"He wasted a few minutes. This guy got lost..." Owl pointed at Franklin in a joking tone.
"I'm sorry!"
Franklin immediately lowered his head.
"It's okay..."
Oboro smiled, looked at the snacks in front of him, and suddenly said to Owl, "It seems like something's missing... It's juice."
After hearing this, Owl took out a wireless pager from his pocket in front of Franklin, and said indifferently, "Send up a glass of juice."
"..."
In that instant, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became a bit strange.
Franklin's unease was magnified invisibly...
If it was something that could be solved with a pager, why did he have to make him run the errand?
He couldn't contact Chrollo and Feitan...
According to Chrollo's analysis, they couldn't have been exposed.
"Are you okay?"
Suddenly, Oboro said.
Franklin shook his head calmly.
"I won't punish you for this little thing... You just got here, so you're definitely not familiar with the place. You'll get used to it after waiting for a long time."
"Thank you, Adult."
Franklin's voice was deep.
Then, he sat back in his original position.
He chose to believe in Chrollo's judgment...
His past experiences had told him that Chrollo's analysis had never been wrong.
Oboro put down the book, and began to eat the snacks.
"By the way... Have you found any clues about those people?"
At this time, Oboro suddenly asked Owl again.
"Not yet... I don't know where they came from. These people seemed to have been monitoring this place before."
Owl smiled.
Having just sat down on the bench, Franklin, who had regained his composure, suddenly tensed up his face upon hearing this.
This was the first time that he had a clear change in expression.
"It might be a force or enemy that has a grudge against you..."
"Enemies? I've killed too many people. I really can't remember which one it is... However, there's one guy who left a deep impression on me." Oboro said as if he was chatting.
"Oh?"
Owl showed an interested look.
"He had a spider tattoo on his body. The number was 5... He was quite strong."
"How did you kill him?"
"You want to hear it?"
"Of course. As long as it doesn't upset your stomach."
"It won't. Saying it will only make my appetite stronger."
"That happened during the Hunter Exam... At that time..."
Franklin suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and listened to the man finish telling how he had killed Phinks...
The killer was right in front of him, but he didn't dare to act rashly.
On one hand, it was Chrollo's plan. On the other hand, Franklin wasn't a reckless person. Taking action rashly might expose the other members as well.
The three Shadow Beasts were all making mocking laughter at Phinks's fate.
Worm even said directly that Phinks was trash, and had overestimated himself... But when the porcupine on the side was about to blurt out the word Troupe, he was covered by the quick-witted Owl, who said that Oboro needed to rest, and told the two of them to go out first.
After clearing the dishes, only Oboro, Owl, and Franklin were left in the ward.
Oboro was a bit tired, and lay down to sleep.
He didn't seem to be on guard at all...
Afraid of disturbing his rest, Franklin and Owl didn't dare to say anything.
The ward was very quiet.
Franklin was thinking about how to contact Chrollo and Feitan. Something must have happened to the two of them, otherwise... Even if they couldn't get away for the time being, they would have found a way to answer the phone.
Time slowly passed.
The next day in the morning, there was a personnel handover.
Franklin and Owl left together... The former had wanted to find an opportunity to notify his partners, but there was no opportunity at all. Owl had been following him like a shadow, even when he went to the bathroom. And Franklin's steady temperament and taciturn attitude seemed to have won Oboro's favor. He would even massage Oboro's body sometimes. The thick palms and delicate strength, plus this person's image... Had a strong sense of contrast.
The reason why Franklin was doing this was naturally to deepen his relationship with Oboro.
"When I was young, I had to take care of many younger siblings..."
A few days later, in the ward, Oboro was chatting with Franklin.
"The environment of Meteor City... Must be very difficult, right?" Oboro smiled slightly.
He knew that the younger siblings that the other party was talking about were actually the children in the church.
"We're all used to it..."
Franklin was massaging Oboro's leg muscles.
"For us... Being able to grow up alive is already the best result."
"Hmm... The mafia has always had transactions with Meteor City. We provide you with metal, materials, and weapons, and you supply us with a steady stream of fresh blood. It's because of you that the mafia's momentum has been getting better and better these past few years..." Oboro nodded lightly.
"Most importantly, the people of Meteor City all have a high level of awareness... Perhaps it's precisely the 'unique' survival experience and environment that has created this side of you... Moreover, the Nen users among you are also relatively outstanding in strength..."
After saying this, Oboro changed the subject, "What's your Nen ability?"
"I'm of the Emission type. My ability is 'Double Machine Gun'."
Franklin raised his two modified palms, and let Oboro look at them.
Meeting Oboro's gaze, Franklin seemed to know what he wanted to ask, and nodded, "Yes, it wasn't necessary for my ability to do this... I can still release Nen bullets, but... I think it's more powerful this way."
After saying this, the joints of his hands fell off, revealing holes that looked like gun barrels.
Oboro's smile didn't change...
If his will was firm enough, he wouldn't have waited until now.
Franklin was too concerned... He wasn't a lone wolf, and he cared about his companions.
Owl's eyes under his sunglasses became sharp... His whole body tensed up.
Franklin's heart also stirred.
The man in front of him... Was now defenseless. At such a close distance, he could kill the other party with just one shot.
The opportunity was within reach...
Killing him would end everything...
Franklin's throat rolled involuntarily, but... Looking at Oboro's smiling face, he ultimately didn't dare to take action.
If he killed Oboro, he would also die... That was a small matter. The problem was that Feitan and Chrollo would also be in danger without knowing it, including the other members.
If it implicated the other members and they died too... It wouldn't be worth it.
"Not bad... After the modification, it at least matches your Nen ability in form." Oboro looked at Franklin's palms, and joked.
On the side, Owl's fist in his pocket loosened.
If it was Uvogin or Nobunaga, they might have taken action as soon as they saw him.
Each character in the Troupe had a very distinct personality.
Franklin was too patient... This kind of temperament was a good thing sometimes, but sometimes... It was a burden.
"Let's go. Help me go out for a walk." Oboro said.
"Yes."
Franklin.
He was very trusting of him...
And Oboro's actions just now made Franklin, who had regained his composure, think that the other party had completely regarded him as a trustworthy mafia member. Otherwise... He wouldn't have been so rash. Perhaps it was also a test.
But he had passed the test.
He had completed the task that Chrollo had assigned!
Next, he just needed to wait quietly...
...
At the same time, on the other side.
Feitan followed the Phyllis Family's Nen users, and together, they found the mafia boss who needed to be taken care of.
Which was the boss of that small family that David had mentioned.
The target was currently enjoying himself in a casino.
After entering the building, they went straight to the top floor, and stepped into territory where idlers were prohibited from entering.
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