No Revenge Allowed!

"Master of the family."

As they were talking, David and Lily walked over with four surviving Shadow Beasts.

"Um."

Long turned around and responded.

As for the Shadow Beasts, Long didn't bother with it, but only gave Xiao some instructions.

As for the other Shadow Beasts to choose... that's up to you.

If you want to die, then go ahead and die... But unexpectedly, besides Owl, there were three others who avoided battle, not so arrogant as to confront the Phantom Troupe head-on.

He thought that at most only owls and Worm would survive, but now Porcupine and Bat have been added to the list.

These two also participated in the siege of Franklin back then, so they should have a relatively clear understanding of the Phantom Troupe. As for Rabid Dog and the other one, they almost died at Franklin's hands back then, and they thought they were very brave... typical brainless.

Is it over yet?

Xiao looked into the thick fog from which the sounds of fighting were coming.

He couldn't see it... but he knew that someone was definitely fighting with the Spiders.

Owl remained remarkably calm. He had held Oboro in high regard since their time at the hospital... so he wasn't surprised by the swirling Ghost Mist before him, nor by Oboro's masterful battlefield maneuver. The earthworm, too, had witnessed Worm's terrifying power. The Porcupine and the Bat, however, were different. They had only seen Oboro when he was injured, and now, seeing him again, the two Shadow Beasts could hardly recognize him...

The man before them, with his sweeping gaze, exerted an invisible pressure that made them tremble with fear.

He secretly thought that following Xiao's choice was indeed the right one.

Otherwise, they would be corpses by now.

"Hmm... Hisoka and Chrollo."

Long nodded.

"Hehe..."

Xiao chuckled.

One is real, the other is fake; the two Spiders fight to the death—it's interesting.

The Shadow Beasts, led by Owl, also noticed Machi and Quake not far away, and their gazes turned hostile.

But since Long didn't speak, they didn't dare to make a move.

Judging from the current situation, everything is proceeding according to this master's plan. Several Shadow Beasts also learned from Xiao that after this incident, the Fills Family will take over the gangs of the entire world.

However, the established structure of the underworld cannot be overturned overnight, because that would trigger a chain reaction...

According to Xiao's guess, the Fills Family will re-elect Ten Dons, all of whom are their confidants.

Then, the newly appointed Ten Dons were assigned to various territories...

The Fills Family, on the other hand, remained behind the scenes, controlling the situation.

The Mafia will undergo a revolutionary baptism and unification.

Long closed her eyelids again.

Sharing the vision of ghosts in one's mind...

Hisoka is frantically slaughtering the gang members who are constantly approaching him and are being controlled by Chrollo.

There are too many people...

As gangsters arrived one after another, seemingly unaware of the situation, they provided Chrollo with a continuous stream of assistance. Anyone whose skin was stamped with the 'Proof of Humanity,' a seal manifested by his Nen, would become Chrollo's puppet.

At the same time, the fact that Transfer Student can change their appearance and the fog also affects visibility allows Chrollo, who is hiding in the shadows, to act at will. As long as Hisoka shows the slightest weakness, he will be attacked.

He also has ample time to re-mark and intersperse Coordinate Swap, making him extremely effective in actual combat.

Under Oboro's 'gaze,' Hisoka was hit in vital spots by Chrollo time and time again. The latter would run away after hitting him, hiding back in the crowd or using coordinates to teleport into the fog.

Before long, Hisoka was covered in blood and could barely stand.

Even though his mental energy was increasing in intensity, the mental energy transformed from his vital energy was already almost gone.

Life is slipping away...

Finally, Hisoka knelt on one knee, unable to hold on any longer.

The moment his body descended, Chrollo perfectly seized the opportunity!

Then Chrollo appeared behind Hisoka, holding a sharp piece of wood he had picked up from somewhere. He plunged the wood into the back of Hisoka's neck like a dagger, the tip of the wood piercing Hisoka's throat, a bright red section protruding and dripping blood.

Hisoka's pupils dilate.

After changing his clothes, Chrollo gently embraced Hisoka's limp body with one hand, seemingly trying to prevent Hisoka's consciousness from fading away too quickly before he died...

He whispered with a laugh in Hisoka's ear, "This... is the end of your life."

Only after he finished speaking did he let go.

With a thud.

Hisoka's lifeless body crashed to the ground, splashing up a pool of blood.

Hisoka's expression froze on his face, his eyes wide open, dying with unresolved grievances.

