That night.
High-end residential zones like Chencora Point were designed to be completely isolated from the chaos of the outside world. No noisy streets, no underworld disputes spilling over only controlled silence and carefully maintained order.
For people like Light Nostrade, this kind of environment was essential.
In fact, with the Nostrade Family's current power and rapid expansion, they should have already relocated to a fully secured private estate something closer in scale to the fortified compounds used by major mafia families in Yorknew City.
But there was one problem.
Rimo hadn't moved.
And because of that… Light Nostrade didn't dare to move either.
As long as Rimo remained in Villa No. 21, the "core" of the Nostrade Family remained here.
So, instead of relocating, Light Nostrade chose a safer alternative.
He bought out the surrounding villas.
One after another.
At prices 10% above market value.
Naturally, the residents didn't resist.
Living next to the Nostrade Family might sound prestigious, but it also meant constant risk. One accidental offense, one misunderstanding and you could disappear overnight.
So when offered more than fair compensation, most people accepted immediately.
Within a few days, the entire vicinity around Villa No. 21 had been cleared.
Now, within dozens of meters…
There should have been no outsiders.
No strangers.
No threats.
But tonight
Something had gone wrong.
"Thud."
A dull sound.
The last outer guard collapsed silently.
No scream.
No struggle.
Just unconsciousness.
Two figures emerged from the darkness like shadows taking shape.
Standing before the gates of Villa No. 21 were:
Silva Zoldyck
and Illumi Zoldyck.
"Father. That was the last one."
Illumi's tone was flat, his expression empty, like a bottomless void.
The Zoldycks did not kill unnecessarily.
If there was no payment for killing extras…
They simply removed obstacles.
Silva gave a small nod.
"Good. From here on maintain Zetsu. Use Gyo only when necessary."
Illumi did not question him.
He immediately suppressed his aura completely.
This was Zetsu cutting off all aura leakage, erasing presence to near invisibility.
At the same time, he focused a thin layer of aura into his eyes
Gyo enhancing perception without exposing himself.
"Shh "
The two disappeared.
Not vanished
Moved.
At terrifying speed.
They crossed the villa grounds like living shadows.
This wasn't just speed.
This was assassination technique refined over generations.
The Zoldyck Family didn't have a named technique like "Dark Step" in canon but their movement was the result of extreme physical conditioning, precise Nen control, and decades of killing experience.
No sound.
No airflow.
No detectable aura.
Even trained guards patrolling the compound failed to notice anything.
To them, the night remained perfectly still.
Then
They stopped.
At the same time.
In front of a bedroom door.
Silva's eyes narrowed slightly.
Wooden frame. Brass fittings. No lock.
Simple.
Efficient.
He reached out.
Silently opened the door.
At that moment
His right hand changed.
Fingers stiffened.
Nails elongated into sharp, blade-like points one of the Zoldyck family's signature assassination traits, combining physical modification with aura reinforcement.
No aura leaked.
He remained in Zetsu.
Completely invisible to any basic Nen detection.
Then
He moved.
"Whoosh !"
In an instant, Silva crossed the entire room.
No wasted motion.
No hesitation.
His hand struck forward like a spear aimed at the heart.
On the bed
Rimo's eyes snapped open.
A chilling sensation exploded through his spine.
Every nerve screamed danger.
His instincts sharpened by Nen forced him awake before his mind could even process it.
And what he saw
A tall, muscular man.
Silver hair.
Hand already inches from piercing his chest.
"…Silva?!"
In that split second, everything connected.
This wasn't random.
This wasn't coincidence.
This was retaliation.
The Family Revenge Fund.
Far away, in the neutral financial hub resembling a Hunter world version of Switzerland
Aguilas.
The Antoine Family Trust Company had already completed its investigation.
Unlike ordinary underworld organizations, they specialized in long-term vengeance contracts.
Their most famous service:
Family Revenge Funds.
Once activated, they would:
Investigate the true culprit behind a family's destruction
Allocate the stored funds
Hire the best assassins in the world
And in the Hunter world
There was only one undisputed choice:
The Zoldyck Family.
Originally, the conflict pointed toward Light Nostrade.
But the deeper the investigation went…
The clearer the truth became.
Everything traced back to one person.
Rimo.
The rapid rise of the Nostrade Family
The sudden appearance of Nen users among their ranks
The strategic decisions that crushed the Fanobi/Evans faction
Even Bart's awakening of Nen something that should have required intense training was linked to Rimo.
And most importantly
After everything ended…
Rimo didn't leave.
He stayed.
At the center.
At Villa No. 21.
That alone was enough.
To the investigators, it was obvious:
He was the mastermind behind the curtain.
So the target changed.
Not Light Nostrade.
But Rimo.
And ironically
Rimo had completely misunderstood everything.
He believed the revenge fund would target Light Nostrade.
After all, from his perspective:
He didn't initiate the conflict
He didn't order the destruction
He simply benefited
At most…
He considered himself an accomplice.
But in the eyes of professionals
He was the core.
The true threat.
This misunderstanding led to a fatal mistake.
His vigilance dropped.
At first, he stayed awake at night.
Constantly expanding his En.
Monitoring everything.
But later…
He grew impatient.
"Why am I guarding for someone else?"
"If they're coming, they're coming for Light Nostrade."
"I'm not his bodyguard."
And besides
Even if Light died…
Adam could replace him.
So why bother?
From that moment
Rimo stopped taking it seriously.
He only activated En briefly before sleep.
Just out of curiosity.
Not caution.
And now
That negligence had caught up to him.
Silva's strike descended.
Silent.
Precise.
Deadly.
A perfect assassination.
Rimo's pupils shrank.
His brain hadn't fully caught up yet
But his body already knew:
This was the first real battle.
Against a true master.
Not a "weakling."
Not someone who collapsed in one move.
But
A top-tier assassin.
From the strongest family in the world.
For the first time since awakening Nen
Rimo was truly in danger
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