Rumble!
While Chrollo and the others were on their way, suddenly, smoke and dust rose into the sky in the distance, and the explosive sound pierced their eardrums.
A palace seemed to have been severely damaged...
Someone was fighting!
"That's... Bonolenov's ability, Battle Cantabile!" Pakunoda said in astonishment.
They were very familiar with Bonolenov's aura. In addition, among the group, there were only a few who could cause such a large area of ability damage.
Chrollo didn't say much. The five of them simultaneously increased their speed to the maximum.
Inside the palace, the walls had collapsed... Fallen stone slabs and dust were spread all over the ground.
Bonolenov, who had taken off his bandages, revealing his original appearance, was slumped on the ground, his eyes looking at the golden-haired boy in front of him in horror... He saw Kurapika activate his Nen ability, and the Healing Chain on his thumb burst out with a vibrant green light, brushed past a wound on the side that had been grazed by the attack just now, and healed it in the blink of an eye.
It was power that didn't belong to the Enhancement type... That chain itself looked very much like the Conjuration type, and now there was a new ability... What was going on with this boy?
Was he a Specialization type?
In this state, it seemed that even his physical functions had been unprecedentedly increased... There were no weaknesses!
Not to mention him, even if Uvogin came, Bonolenov felt that... He wouldn't be a match.
He had used two Nen ability combat moves in succession. One was the overture of the Battle Cantabile, Jupiter, which could make Nen explode and spread, forming a sphere-like object that was like a celestial body. The speed and attack of its rotation were comparable to the speed of sound. The other was the main song, Venus, which would make his fist explode with a torrent-like, javelin-like mass of Nen that was indestructible... But even so, he hadn't been able to seriously injure the boy.
The chain in the latter's hand was too terrifying!
Every seemingly ordinary swing had extremely terrifying power... It could easily shatter and break his means.
His Nen defense was as fragile as paper in front of this chain.
After only being hit a few times, Bonolenov was unable to stand up at this time. All the ribs on both sides of his chest and abdomen were broken... In addition, he had consumed such a large amount of Nen, which made his whole body particularly weak.
In contrast, the boy... Was calm and composed.
Whoosh!
With a wave of Kurapika's hand, the chain that made Bonolenov shudder shot over from afar, but because of his poor condition, he could only watch himself be tied up, unable to dodge... The speed of the chain was too fast!
How could someone so young... Have such strong strength?!
Just as Bonolenov had a thought flash through his mind, he had already been dragged in front of Kurapika by the chain that had trapped him like a rag doll. Immediately after, Little Kura punched into the Spider's stomach like a sharp knife.
The Dowsing Chain on his index finger had already forced Bonolenov into a state of Zetsu.
In other words, the latter could no longer use Nen, and was purely a human sandbag.
"Do you recognize these eyes...?"
Then, under Hisoka's gaze, Kurapika relentlessly punched the Spider again and again while questioning Bonolenov.
"He doesn't seem to have participated in the Kurta clan's affair... Back then."
Hisoka reminded him with a smile, "At that time, most of the members of the Troupe had already separated and were acting separately. Only a part of them were called over... Moreover, everyone joined the Troupe at different times. Are you going to kill all of them? Even if they weren't the murderers... Just because they have the identity of a Spider?"
Hisoka was intentionally saying this...
He wanted to see Kurapika's resolve... And the darkness hidden beneath the surface of this boy.
Hearing these words, Kurapika stopped his bloodstained fist, and a pair of fiery red eyes full of killing intent looked over, "If you were also one of them, you would already be dead now... As long as you join the Troupe, even if you didn't participate in the events back then, you're still the same kind of scum."
"Hehe..."
Hisoka smiled softly, indicating that he understood.
Looking at Bonolenov, whose head was drooping powerlessly, he opened his mouth and said, "He's already dead... You're a murderer now too..."
Just then, suddenly, Hisoka's eyes narrowed, and he turned to walk towards the outside of the palace, "I'll leave him to you... Indulge yourself."
He was referring to Kortopi, who was stuck to the wall.
However, before walking out of the palace gate, Hisoka turned his head, and said lightly, "Since you have such a clear understanding of the Troupe, then don't say such childish things again..."
The so-called childish things... Were what Kurapika had been constantly asking the latter while beating Bonolenov violently, such as how many lives he had stained his hands with, and whether he felt remorse, etc.
Kurapika wanted to see their regret from the members of the Spider... To see them realize their mistakes, and wake up at the moment of experiencing judgment, but... This was simply impossible.
Kurapika was deceiving himself, just seeking a psychological comfort.
After saying this, Hisoka's figure disappeared at the door.
...
Outside the palace, the first to arrive before Chrollo and the others was Feitan.
While he was still striding forward quickly, he saw the smiling Hisoka walking out of the palace.
"Hisoka?"
"You're late, oh..." Hisoka gestured with a playing card between his fingers.
Feitan stopped abruptly, his soles rubbing and sliding on the ground. Hearing these words, his pupils contracted, and his eyes were filled with rage, "You bastard... You really betrayed us!"
"How can you say that..."
Hisoka slowly took off his top, his expression cheerful. Under Feitan's gaze, he pulled up a piece of skin that had been used for disguise on his back, and held it up high.
He threw it away with the wind.
The number 4 was printed on it.
