Shortage of manpower.
He was busy controlling his clones and found it unsuitable to spend every day picking out antiques; furthermore, he planned to travel to other places later.
Therefore, it would be best to have subordinates responsible for this matter.
Capone could do it, but at the same time, it was unlikely.
Card characters could not use “Nen,” but as products of his Nen ability, they were able to see it.
However, Capone had to deal with a massive amount of administrative affairs every day and had no time to pick out antiques.
Consequently, the idea of recruiting Nen users began to sprout in his mind.
This was not just for buying antiques, but because the organization required it.
After two or three months of development, the current Capone family was no longer a small-time operation.
They owned multiple industries, primarily distributed across several cities outside of Yorknew.
Yorknew was effectively a gathering place for various mafia factions—a territory that had long been carved up and cleaned out, making it unsuitable for a newborn mafia to expand into.
Thus, within Yorknew itself, the Capone family only held a few casinos, underground boxing rings, and coliseums; some of this territory had even been seized from the previously killed Kenny.
Due to the moral compass cultivated in his previous life, Lynn had not let Capone go too far, focusing their involvement primarily on the casino and security sectors.
The Mafia, collectively known as the “Mafia Community,” might be worthless in the eyes of the truly powerful, but for human society as a whole, they were a major force.
Distributed across every nook and cranny of the six continents, they represented the overt dark side of the human world.
The top-tier rulers consisted of ten people known as the “Ten Don,” who seemingly controlled the worldwide mafia with heaven-shaking power.
However, the truly powerful entities were the family forces behind these ten individuals.
If an accident were to befall one of the Ten Don, their family would quickly find a replacement to step up and become a member of the new generation of the “Ten Don.”
It did not matter who sat in that seat; the power behind them was what mattered.
These ten families were the top tier of the mafia.
Below them were the first-class families, who were also renowned powers in the world.
The Capone family could now be called a second-class family, possessing a modicum of reputation.
Anyone with eyes could see that the family’s potential was immense.
While many people sought to join every day, it wasn’t enough.
In this world, recruiting ordinary people was insufficient; one absolutely had to have Nen users.
For instance, the Nostrade family from the original story always kept several Nen user bodyguards.
The Capone family had now reached the stage where they needed to recruit Nen users—firstly to help Capone expand the business, and secondly to relieve Lynn’s own burdens.
Lynn put down his knife and fork and asked, “Has there been any word from the Sengi Guild Agent?”
Capone nodded slightly and reported: “Our commission was submitted half a month ago.
According to the news from there, two people have already signed up, but their abilities seem a bit lacking.”
“My plan is to wait another half a month, set a date to notify everyone to attend, and arrange a test to select them based on the situation.”
The Sengi Guild Agent was a secretive yet massive underground organization, much like a “Yorozuya.” Their scope of business was quite extensive, including but not limited to finding jobs for people, gathering intelligence, and searching for specific items.
The clients they received were basically all Nen users, among whom there was no shortage of those wanting to be hired as mafia bodyguards.
A Nen user becoming a mafia bodyguard might seem like a waste of talent, but that was not actually the case.
In the original story, high-level experts appeared one after another—from the A-rank criminals of the Phantom Troupe to the world’s number one assassin family, the Zoldycks, and even the Chairman of the Hunter Association, Netero.
This tended to create an illusion that as long as one became a Nen user, they could act with total impunity and lead a life of absolute freedom.
But that was the life of the strong.
Not every Nen user was a “strong person.”
The strong could choose the life they wanted and act purely out of interest because their strength allowed them to do so.
For example, Biscuit focused solely on finding beautiful gemstones, Morel enjoyed riding the waves of the great sea, and Ging searched for a way to reach the Dark Continent.
For the majority of Nen users, their strength was not enough to support such a free lifestyle.
Moreover, in terms of mindset, they were merely ordinary people who happened to possess superpowers; they still pursued fame and fortune.
“Martial arts may be used to violate prohibitions.”
Many Nen users thought this way: I am already a superhuman; why should I work a normal job to earn money and get by?
What is the point of this power I possess?
Earn money through strength?
The easiest path was robbery—robbing banks, robbing auctions—and then being put on a wanted list.
One careless mistake, and a passing Blacklist Hunter would “borrow” their head to trade for a reward, or the state would step in to resolve the issue.
Ultimately, it was a question of strength; they weren’t strong enough to reach the level of the Phantom Troupe.
Yet, if they possessed the strength of the Phantom Troupe, they wouldn’t need to be common thieves.
This created a bit of a deadlock.
However, they were not without options.
Taking the Hunters of the Association as an example, they usually chose to delve deep into a specific field, such as Ruins Hunters or Gourmet Hunters.
Engaging in these industries always brought money and fame, or was at least better than a common job.
Aside from that, Nen users could also join a powerful organization and serve as a distinguished guest, much like the retainers or guest elders in wuxia stories.
The Mafia happened to be a very suitable avenue.
The Mafia held a significant position in human society, especially among ordinary people.
Money, fame, status, beautiful women…
Essentially everything an ordinary person desired, the mafia could provide.
In the eyes of those Nen users with relatively lackluster strength, this was a perfectly good job.
By relying on their “martial force,” they could lead a life of luxury and unbridled pleasure.
In turn, the mafia gained more confidence by having these superhumans for protection.
It was essentially a win-win situation.
“Oh, right.
Someone else signed up yesterday.
According to the Sengi Guild Agent, this person is a bit stronger than the previous two,” Capone recalled.
“His name seems to be Basho.
His Nen ability is related to haiku, and its effects are quite varied.”
Capone was a card character and knew exactly what Lynn needed.
Defeating a Nen user provided a chance to drop a card, so he was doing his best to select candidates with decent strength and interesting Nen abilities, making it easier for Lynn to obtain more useful cards.
Basho?
Lynn raised an eyebrow.
This person seemed to be the bodyguard who applied for the Nostrade family during the same period as Kurapika in the original story.
He hadn’t expected that due to the butterfly effect, the man would want to come to him instead.
“Proceed according to your arrangements,” Lynn stated.
He wouldn’t just take anyone; he had to observe their abilities and character.
Arranging an on-site test was appropriate.
Deep into the night, the moon gradually descended.
Time passed, and the sun rose.
January 7th, 8:00 AM.
The doors to Hall No.
3 of the Ice and Snow Ski Resort slowly opened.
A sharp creaking sound echoed throughout the venue.
Those who were awake and those who were drowsy all turned their heads in unison to look.
“Ugh…” Tonpa opened his eyes in a daze, subconsciously propping himself up from the ground with his hands.
His head felt heavy and swollen.
What happened?
Wait!
He was currently at the waiting area for the Hunter Exam, and before…
he had been knocked unconscious!
Tonpa caught sight of Lynn not far away and jumped in fright, instinctively backing up several paces.
It was no wonder his body felt sore; he had slept the entire night in a face-down position.
Nearby, Lynn stood with his arms crossed, looking at the woman walking in from behind the doors.
“Yo, you all look quite energetic,” the woman grinned, raising her right hand in a greeting.
“So, are you ready to face the first round of the Hunter Exam?”
“Don’t worry, it’s quite easy.”
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