Among the top 100 names on the list, not a single one wasn't a heinous criminal with a record of unspeakable atrocities.
Take the killer Moro had selected, Bazel Hernandez, for example—he was responsible for over a hundred crimes.
The two most horrific incidents included:
A bar massacre with 81 victims.
A tourist bus attack in which all 32 passengers were tragically killed.
The reason Moro chose Bazel wasn't just due to his brutality.
Rather, out of all the intel Argos provided, Bazel's was the most detailed, including full descriptions of both the bar massacre and the bus incident.
From that intel, Moro noticed two key pieces of information: "the victims attacked each other before death" and "there was extreme blood loss."
These clues led to an important conclusion: Bazel Hernandez was most likely a Manipulation-type Nen user.
What's more, even when targeting regular civilians, Bazel had no hesitation in using Nen abilities publicly, completely exposing himself under the spotlight.
This revealed parts of Bazel's personality.
Arrogant, and twisted.
Or perhaps he held a morbid obsession with killing.
Once Moro locked onto his target, he contacted Menchi and asked her to use the Hunter website to gather more intel on Bazel.
All that remained was to wait for updates.
Three days later.
The airship landed at Lin Gong Airport.
Moro and Kurt disembarked and switched to a rental car, driving straight to Yorknew City.
Upon arrival, Kurt casually picked a pawnshop along a bustling street.
He then dumped onto the counter a large collection of outfits carefully prepared by Kikyo.
These were mostly custom-made kimonos and princess dresses, highly costly.
Now thrown into a pawnshop, they certainly wouldn't fetch anything near their original value.
Moro had tried to dissuade him.
But Kurt insisted on getting rid of them.
Partly because traveling with too many clothes was a hassle, and selling them brought in some money.
But mostly, Kurt felt his mother had gone too far—there was definitely some defiance in this decision.
Moro saw this for what it was, realizing that Kikyo's hardline move to lock Kurt's funds had only stoked his rebelliousness.
Soon, the deal was done.
Kurt received several million Jenny.
Not a huge amount, but he was quite happy.
After that, Moro took Kurt to Yorknew's flea market.
He hadn't visited in a while and figured he might score some good finds.
The two browsed from noon until evening. With some smart flipping, they turned that few million into 300 million Jenny.
Once the 300 million was deposited into their account, the light in Kurt's eyes didn't fade for a second.
The next day.
They hit another flea market.
But this time, luck wasn't as good—they only netted 100 million Jenny.
Then came the third day.
Moro finally got word from Axer.
The Golden Geocentric Compass and the Selma Scepter had both sold at auction. After necessary deductions, Moro would receive 20.6 billion Jenny.
To thank Axer for her help, Moro had picked up a decent-quality untreated gem to give her before visiting the Nampis auction house.
Not long after, the money was in hand.
This was why he had made the trip to Yorknew in the first place.
"We're still short 3 billion."
Even with profits from the past few days, they were still far from covering the deposit. And time was running out.
Kurt barely had time to celebrate before reality hit him.
"Then let's hurry and find Bazel."
Worried about the time, Kurt was more anxious than Moro.
Moro didn't object.
They quickly left Yorknew and set off to track Bazel.
With Kurt's tracking ability, locating Bazel wasn't the problem—just the travel time it would take.
But that time crunch was exactly what made the deposit deadline more urgent.
Moro, however, wasn't stressed.
The bulk of the funds had already been secured. If it came down to it, he could borrow the remaining 3 billion from a friend.
Two hours of driving brought them back to Lin Gong Airport.
While waiting to board, Moro received a message from Menchi:
"Someone wants to buy the violin."
A contact number was attached.
"Finally, some news," Moro smiled.
The Fechamon Violin had previously been dismantled by him.
It could be reassembled, but the resale value had surely taken a hit.
However, the strange symbols inside the violin's soundbox might help recover some of that loss.
Before leaving Heaven's Arena, he'd had Menchi list it on the Hunter website, with their transaction service as a middleman.
Today, finally, a potential buyer had shown up.
Seeing there was half an hour before boarding, Moro dialed the number.
The call connected.
"The seller of the Fechamon Violin?"
A sharp, somewhat haughty female voice greeted him immediately.
"Yes."
Moro confirmed.
The woman cut straight to the point: "I'm Crook, a professional Music Hunter and one of the Hunter Association's Zodiacs. I want the Fechamon Violin. Let's meet to discuss the price."
Moro raised an eyebrow in surprise.
The Rooster—Cluck, one of the Zodiacs.
No wonder she was interested in the violin.
Considering her achievements in music, botany, and dance, her interest wasn't surprising.
"There's no need to meet, is there?"
