Yorknew City.
Inside a cheap inn, Kurapika stared at Hyuga Arin with an ugly expression on his face.
"You stole Neon's prophecy ability!!"
After Hyuga Arin vanished back then, Neon lost her ability to give prophecies.
Who had taken it was obvious.
Now the entire Mafia world was searching for Hyuga Arin—alive.
What he had offended wasn't just the Nostrade Family, but the entire Mafia.
Kurapika simply couldn't understand why Hyuga Arin would act so recklessly.
Among Neon's clients were even members of the Ten Dons—the Mafia's top leaders, people who could mobilize the entire underworld.
"Don't get so worked up."
Hyuga Arin sat by the window, glancing at the chaotic crowd below with not a hint of worry on his face.
Mafia members were spread across the entire world. It wasn't strange that they'd find traces of him. Kurapika had just shown up at an unfortunate moment and happened to run into them.
Turning back, Hyuga Arin smiled at Kurapika.
"I didn't steal it. I exchanged for it. I even gave Neon a brand-new ability."
If that clone ability was used properly, it might even save her life one day.
Kurapika ground his teeth. "They only want that ability. What are you really trying to do?"
A clone couldn't compare to prophecy.
The Mafia didn't need a Nen user who could make clones.
"Because of the Spiders."
Hyuga Arin smiled and took out a thick stack of wanted posters.
Every member of the Phantom Troupe was a world-class criminal.
"The Spiders?" Kurapika's expression changed. "You know their information?"
The reason he had joined a Mafia family in the first place was to use their intelligence network to find the Phantom Troupe.
"They're going to attack this auction," Hyuga Arin said lightly. "Want to cooperate?"
From the prophecy poem, it was obvious that Kurapika would be cooperating with him anyway.
Kurapika's eyes turned a brilliant scarlet.
"How?"
"Don't you want to completely wipe out the Phantom Troupe?" Hyuga Arin asked.
Kurapika's entire existence revolved around revenge.
Before he could answer, Hyuga Arin continued calmly:
"I can help you. But the condition is this—
you can torture and interrogate them as much as you want, but their lives must be mine."
As long as no other players competed for the kill, whoever Hyuga Arin killed would give him the full rewards.
Kurapika's face darkened. He didn't want to agree. He wanted to do it with his own hands.
"By yourself, you can't eliminate the Phantom Troupe," Hyuga Arin said softly.
"They're a group that keeps moving forward even without a head. Killing the leader alone won't solve anything…"
Kurapika clenched his fists tightly.
"You need to kill every single one of them. Leave none alive."
"And you… can't do that."
The red in Kurapika's eyes grew even brighter as his emotions surged. At last, he spoke with difficulty:
"If it means completely destroying them… then fine."
If the entire Phantom Troupe could be erased, handing over their lives was acceptable—even if he couldn't personally finish them.
"Information," Kurapika said heavily.
"They'll attack this auction," Hyuga Arin replied, idly playing with a kunai.
"I'll switch identities and cooperate with the Mafia. Your job is to capture one of them and then hide your identity."
"Alright."
The moment Kurapika agreed, Hyuga Arin suddenly flung several shuriken at him.
Countless threads burst out of nowhere, intercepting the shuriken in front of Kurapika.
A tall, slender man slowly walked in through the doorway.
"Hey, don't block the way."
He walked past Kurapika and stopped in front of Hyuga Arin, looking down at him.
"So you're the one who stole that prophecy ability? You look pretty weak."
Hyuga Arin bared his teeth in a wide grin.
"Remember this."
The wall beside them suddenly peeled away, revealing a surface covered in dense, eerie symbols.
In the ninja world, these were called explosive tags.
"BOOM!!!"
A blinding flash erupted, instantly engulfing the entire room.
When the flames faded, thick smoke poured outward.
Kurapika was hurled against the wall outside by the blast wave.
[Experience: 1456]
[Skill: Flowing Water Crushed Rock Fist]
—A skill from the One Punch Man world.
"What happened?!"
"Where did the fight come from?"
"Where's Mister Spider?!"
A crowd of Mafia members rushed over, weapons in hand. They glanced at Kurapika but didn't bother with him.
He was from the Nostrade Family—likely here to capture the wanted criminal as well. They knew Kurapika's identity.
That was precisely why Kurapika wanted access to the Mafia's intelligence network. In many ways, it rivaled— and even surpassed—the Hunter Association's.
"I'm here."
A thin, gloomy youth emerged from the smoke-filled room, his eyes cold as he looked at the crowd.
"That guy ran away—some kind of instant movement. We couldn't catch him."
"But it's not like we gained nothing."
He waved a piece of paper in his hand, a sinister smile on his face.
"Looks like we're being watched by quite a few people."
No one dared ask what was written on the paper.
The man before them was a member of the Shadow Beasts.
Only Kurapika sensed that something felt off.
He stared deeply at the man known as "Spider."
Spider smiled faintly at Kurapika. Thin white threads appeared on his fingers, glinting with a metallic sheen.
Without another word, he turned and left with the Mafia group.
"…Switch identities, huh?" Kurapika murmured, eyes flickering.
The auction controlled by the Nostrade Family began as scheduled.
Although Neon had lost her prophecy ability, the auction had already been arranged. There was no time to find a replacement, so the Nostrade Family continued hosting it.
As for what would happen afterward—no one knew.
But everyone understood one thing clearly: the Nostrade Family's good days were over.
At the auction hall, all of the family's guards and bodyguards were in position.
Light Nostrade was making a desperate gamble with this auction—he wouldn't allow anything to interfere.
Inside the hall, celebrities and Mafia bosses from all walks of life gathered. The auction items mattered, but many people were there just to build connections.
As the atmosphere grew lively—
A short figure and a tall figure stepped onto the auctioneer's platform.
"Honored guests, welcome," the short man said.
The entire hall fell silent.
"Now then…"
A cold smile spread across the short man's face.
"It seems there's no need for formalities."
The man behind him spread his arms toward the crowd.
"Everyone… die."
"Ratatatatatatata—"
The slaughter began.
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