Seeking profit amid risk.
So far, everything had unfolded exactly as anticipated.
Although Hisoka had barged in, the Troupe still focused on dealing with Silva.
That decision gave Hisoka an opportunity—and gave Moro one as well.
The right moment to strike would be when Omokage relaxed after believing he had escaped successfully.
As for whether he would be targeted by Hisoka afterward... that was a risk he had to face in this operation.
Moro stopped paying attention to Silva's side and instead turned his gaze toward Hisoka and Omokage, who had already begun fighting. He quietly moved closer.
On the street outside the plaza.
Omokage flew backward and crashed into a car parked by the roadside.
Amid the shriek of twisting metal, Omokage's entire body became embedded in the car.
The sudden commotion frightened the surrounding pedestrians, sending them quickly away.
Not far off, Hisoka walked toward the car.
He held a playing card between the fingers of his right hand, pressing it to the tip of his nose and concealing the slight upward curl of his lips.
The cooperation from the other Troupe members had put him in high spirits.
That intense emotion rising from the depths of his heart was amplified by Nen, radiating a soul-stirring Aura.
Omokage tore apart the twisted metal frame pinning him down and freed himself from the crushed vehicle.
Then, swaying slightly, he straightened up. His long silver-gray hair shook with the motion, scattering fragments of window glass.
"I have no memory of you..."
Straightening his upper body, Omokage stared coldly at Hisoka, who was surrounded by a powerful Aura, his expression dark.
"But there's no point in asking why you attacked me now."
As soon as he finished speaking, red light seeped from Omokage's eyes as he activated his ability through Nen.