Suppressing his surprise, Moro remained calm. "This deal is handled by the website's middlemen. The violin is with them. Once we agree on a price and you pay, you can pick it up directly."
"I'm aware."
Crook replied forcefully, "But I prefer to negotiate in person. Pick a time—I'll find you."
"…"
Moro sensed her pushiness and fell briefly silent.
It made sense why she introduced herself upfront—to disarm him into agreeing to a face-to-face meeting.
But Moro had no desire to waste time on a personal meeting.
"Sorry, I'm busy. Maybe you could just make your offer now."
After a brief pause, he proposed an alternative.
Crook's voice followed: "Doesn't matter. I'm free. I'll come find you in the next few days. Also, I've already transferred the earnest money to the escrow account and granted withdrawal access to the seller. That's my sincerity."
"???"
Moro was baffled.
She wired a massive deposit with full withdrawal rights… yet insisted on meeting?
He was about to speak when she simply said, "Wait for me," and hung up.
That impatient tone had the flavor of an Enhancer, but her assertiveness also gave off Conjurer vibes.
Frowning, Moro confirmed her identity with the escrow agent.
Once verified, he put his phone away.
Kurt had overheard the conversation and asked, "Why does she insist on negotiating in person?"
"Not sure. Maybe a personal quirk."
Moro glanced at him. "But she probably has a tracking ability like yours."
"Huh?"
Kurt blinked in surprise.
"She's too confident she'll find me in a few days. That's not something you say unless you can track people—like we can with Bazel."
"No wonder she didn't care when you said no."
Kurt nodded, a hint of hostility surfacing.
Moro sighed.
After the call, he honestly didn't want to meet Crook.
Her haughty demeanor was just too grating.
But if she really could track him like Kurt, then he'd have little choice.
"Whatever, let's see how much she transferred."
He logged into the account.
A bold number popped up: 5 billion.
"Damn."
That was just the earnest money.
Moro's first reaction was shock, then surprise at how much the violin might actually be worth.
He'd thought 1 or 2 billion was a stretch.
But Crook casually threw down 5 billion, clearly not concerned about further negotiations.
This kind of disruptive confidence practically oozed from the number.
She probably had a solid grasp of the violin's value…
Even with damage from disassembly, it was worth at least 5 billion.
Maybe it was due to those odd markings in the soundbox?
Hard to say.
Collectors in the Hunter world love to overpay for things with rare meaning—or oddity.
That's why things like the Compass and the Scepter don't sell high—they're too plain without their historical context.
"But anyway, this settles the deposit."
Moro turned the phone toward Kurt, showing the big number.
Kurt only gave a small nod—none of the expected excitement.
"What's wrong?"
Moro noticed and asked.
Kurt admitted, "I was wondering what that woman's ability is."
Moro sighed knowingly.
"You're already comparing yourself to her—without even knowing what type her ability is?"
"Is that a problem?" Kurt grumbled.
"Of course it is."
Moro smacked him on the head.
Kurt winced, eyes watering a little with uncharacteristic vulnerability.
It was the first time Moro had seen Kurt look truly upset.
The Kurt he knew was like a blade of grass that refused to fall, even under a storm.
Though often stubborn, that strength had quickly drawn them close.
If Kurapika reflected Moro's own past,
Then Kurt represented a kind of strength Moro admired—and wanted to learn from.
And he truly meant it when he told Kurt he was already strong.
But Kurt had flaws too—overly focused on strength, prone to mental exhaustion.
Mrro hoped to help him overcome those in this journey.
Not because of any obligation to the Zoldyck family, but because he genuinely wanted to see Kurt live free of that suffocating pressure.
Still, Kurt's rare vulnerability surprised him.
But Moro didn't dwell on it.
Instead, he spoke seriously:
"I've told you so many times—don't give yourself unnecessary pressure. Also… I'm just speculating about her ability. Getting worked up over unconfirmed info? Are you stupid?"
He gave Kurt another chop.
"Ah—!"
Kurt clutched his head, grumbling, "That's because I trust your predictions!"
"That's not the point."
Moro shook his head. "The point is, you don't need to get worked up over something like this."
Kurt stayed quiet, pouting with his hands on his head.
"Come on. Time to board."
Moro headed toward the gate, thinking that once on the airship, a plate of sugar pancakes from the kitchen would quickly fix Kurt's mood.
Watching his back, Kurt thought of the first time they met—and how Moro had told him, "Your ability is precious."
In his heart, Kurt now shouted: "It's totally worth it!"
Then he quickened his pace to walk beside Moro, deliberately stomping his feet.
That childish display—the exaggerated footfalls—stripped away Kurt's grown-up shell, revealing the kid beneath.
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