The fleeing crowd showed Hisoka and Moro the way.
But even if they hadn't run into this group fleeing from the direction of the plaza, Hisoka and Moro would have found the location immediately.
It was simply too conspicuous...
The Aura fluctuations coming from the plaza, along with the intense Killing Intent contained within them, stood out like a lighthouse in the night.
Though he hadn't seen the scene for himself, Moro could basically conclude that Silva had made a move against the Phantom Troupe.
That was the value of intelligence.
Naturally, Moro wasn't foolish enough to charge straight into the scene. His gaze passed through gaps in the crowd and briefly swept over Hisoka's back in the distance.
"The Troupe... there are at least three or four of them there, right?"
Seeing Hisoka head straight for the scene without hesitation, Moro could only marvel inwardly at Hisoka's confidence—or rather, that unreasonable drive to seek bloodshed.
Looking away, Moro headed toward a nearby high-rise.
When he reached the empty rooftop, he could see the situation in the plaza at a glance.
Inside a crater blasted open by brute force lay a horribly mangled corpse. It was most likely the Phantom Troupe's member #8.
As expected of the current head of the Zoldyck family. His assassination efficiency was beyond reproach.
Not far from the crater, Chrollo and Silva were fighting on the open ground.
Around them stood several other members, including Machi.
Judging by their Auras, they seemed ready to join the battle at any moment.
"Six."
Moro's gaze swept across the Phantom Troupe members in the plaza. There were even more than he had expected.
At that moment.
The duel in the plaza was reaching its climax.
Chrollo, who was at a disadvantage in both hand-to-hand combat and Nen techniques,