo Ya stopped, threw the two empty guns in his hands on the ground, and pulled out a third gun from his waist, pointing it in the direction of the woman.

"I could have just pretended not to see you, so why are you calling me?"

The woman faced the gun without any tension. She took off her sunglasses and looked at Roya.

"It seems you were indeed framed."

Roya remained silent.

The woman sized up Roya and continued, "With your skills, my men wouldn't have been able to catch you, but they clearly used some inappropriate methods to make you lose patience."

From the woman's perspective, Roya came to explain, but was met with violent interrogation, which is why she resorted to violence.

"Your men?" Roya tilted his head.

"That's right, what Kubia took was my money," the woman said, revealing the traitor's name.

"Want to cooperate?" the woman asked.

Roya retorted, "I'll kill everyone inside you."

The woman's tone was disdainful: "A bunch of useless trash. If they die, they die. We can have as many as we want."

"What a cold-blooded woman," Roya said, still holding the gun.

The woman ignored Roya's comments and said directly, "My name is Vivia Mobila. State your conditions, and whatever you want, I can give it to you."

She winked at Roya: "Including me."

"You look like the kind of Black Widow who eats men. I don't want to be eaten," Roya mocked, then put his gun away.

However, Mobila.

Clearly, Kubia didn't take the leader's money; he took the money directly from the top members.

"But cooperation is open to discussion."

Having just arrived in this world, unfamiliar with everyone and everything, having someone from the underworld as a guide would save Roya a lot of trouble.

Vivia's face didn't show any anger at the mockery. She stood up from the beach chair, walked barefoot to Roya, and extended her hand.

"Then, it's a pleasure to cooperate with you."