Ronin honestly couldn't understand it.
Raymond clearly held an extremely high position in the mafia—he even had Nen users under him.
So why didn't he ever bother learning about Nen and trying to master it himself?
If he had even tried, then at the very least, he wouldn't have died today without even knowing what had shot him!
Ronin formed a cross-shaped seal. A shadow clone appeared, and under Transformation Jutsu it immediately took on Raymond's appearance.
It walked over, took the gun from Raymond's corpse at his waist, and casually put a round into Mole's head—Mole was still twitching under the Sharingan illusion—ending it cleanly.
Then the clone took a comm device from the main body, put it on its ear, and walked toward the door.
At that moment, the gunshots inside had already alerted the mafia guards outside, and they burst the door open.
A stream of armed mafia men stormed into the room.
What they saw was only a charred corpse on the floor and Mole's body with a blown-open skull.
The charred corpse was Raymond's.
Before the mafia broke in, Ronin's main body had used Great Fireball Jutsu to scorch Raymond's body.
So now, "Raymond" on the floor was the assassin who had killed Mole.
"Take the body out," the shadow clone ordered coldly, then went to the bar and poured himself a glass of cola.
Meanwhile, Ronin's real body had already moved outside and flown up toward the hotel rooftop.
Kurapika and Neon were waiting there.
Kurapika still wore a comm device so he could keep contact with the shadow clone below at all times.
"My puppet control requires closer range. Using a shadow clone plus Transformation is more convenient," Ronin told Kurapika, giving him an OK gesture. "The only downside is the time limit. But as long as we get you and the main body inside smoothly, everything after that will be easy."
Not long after, Ronin brought Kurapika and Neon into Room 1801.
Raymond's status in the mafia was so high that his orders were law—no one dared defy him.
Using Raymond's identity, plus Ronin's and Kurapika's strength, controlling the mafia wasn't difficult—just time-consuming.
And all of that didn't need Ronin's attention at all. He could hand it entirely to Kurapika.
"I'll need some professionals to assist," Kurapika said, pulling out a business card.
Ronin recognized the name immediately:
Milia, his gold-level agent.
During these months of training, Ronin had also returned to Heavens Arena once.
After all, on the 200th floor, there was a 90-day match declaration window. If you exceeded the window without fighting, you lost eligibility.
Ronin had snuck back and cleared his match in two days.
With a pace that fast, there was no large-scale promotion—and no chance for the Troupe to corner him at Heavens Arena.
Ronin also had an agreement with Milia: if he ever truly managed to control a mafia ruled by the Ten Dons, Milia could provide technical support.
She held enormous influence in Heavens Arena and had extensive networks.
Helping Kurapika gain control over a mafia organization wouldn't be hard for her.
Ronin acted like a hands-off boss, sitting on the sofa with Neon and playing video games.
It was already 5:30 p.m. His training time for the day was over—this was relaxation time.
"By the way," Ronin said while playing, "there's another underground auction tomorrow night, right? And the auction catalog still includes a pair of Scarlet Eyes. What's your plan?"
"Move them in advance," Kurapika said calmly. "And I'll need you to take Owl with you."
"I helped too!" Neon bragged.
After Kurapika replaced Raymond, the first thing he did was pull records on the mafia members attending tomorrow's auction and give that list to Neon.
Neon divined them.
Every prophecy pointed to the same outcome: if they attended tomorrow's auction, they would die.
So Kurapika, using Raymond's identity, contacted the Ten Dons and demanded that tomorrow's lots be relocated.
"Now?" Ronin tossed the controller aside and stood up.
"Yeah." Kurapika nodded. "Let's bring back both pairs of Scarlet Eyes in one go."
A Ten Don's authority was very useful. For only two pairs of Scarlet Eyes, Kurapika had the right to simply take them.
No need to let them go to auction at all.
"Alright. I'll go now." Ronin walked to the window.
"Be careful. The Troupe might scout the place in advance," Kurapika warned. "After all, the underground auction was robbed last night. And this time don't fly over—I arranged a car. Go with the mafia personnel."
Ronin immediately understood the idea.
Owl's ability hadn't been exposed.
As long as Ronin disguised himself and entered the building normally, even if the Troupe had scouts watching, they wouldn't know the goods had already been moved.
Tomorrow's auction would still be held at Cemetery Building.
It was basically the Ten Dons throwing down a challenge to the Phantom Troupe: if you've got the guts, come rob it again tomorrow night.
But no one knew that the real thief who took that batch of goods wasn't the Phantom Troupe at all—
It was Ronin.
Ronin took the elevator down to the underground parking garage.
Cars were already prepared, and mafia men had been waiting.
The car drove smoothly into Cemetery Building's parking lot.
Ronin transformed into Owl's appearance for disguise and swaggered straight into the vault where the treasures had been re-stored.
Owl was released.
One huge bundle cloth easily wrapped up everything in the vault—except the two pairs of Scarlet Eyes.
Ronin stuffed the small cloth bundle into his pocket, collected the two pairs of Scarlet Eyes, and then left.
The entire process happened so cleanly that even the guards watching the vault had no idea what had occurred.
All they knew was that a young man wearing round sunglasses and flip-flops had entered the vault once, and then the vault was sealed shut, with orders not to reopen it until the day of the auction.
Watching Cemetery Building was Shalnark, Kortopi, and Bonolenov.
Bonolenov had even disguised himself and entered Cemetery earlier, placing many promotional posters that Kortopi had copied throughout the building.
Those posters were essentially Kortopi's eyes, because at any time he could use them as points for his En, scanning the nearby area.
The posters were concentrated near the vault.
Yet when Ronin left, Kortopi outside still detected nothing unusual.
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