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Franklin said in a deep voice, "But your true abilities still need to be tested."

"We're not people who just want us."

Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in the eyes of the man who had peeled away the bandages, Angdon Engo.

After a moment of silence, he also said in a low voice:

How do you test it?

"The method is very simple~~~"

Franklin began to exude a slowly growing aura: "Even if a person's strength is weak now, there is always the possibility of them growing stronger in the future."

"But if even the most basic awareness is lacking..."

The released malicious intent began to sweep towards the peeling-off man.

"Then they don't even have the right to have a dialogue."

There's still a week left, enough time for Franklin to verify the true nature of this guy called Peeling Ripper.

Moreover, the location Mog chose this time is Ambrossa.

It is located on the continent of Yurubian, not far from Meteor City.

Franklin, too, had time.

As for the other members of the brigade.

Pakunoda is basically always with Kuroro.

The knight-errant set off immediately upon receiving the news.

Furthermore, after learning the specific meeting point.

The first thing he did was to search for relevant information about the area.

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.

The knight-errant has already tasted the wonderful pleasure of acquiring information and using that information to gain benefits!

The others, too, were heading towards Ambrossa, the capital of the Kingdom of Nassbrona, in their own ways.

The Phantom Troupe's first official gathering event is about to begin.

Ambrosa is the second largest city on the continent of Eurubian, after Yorknew City.

Its extravagant and decadent lifestyle is equally impressive.

However, compared to Yorknew City's superficial prosperity and the outward facade of wealth...

Ambrossa's approach was a bit more explicit.

As Mog entered the city, the leaden-gray clouds in the sky seemed to be eternally shrouding it.

The entire city resembles the corpse of a giant beast filled with jewels and neon lights.

The air was filled with the smell of rust and some indescribable white, gritty stuff.

There was also a faint, sweet, fishy smell emanating from the city's waterways nearby.

The water flowing inside was dyed purple.

It is said that the famous local specialty wine, "Crimson Nightmare," was made from biochemical waste dumped by the brewery.

When discharged into a river, it glows with a phosphorescent light under the moonlight.

Ironically, this is what is happening—such destruction of the ecosystem and environment.

It even affected the living conditions of local residents.

In the eyes of the local government, however, it is a unique and beautiful sight.

The pollution was promoted by the local government as a tourist attraction.

The harm caused and the impact on the health and well-being of the residents were not mentioned at all.

They were all suppressed.

Even some residents who realized something was wrong noticed the situation.

Either they were all given the runaround, or when the truth came out, they became waste material for the brewery.

And the reason why such dark things happen here...

That's because the people above are inherently unclean.

In Ambrossa, the country is ostensibly governed by its young president.

But in reality, there is a mastermind behind it all, controlling everything.

Just like the mayor of Yorknew City, who was elected by gangsters.

The leaders here are nothing more than representatives of the gangs stationed here.

The gang located in the city of Ambrossa is one of the most notorious in the underworld, known as the "Ten Elders".

It is precisely because of the existence of such figures that the city is now in a more decaying state.

"Salvatore Maras? Does his criminal organization exist under the guise of a multinational trading company?"

Mog walked down the city streets while looking at the messages Kuroro had sent him.

Chapter 147 Welcome to the Phantom Troupe, the best [restraint], Phinks will definitely have something in common with him.

After Mog announced that this city would be the meeting place for the Phantom Troupe.

Kuroro quickly found out information about the city for Mog.

Moreover, together with the swordsman, they even managed to uncover some information about the "Ten Old Men" behind this city.

Yes, it possesses the memory acquisition ability characteristic of Pakunoda's Nen abilities.

Learning the truth about this city is not difficult.

Therefore, sometimes, some Nen abilities with special powers are no less impressive than the inventions in Mog's hands.

After gaining a general understanding of the city, Mog headed to the chosen location.

The entire city is basically filled with spies from the gangs under the command of the "Ten Old Men" Salvatore Maras.

If they make any move, they will basically be aware of it.

Therefore, Mog chose a dilapidated outskirts of the city, isolated from its bustling center.

He strolled through the streets of the city.

The spires of Gothic churches along the roadside juxtapose with the glass-walled skyscrapers.

The magnificent, palace-like building is adorned with a giant neon sign that flashes the gold lettering of "Ambrosial Casino".

The electrical noise was like the city's ceaseless panting, so noisy even at night.

Mog gazed calmly at everything before him; the bustling city failed to stir any emotion within him.

Even the tallest building standing by the roadside couldn't make him shift his gaze even slightly.

That's the United Trade Building, the headquarters of the "Ten Elders" Salvatore Maras.

It stands so arrogantly, boldly, and unabashedly in the very center of this city.

Moreover, it is arguably the tallest top floor, occupying the entire building by itself.

Mog didn't seem to think anything of it.

Kingpin, Wilson Fisk, from the Spider-Man universe in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, also lives in a building like this.

Even more luxurious and extravagant than this building, it was also built so grandly in the very center of the city.

This shows that the city is basically beyond saving.

As Mog stepped out of the bustling street, it felt as if he had fallen from heaven to hell in an instant.

There are no more skyscrapers, let alone those dazzling lights.

The row of "houseboat" houses resembles a stranded pod of whales, with dilapidated wooden exterior walls forming the basic character of the place.

The surrounding walls were also covered with graffiti, with gang symbols, distorted human figures, and blurry slogans overlapping each other.

In a corner, an abandoned vehicle had been completely dismantled.

Only rusty iron shells remained, like the remains of beetles scattered on the withered lawn.

The piercing wail of sirens in the distance seemed like an endless background noise.

It mingled with the endless arguing, gang laughter, and frenzied shouts of those who had taken some kind of purported baijila nearby.

Mog quickly found the place he had agreed to meet.

Inside an abandoned building in a remote area of ​​the same location.

Well, the Phantom Troupe seems to have an unusual affinity for this remote area.

Da da da.

My footsteps echoed softly on the empty floor.

"It seems someone has already gotten here before me."

The senses transmitted back from the released circle allowed Mog to know the situation inside immediately.

Therefore, when he entered the innermost base, there were people waiting there for a long time.

"Hey, Commander!"

The swordsman, now a handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes, raised his hand to greet Mog.

His smiling face made him look like such a handsome and sunny young man.

"You're here!"

Mog glanced at the swordsman, then looked at the person sitting on a stone step.

Kuroro is quietly reading an ancient book.

After noticing Mog enter, she looked up, met his gaze, and they nodded to each other.

Based on their usual interactions, everything was understood without words.