Inside the cage, Uvogin ignored his injuries.
Listening to the man’s words, he simply clenched his fists.
Naturally, he scoffed at the other party’s offer.
Submit to the Third Elder?
If it were the old him, he might have been tempted by the proposal.
But now that he knew Ian, he was eager to follow him and achieve something great.
How could he possibly stop and fall here?
“Heh, you bastard.
You’re just throwing your weight around because you’re a bit older, spouting nonsense in front of me.” “Do you really think I’d give in that easily!?” Uvogin spat a mouthful of blood fiercely onto the ground.
He jerked his head up, his beast-like eyes locking onto the man as a cruel smile spread across his face.
“Kill me if you have the guts.
Otherwise, mark my words—sooner or later, I’ll pay you back for today’s humiliation with interest!” Hearing this, the bear-like, muscular man paused with his cigar in his mouth.
He stared at Uvogin with amusement and chuckled.
“Not bad.
That’s exactly the kind of look I like.
Kid, you really have a lot of potential…” “However…” “Today, I’m going to teach you a lesson.” The moment the words left his mouth, he let go of his liquor bottle, and his burly frame instantly vanished from the spot.
The bottle plummeted toward the ground.
But he was already standing right in front of Uvogin.
His towering figure cast a shadow over the boy, his robes billowing as he delivered a vicious punch squarely into Uvogin’s abdomen.
*Bam!* A blast of air erupted from Uvogin’s back.
With just a single punch, Uvogin felt his insides rupture.
He collapsed to his knees, vomiting fresh blood.
*Crash!* Only then did the bottle hit the floor and shatter, spilling liquor everywhere.
The man stood like an iron tower, looking down at the kneeling Uvogin.
A trace of appreciation remained in his eyes, but his face was ice-cold.
He took a deep drag from his cigar and sneered.
“Brat, potential doesn’t equal power!” “Before a genius fully matures, they need to learn to revere the strong.
Do you understand now!?” Without waiting for an answer, he ignored Uvogin and turned to leave, tossing one last remark over his shoulder.
“If you want revenge, remember this: my name is Ron.
I’ll be waiting for you to come find me!” With that, he walked away.
Clearly, the burly man named Ron had absolute confidence in his own strength.
Left alone in the cage, Uvogin hung his head, his eyes radiating the icy, murderous intent of a wild beast.
“Ron, huh…
You better stay alive, you bastard.
Just wait.
Wait until I pay you back double for today’s humiliation!” Meanwhile, on the other side.
Approaching noon, Ian, Chrollo, and the rest of the group arrived in the West District of Meteor City’s Inner City.
Their arrival immediately drew the attention of several onlookers.
These people scrutinized the group without the slightest hesitation.
Feitan furrowed his brow, glaring back at them with a gaze reserved for the dead.
However, he didn’t cause any unnecessary trouble or start a conflict.
His voice was low as he spoke.
“We’re in the West District now.
These people will probably report our movements to the Third Elder at any moment.
Even if we save Uvogin, we have to leave here immediately.” Chrollo simply looked at Ian beside him and said calmly, “The prison holding Uvogin isn’t far ahead.” “This is the Third Elder’s territory.
Do you have a plan, Ian?
If we back out now, there’s still time for me to negotiate with the First Elder.” Ian followed Chrollo’s gaze forward.
He narrowed his eyes and replied softly, “So Uvogin is likely locked up over there…” “Feitan is right.
After we rescue Uvogin, getting out of here will be an issue.
We’ll probably have to figure that out together.” “As for how to actually save him…” He paused and glanced up at the sky.
The sun hung high; noon had arrived.
It was time for the God of Dora’s blessing once again!
In an instant, his consciousness entered the chaotic space, where he saw a white cloak floating in the center.
Seeing this gadget, Ian’s eyes lit up.
“I’ve got it!” Ian exclaimed happily to the group.
Chrollo and the others had no idea how his gadget-drawing mechanism worked, so naturally, they didn’t understand what he was so thrilled about.
Realizing this, Ian reined in his excitement, though his eyes brimmed with newfound confidence.
He had expected a bitter battle.
But obtaining this specific gadget would undoubtedly make things much smoother.
“Let’s go.
Once we get near the prison, you guys wait outside for a bit.
I’ll bring Uvogin out in no time.” Hearing his confident declaration, the group was slightly stunned.
Even Machi and Nobunaga, who trusted Ian deeply, felt that rescuing Uvogin would be an incredibly difficult task.
They had already prepared themselves to fight alongside Ian.
They hadn’t expected this right as they were approaching the prison.
Ian suddenly announced that his plan was to rescue Uvogin entirely on his own.
However, out of trust, they didn’t doubt his words, but simply asked for confirmation.
“Ian, can you really handle this alone?” Hearing their earnest question, Ian nodded.
The corners of his mouth curled up into a confident smile.
“Don’t worry.
Like I said before, a mere prison isn’t enough to stop me.” “Just wait outside and let me bring Uvogin back!” Feitan, Chrollo, Pakunoda, and the others listened in complete bewilderment, having no idea how he planned to pull this off.
If anyone else had made such a reckless decision, they would have thought the person was insane!
But since these words came from Ian—someone who had already demonstrated miraculous powers—they felt that no matter how unbelievable his actions seemed, as long as he said it, he must have a way to achieve it.
The group didn’t ask any more questions.
Led by Chrollo, they soon arrived at a somewhat concealed area.
Not far away stood a square, six-story building.
It looked completely out of place among Meteor City’s dilapidated structures.
Built with reinforced concrete, it appeared incredibly sturdy.
Vicious-looking, muscular men patrolled the perimeter.
Even a Nen user would likely find it difficult to escape once locked inside.
“Should we grab someone first and ask if Uvogin is actually in there?” The group kept low, hiding in the brush.
Pakunoda, always thinking ahead, asked in a hushed tone.
Hearing her suggestion, Ian shook his head and replied softly, “No need for all that trouble.
I’ll just go in and take a look.
Besides…
I trust Chrollo’s judgment.” Everyone stared at him blankly, massive question marks practically floating above their heads.
They all wondered if they had misheard him.
Wait…
Do you even know what you’re saying?
There’s a massive prison right in front of us, surrounded by patrolling brutes, and you think you can just waltz right in?
If getting in and out of this prison was that easy, what would be the point of it even existing?
In response, Ian merely smiled faintly as Aura gathered in his hand.
The next moment, a white cloak materialized in his grasp.
It was a cloak that, when draped over oneself, could render people and objects completely invisible, hiding whatever it covered from sight.
Seeing this, Chrollo’s eyes narrowed.
‘An object made of Aura?’ ‘It’s different from that pink device from before…’ ‘Ian, what exactly is your Nen ability?’ Meanwhile, Machi and Nobunaga’s eyes lit up at the sight of the new gadget!
They held Ian’s Aura gadgets in the highest regard.
Now, they completely believed his bold claim about rescuing Uvogin alone.
Ian had no intention of hiding the nature of his new gadget.
He chuckled lightly.
“This is the Invisibility Cape, a gadget that turns people invisible.” “With this, as long as I’m careful, sneaking into the prison won’t be hard.
Rescuing Uvogin all comes down to this.”