Chrollo slowly stood up, deactivated his powers, and returned to his original form... He stepped out of the thick fog and returned to the open square outside the fog.

Oboro opened her eyes.

"Is it that assimilation ability again? Can it change matter?"

He analyzed.

Although Hisoka had run out of tricks, it was still difficult to use a piece of wood to deliver a fatal blow... Just like when he assimilated the ground at the beginning, the piece of wood seemed to have been altered and enhanced by his abilities.

In conclusion... Hisoka's death was not unjust.

He didn't lose in any other way... he only lost because of his Nen.

With a wide range of Nen, they can employ a variety of offensive methods, adapting to changing circumstances and making them difficult for enemies to defend against.

Hisoka's Nen has always been the same, and even if he tries to master it in various ways, it is still easy for people to figure out his methods.

Moreover, Chrollo's Nen was also enhanced by 'Candy Bean'.

"Commander!"

Seeing Chrollo appear as the victor, Quake was overjoyed and couldn't help but shout.

Chrollo's white shirt was also torn and he looked a little disheveled... but compared to Hisoka, he was already quite presentable.

"Can we go now?"

Chrollo glanced at his companions, the only two remaining members of the Phantom Troupe, and walked up to Oboro, speaking calmly.

"Certainly."

Oboro put his hands in his pockets and nodded.

Immediately, Chrollo gave Machi and Quake a wink.

Seeing this, the two approached him.

However, as soon as they got closer, the three of them were about to stand side by side.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang in the air, and the aftershocks of the explosion caused the clothes of several people nearby to sway slightly.

A dark shadow flashed by and disappeared.

One of Oboro's hands reached out, then slipped back into his pocket.

Machi's newly settled state of mind was once again chilled to the bone...

Quake, who was standing next to her, suddenly had his head explode like a watermelon without warning.

Hot blood and brain matter splattered all over Machi's face.

Her delicate body trembled uncontrollably... her face turned pale.

The feeling of being able to die at any moment... and not knowing when, with one's fate in someone else's hands, is awful! The key point is that, under the manifestation of this power, they appear incredibly weak, unable to resist, let alone struggle.

Chrollo had expected this, and his expression remained calm.

Seeing that Machi seemed lost in thought and unable to move, he stepped forward, picked her up, and looked at Oboro: "Now... can we go?"

He nodded with a slight smile.

However, Chrollo stopped in his tracks as soon as he turned around.

Because not far away... stood a blond boy, his clothes stained with uncongealed blood, his expression cold.

A pair of deep red eyes stared intently at him and Machi.

It was Kurapika who arrived after killing Du An.

"I made a deal with Hisoka, and I won't touch Machi. As for your victory, I'm happy to let you leave as a reward. However, he wasn't involved in the deal... I can refrain from intervening, but whether he will or not is another matter... Whether you can leave depends on your own abilities."

Oboro looked at Kurapika and explained to Chrollo.

Should we take action or not?

Chrollo chuckled and slowly closed his eyes.

He didn't recognize the boy, but the killing intent emanating from him was all too obvious.

"Machi ..."

After a brief moment of thought, Chrollo opened his eyes, looked at the woman in his arms, and called out.

"Um?"

Machi's face regained some color.

"You go first, I'll protect you as you leave."

Chrollo said calmly.

"Put me down."

Machi seemed to only then realize Kurapika's presence, and her voice became much calmer.

The meaning is clear: to join forces with Chrollo and fight together.

"Between you and me, only one of us can survive. If I'm not mistaken... it was him who killed Bonolenov, Kortopi, and Du An. Quake is dead, and the Nen he cast on me is gone... I don't have the strength I had just now."

A cold wind blew by, and Chrollo and Kurapika looked at each other across the distance, with Kuroro speaking to Machi to recognize the situation.

"Go away."

Machi stood in front of Chrollo.

"You can't stop him... You'll probably die at his hands in just a few minutes. There's no point in you trying to buy time. Leave it to me... Go find Uvogin and Nobunaga and carry on the Phantom Troupe's will."

Seeing the boy with Chain on his hands walking towards him, Chrollo Ta Bu forward to meet him, gently pushing Machi aside. "Remember! After you find them, tell them... this is my final order: no revenge!"

The conversation between him and Machi was clearly heard by Long and the others.

Oboro had to admit that Chrollo's mind was too calm and too clear.

A natural leader, exhibiting the full spectrum of Specialization personality traits.

"Walk!"

Chrollo urged again.

Machi's eyes became bloodshot, and she bit her lip before disappearing from the spot in an instant.