"I wasn't one of you to begin with... I just thought that you were very interesting, that's all."
Hisoka exposed his strong upper body, and spread his hands.
"Die."
Feitan muttered, his killing intent awe-inspiring. Just as he was about to move... He heard an unfamiliar voice, "Ah, am I disturbing you?"
Following the voice, he saw a long-haired man walking out of the palace behind Hisoka.
It was Illumi.
Illumi looked at the tense atmosphere in front of him, and said bluntly.
A Zoldyck?
Feitan's eyelids jumped.
"Don't mind me. I won't interfere in your battle. My mission is just to protect the employer, and I don't have the requirement to kill you." Illumi thought that Feitan had misunderstood, and waved his hand to explain.
Hisoka had come out, clearly stating his intentions and identity, and it wasn't for Feitan.
Because... In the distance, he had already seen a group of faces approaching quickly.
Chrollo...
Hisoka's gaze landed on that man's face. His heart was excited, and he couldn't help but hug himself with both hands. His body was trembling... His expression also revealed a kind of extreme pleasure, like he was climaxing. The Nen and aura released from his entire body were incredibly chaotic and violent.
He simply couldn't suppress it.
This made Illumi on the side retreat immediately, and create some distance. His eyes also looked at Chrollo, and he suddenly understood Hisoka's performance, "So you're doing this for him..."
"In this state... If it was Oboro one day instead... I wouldn't even dare to think about it."
Hisoka's trembling posture was a little perverted.
He didn't seem to be able to hear Illumi's complaints.
Although Hisoka and Oboro had met the earliest, if you were to say who he had spent more time with, it would still be Illumi... Therefore, Illumi also knew what kind of person Hisoka was. Hisoka had joined the Troupe, and it was definitely to 'pursue' Chrollo. This was very consistent with his judgment.
However... In Illumi's opinion, Hisoka's true destiny was only one person... Oboro.
The relationship between these two was very subtle.
He could understand Hisoka's feelings. Compared to Oboro, Chrollo could only be said to be... Relatively 'boring'.
In just a moment, the five members of the Troupe had appeared next to Feitan. Without Feitan having to explain too much, Chrollo understood as soon as he saw this situation.
Illumi waved at Chrollo.
The two of them knew each other.
"Oboro hired you?"
Chrollo was frighteningly calm. After getting closer, he looked directly at Illumi, treating Hisoka as air.
"Hmm... I'm responsible for protecting the safety of David and Fels Lily. It's okay, just pretend I don't exist... The six of you can directly take action, and kill him first." Illumi said bluntly, pointing at Hisoka, who had a gradually calming expression, on the side.
"..."
Hisoka glared at Illumi, and raised the corners of his mouth.
"Hey... Hisoka, what are you thinking? You're in such a hurry to seek death. We didn't have any other opinions about you to begin with... You just needed to stay here honestly. We didn't expect you to play much of a role in this operation, but as a result..."
Shalnark rubbed his hair, and sighed.
In a six-on-one situation, Hisoka was bound to die!
But...
Chrollo had already realized a problem.
Every time the Zoldyck family carried out a mission, they would measure the difficulty of the mission... If one person couldn't complete it, they would look for family members to be helpers. Chrollo had no doubt about the Zoldyck family's qualities...
Right now, the Fels family had already become a purgatory. The Ten Elders and his private armed forces, including countless mafia bosses, had already been lost. No matter how you looked at it... The other party was powerless to turn the tide.
Relying solely on Illumi, it was impossible to cover David and Fels Lily's escape...
Moreover, Hisoka's burning gaze as he looked at him seemed to not take the other Troupe members seriously... This was very wrong.
At this time, as if he had seen through Chrollo's thoughts, Hisoka took out his phone, and shook it, "I've already notified him..."
Him?
It could only be Oboro.
"So what if you've notified him? Can he really come?"
Chrollo said lightly.
"He definitely will."
A gust of cold wind swept past, and Hisoka smiled slightly.
His tone was certain.
"We've known each other for ten years... I understand him very well. He will definitely do what he says he can do. Although, I'm also very curious about how he'll do it... However, he promised me that he would create a stage for us alone, a stage that no one else would disturb, that would only belong to you and me."
As Hisoka spoke, his tone gradually rose, and eventually turned into an ear-piercing laugh.
"You think so too?"
Chrollo looked at Illumi.
This explained why Illumi dared to appear alone.
"No... I only follow the contents of the mission." Illumi said.
And these words made Chrollo react instantly, and he directly ordered his partners, "Scatter! Find the targets. They've already escaped!"
Illumi wasn't alone. There should be someone else helping him.
The reason why Illumi had appeared was just a smokescreen... To delay time.
The real prey might be being transferred!
Hearing this, Shalnark and the five of them were about to move...
But at this time, a magical scene was reflected in everyone's vision.
Not only the Fels family's residence, but also the foot of the mountain outside the entire palace... Those chaotic mafia survivors all saw it...
In the night sky, a dazzling beam of light cut through the sky, and descended from the sky.
It landed among the undulating palaces.
Stirring up a wave of wind...
Chrollo's clothes were blown and snapped.
His heart stirred, and he anticipated what was coming.
"He... Is here!"
Opposite him, Hisoka moaned madly.
Not early, not late, the time... Was just right.
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