The Fortune Teller

**Under the Moonlight, Moarik Halted His Steps.**

The bright moonlight, accompanied by starlight, fell upon the empty field ahead.

There, a vague, shadowy line of black vehicles stood in a row.

In front of the numerous cars were men dressed in black suits, who, at first glance, were clearly not good people—more intimidating than even the residents of Meteor City, with an air of hostility about them.

Meteor City has numerous connections with outside forces.

The Phantom Troupe, a group that emerged from this place, goes without saying.

The Zoldyck family from Kukuroo Mountain—the current butler Gotoh, the former butler Zzebra, and the apprentice Canary—all hail from Meteor City.

Even the wife of the current head of the Zoldyck family, Silva Zoldyck, Kikyo, also comes from Meteor City.

Perhaps it is only the extraordinary people from Meteor City that could make a family of assassins like the Zoldycks feel at ease.

Apart from these, several mafia organizations currently active in ten regions across the six continents also have some level of cooperation with Meteor City.

They recruit members from Meteor City, providing those who want to leave with what they desire.

Identity, proof, jobs, money, a much more comfortable environment than this place, and the outside world they long to see...

This has almost become an industry chain.

The mafia has always used the residents of Meteor City to carry out illegal activities, and the Elders of Meteor City, in exchange for benefits from the outside mafia and to maintain their rule in Meteor City, are willing to send people out.

However, not everyone qualifies for this.

Only the top mafia organizations on the six continents have agreements with the Meteor City Elders.

Only some mid- to lower-level mafia families would come to an open area like this, similar to a free market, to try their luck.

To see if they could meet some ordinary citizens of Meteor City who were also trying their luck, hoping to find a suitable sponsor to take them away.

It is a process of mutual selection.

Moarik had only recently arrived in Meteor City, having no connections with the Five Elders, nor did he have any desire to.

He planned to find a suitable "sponsor" here to use as a stepping stone to leave.

Then, after obtaining an ID, he would look for opportunities to explore the outside world and seek higher-level blind boxes.

This was Moarik's original plan and what he intended to do.

However~~~

"Seems I could consider changing my plan a little."

Looking at a familiar face in the mafia crowd not far away, Moarik couldn't help but stroke his chin.

At the same time, in the area within Moarik's line of sight...

"Will there really be any special talents here who can help me?!"

Light Nostrade lit a cigar for himself, looking somewhat irritated through the curling smoke at the group of aimless Meteor City riffraff before him.

"If it weren't for Neon's prophecy poems being consistently accurate, I wouldn't have come to this godforsaken place based on some divination."

His exterior remained calm, but inside, he was extremely repulsed, avoiding the shifting figures in front of him.

Just thinking that someone useful to him might be among these people made Light Nostrade feel an urge to turn around and leave immediately.

However, his desire for money and power made him forcibly suppress these thoughts.

"Neon's prophetic divinations have never been wrong."

"Every piece of information she has provided me has been absolutely accurate; this time will be no exception."

"As long as I can make good use of these future pieces of information, I will definitely become a person of great importance, reaching a position that makes everyone look up to me."

"Forget about the Nostrade family I'm in now; even the Ten Dons would have to look at me differently, maybe even... I could replace them!!"

Thinking of the grand ambitions he could achieve with his daughter's miraculous foresight ability, Light Nostrade's eyes could not help but burn with the flames of ambition.

Currently, he was just a minor figure in the Nostrade family, a mafia family, and had yet to establish his own Nostrade family.

However, heaven had smiled upon him, gifting him with a good daughter.

His daughter, Neon Nostrade, possessed the ability to foresee the future.

It was through this ability, which Light Nostrade had repeatedly verified to be accurate, that he began to accumulate considerable wealth.

Along with it, his ambition and desires had also grown.

He was ambitious, preparing to establish his own mafia family.

But to develop his own force, he needed a certain number of people.

Even the Ten Dons have many mafia families as their underlings.

They themselves had the legendary **Shadow Beasts**, their proud and highest combat force.

The Ten Dons were filled with talent. If he wanted to become a top-level mafioso and even harbored ambitions of replacing them, naturally, he needed to recruit many talents.

Moreover, the key to obtaining everything, his precious daughter, also needed reliable people to protect her.

This time, he had specifically asked Neon, coaxing her for a long time, to write a prophecy poem about the whereabouts of suitable high-level personnel.

Then, he came here.

"Clean, polite, dignified, a man who catches the eye at first glance... Were these the traits mentioned in the prophecy poem?!"

Light Nostrade squinted his eyes, carefully scrutinizing this group of Meteor City delinquents.

These guys didn't look clean, let alone dignified.

Light Nostrade did not believe the prophecy poem was wrong; instead, he had been wondering if he had come to the wrong place or misinterpreted the prophecy.

Just as he hesitated over whether to stay any longer~

"Excuse me, are you recruiting people here?"

A young, quite polite voice rang in Light Nostrade's ear.