Moreover, it was torn apart by the "Silent Fish," leaving a gruesomely tragic scene with no intact corpse. It was truly a pitiful end.

In summary, this group of assassins, without the involvement of the Zoldyck family, were nothing more than a few barely noticeable rats.

To be honest, Morin wasn't even interested in fighting them. The reason he came to this building was simply to clear away some unnecessary troubles.

Ignoring the many eyes on him, Morin approached Light Nostrade. Under Light's extremely fearful gaze, he nodded slightly:

"You look decent enough, no wonder your daughter is quite pretty too."

"Neon?! What are you planning to do to my daughter?!"

Hearing Morin mention his daughter, Light Nostrade could no longer hold back and exclaimed in agitation.

On the surface, Light Nostrade seemed kind and gentle, but no one knew what he truly thought inside.

He valued power, had great ambition, yet was easily compromised and often appeared indecisive.

In crucial moments, he often revealed a petty mindset!

This was a common flaw among many who suddenly rose to prominence or wealth without adjusting their mentality.

It must be said, as the short and stout man pointed out, Light Nostrade's success was entirely due to his daughter's fortune-telling ability.

Before Neon began her divinations, he was just a small-time boss in a minor local gang.

It had only been a few years since he became a notable figure in the underworld.

Other leaders, even the short and stout man who Morin had just trampled to death, had all climbed their way up through blood and corpses.

They relied on their own abilities, cunning, and various factors to reach their current positions.

They had experienced many challenges and hardships, gradually developing the aura of a true leader.

Unlike Light Nostrade, who rose through his daughter's abilities without enduring any hardships, easily climbing to his position.

Without Neon, or rather without her fortune-telling ability, he was nothing.

So, when Morin mentioned his daughter, which was almost the key to his power and ambition, he lost his composure. He couldn't be without Neon, without Neon's Nen ability!!

"What have you done to Neon?!"

If it weren't for the many onlookers and Dalzollene holding him back, Light Nostrade might have even knelt down to ask clearly.

"Don't worry, we won't do anything to her."

Morin smiled simply, "We're just thieves; we generally don't take lives."

Those words...

The other assassins and gang members all silently glanced at Morin. As if the Phantom Troupe didn't become S-class criminals by stepping over mountains of corpses.

Just a few days ago, members of the Troupe were wreaking havoc in the desert, taking out many gang members.

"Really?! That's good!!!"

Light Nostrade chose to believe them. He let out a sigh of relief, as if all his strength had been drained. However, Morin's next words sent him into a chilling abyss.

"We're not much for taking lives, but when it comes to theft, we're quite serious."

Morin looked into Light Nostrade's eyes, smiling slightly, "Do you understand why we're interested in your daughter?"

"This... could it be..."

Light Nostrade's eyes widened. Hearing Morin's words, his heart skipped a beat again.

"Neon doesn't have anything you would be interested in..."

His voice was almost hoarse as he uttered these words.

"Wrong. Everyone knows the preciousness and the treasures your darling daughter possesses."

Morin chuckled, "The ability to foresee the future is quite remarkable~"

"In this era, the most important thing is information. And do you know what the ultimate, most valuable information is?"

"It's the 'information of the future,' or 'foresight.'"

"With precise language, you can control everything in this world..."

"Isn't that what you're thinking, Mr. Light Nostrade?"

Morin said as he looked at the now pale and bloodless Light Nostrade.

"No, no..."

Light Nostrade felt cold to his core, "You can't do this!!!"

He wanted to say something, but his throat was completely devoid of words.

Suddenly~

His eyes lit up sharply:

"Neon's fortune-telling ability is her own unique talent, not an object. How can you steal it?!"

"Yes, that's it!!"

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Light Nostrade clung to this sliver of hope like a lifeline, repeatedly reassuring himself,

"You can't steal Neon's fortune-telling ability, you can't take her away, hahaha!!" He began to laugh maniacally.

Morin, meanwhile, maintained a faint smile, quietly enjoying Light Nostrade's performance.

The other gang members remained vigilant, while the expert assassins silently observed Morin and occasionally glanced at Light Nostrade.

"Really can't do it?"

They pondered this.

"Really can't do it?" Morin directly voiced their thoughts.

"You know that Nen users exist in this world, so you must also be aware of the myriad Nen abilities out there. Since your daughter can foresee the future, why can't others have the ability to 'steal others' abilities'?"

Morin watched as Light Nostrade's laughter gradually ceased and smiled, "Otherwise, why do you think we've set our sights on your daughter, and why are we known as... thieves?"

As expected, after Morin's words, a realization dawned upon the assassins present.

They understood that within the Phantom Troupe, there existed a member capable of stealing others' Nen abilities.

Hearing this, those who had planned to make a move chose to hold back, hoping to glean more information about the Phantom Troupe from Morin and Light Nostrade's conversation.

"How is this possible?!"

Once again, Light Nostrade found himself plunged into shock and turmoil. The hope he had clung to had been shattered, leaving only cruelty and despair in its wake.

"This is impossible!! Absolutely impossible!!"

In the end, his lips quivered as he shouted in agitation.

"Neon's ability is her innate gift, unique to her, something no one else possesses!!

I've been in the underworld for years and have never heard of anyone else with an ability like Neon's!! Such a unique and miraculous ability can't be stolen, absolutely not!!!"

Light Nostrade had lost all composure and dignity, like a wounded beast desperately guarding its food.

"Dalzollene, you tell me!!"

Light Nostrade suddenly turned, his eyes bloodshot, looking at his bodyguard beside him. "You tell me that Neon's ability can't be stolen, it can't!!"

Dalzollene: "..."

He looked into his boss's crimson eyes and the deepening hollows around them, first maintaining silence. Then, under Light Nostrade's increasingly despairing gaze and expression, he lowered his head:

"In this world, any kind of Nen ability can appear."

Dalzollene's words clearly conveyed to Light Nostrade that Neon's fortune-telling ability indeed had the potential to be stolen.

"No, that's not it..."

Light Nostrade's lips moved as he murmured the words again. "Such a thing won't happen, it won't."

He repeated this over and over, and then?

"Neon has bodyguards I've arranged for her..."

Light Nostrade mentioned his last line of defense: "Those bodyguards are Nen users, ones I've personally vetted and hired at great expense!!!"

"With them around, they won't let anyone get close to Neon."

Hearing this, the expert assassins didn't speak, but their eyes betrayed disdain. If Dalzollene was the standard of his bodyguards, it spoke volumes about the rest.

"Yes, they might indeed perform all the duties expected of bodyguards."

Morin nodded, acknowledging Light Nostrade's words. However, though he was somewhat reluctant to further crush the already broken man, he felt compelled to state the harsh truth:

"How do you think your bodyguards compare to the Shadow Beasts?"

This single question shattered Light Nostrade's last hope.

The Phantom Troupe, a group where even a single member could annihilate the Shadow Beasts, was the most dangerous and terrifying criminal organization in the world!

Even the Ten Dons' strongest forces were easily dispatched, forcing them to hire professional assassins to tackle the problem.

Despite Light Nostrade's confidence in his bodyguards, they paled in comparison to the Shadow Beasts.

"So, once we set our sights on your daughter, the outcome was already decided."

Morin delivered his final words to Light Nostrade, who then collapsed onto the ground.

He appeared to have aged decades, his vitality drained, as if he had lost the very purpose of living, utterly despaired with the world.

The Phantom Troupe hadn't just stolen Neon's ability; they had taken everything from Light Nostrade.