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In another city, a bloody drama is unfolding at a manor guarded by armed troops...

This is the Sandy Family's residence.

At this point, it had become a battlefield.

Led by Mondel, an assassination squad swiftly and decisively defeated the Sandy Family's Mafia members...

Ordinary guns are practically useless against powerful Nen user.

The Sandy Family seemed to have been aware that the Ten Dons wanted to get rid of them, and had deployed a lot of people and even hired some Nen user.

Given Chrollo's cunning, the Fills Family's desire to eliminate the Sandy Family is a genuine thought... not an act.

Otherwise, Chrollo might very well notice something amiss...

Chrollo also performed exceptionally well.

He slit the neck of a Nen user with a dagger, then followed Mondel into the magnificent villa before them, firing at the densely packed gunmen inside, beginning the second massacre.

Mondel and Chrollo worked together perfectly, with a detailed division of labor.

They quickly eliminated all the enemies in the lobby on the first floor.

It wasn't that the two had a tacit understanding, but rather that Chrollo was catering to Mondel's thoughts and actions, making the battle end more efficiently and easily.

The credit... belongs entirely to Chrollo alone.

Mondel's body was as supple as if boneless. Holding a katana, he crawled along the ground like an eel, moving at incredible speed. From an unbelievable angle, he swung his sword and cut a Nen user in half at the waist.

"Go find your target."

Then, he stood up and called out to Chrollo.

Upon hearing this, Chrollo's eyes flickered... After pondering for a moment, he dashed off into the stairwell.

Mondel watched his retreating figure expressionlessly and continued to fight back against the charging enemy.

Upon reaching the second floor, although the number of enemies increased, they were all ordinary people whom Chrollo could easily deal with... Most of the Nen user in the manor were dead. The Sandy Family's struggles, faced with the judgment of the Ten Dons, were utterly futile.

However... the intense fighting sounds on the first floor quickly subsided... and the entire villa became much quieter.

Mondel and several of his teammates... did not go deeper with Chrollo.

Chrollo stood at the top of the stairs leading to the third floor, slowly closed his eyes, lowered his head, and chuckled softly, "How clever... It wasn't planned from the beginning, but rather the plan was gradually revealed as time went on... Otherwise, he would definitely have discovered it himself."

When was it exposed?

"He... seems very wary of me."

"So... Feitan and Franklin are in trouble too..."

At this moment, the entire villa had become completely quiet.

Chrollo was certain that there was no one above the third floor.

If Mondel had known the whole plan beforehand, he was confident he could have caught the signs of trouble...

Snap snap snap...

Suddenly, a series of footsteps approached.

Chrollo opened his eyes with a smile and looked towards the stairs.

A series of figures descended from each of the two staircases, one on the left and one on the right.

There are eight in total!

"Yo, the leader of the Spiders... the leader of the Phantom Troupe, Chrollo."

A middle-aged man wearing an officer's cap, exuding a powerful aura, raised his hand in greeting.

"Hello, everyone in the Association..."

Chrollo twirled the dagger in his hand, his gentle, jade-like smile undiminished.

"Oh? You guessed it... It's definitely something special."

The middle-aged man raised an eyebrow.

"Do you want to fight here? How about we find a more spacious place? That way everyone can have a better chance to show off their skills..." Chrollo said with a smile.

Seeing his composure, the Hunter x Hunter in the Association were intrigued.

This was the first time they had ever seen a criminal so calm and composed in a moment of crisis.

It doesn't seem like an act...

"This is enough... If it's too spacious, you might run away."

The middle-aged man said calmly.

Seeing this, Chrollo shrugged, slowly took off his black suit jacket, leaving him in only a white shirt... then he fiddled with the dagger in his hands, assuming a fighting stance, "Before we begin, may I have the honor of asking a question?"

"I want to know the answer, so that... even if I lose, I'll accept it."

"You say."

"Was the information about us obtained through the Association's investigation, or did that person tell you?"

That person undoubtedly refers to Oboro.

"He said it..."

"The Association doesn't have the energy to deal with you small fry... The most capable people wouldn't take on this kind of mission either. Only we... are willing to go through the trouble."

"Thanks."

After hearing this, Chrollo looked sincerely at the person in front of him.

"When I kill you later, I will try my best to lessen your pain..."

The man chuckled upon hearing this, "You're such a kind person... I really can't believe someone like you could be such a vicious criminal."

As soon as he finished speaking, the arrest team formed by the Association took the lead in making their move.

A large net manifested from Nen appeared out of thin air above Chrollo, covering him completely.

The battle begins...

In the ward.

All five members of the Shadow Beasts were present.

As usual, Long was reading a book...

Franklin sensed that the atmosphere in the room was somewhat strange because... several of the Shadow Beasts were looking at him with a mocking gaze.

This made him wary.

Everyone is very honest.

When Long was reading, they should not make even the slightest noise.

Beep beep beep...

At that moment, Xiao's phone rang, and he answered it in front of everyone.

"Okay, I understand."

After a moment, he replied and hung up.

Then, looking at Oboro, he said, "My lord, just as you predicted, the first group failed... The people from the Association are all dead."

"Um."

His gaze remained fixed on the pages of the book, and he responded faintly.

"Kunbo".

After a while, suddenly, without even raising his head, Long called out.

"Yes."

The latter stood up from the stool.

Do you like numbers?

"Number?"

"From 1 to 12, pick a number you like. What would you choose?"

Suddenly, Long's words caused the temperature in the room to plummet, turning it as cold as an ice cellar.

Franklin's pupils were even more dilated.

"..."

He lost his voice.

At that moment, countless thoughts swirled in his mind.

The unease and disharmony that had been lingering in my heart were magnified to the extreme in an instant.

"What's wrong? Don't be silent... Right, number 0 is not in this range, and number 5 can't be chosen either... Let me guess, do you like the number 7?" On the bed, the man closed his book, a smile on his face, and looked over.

A chill ran from the soles of my feet to the back of my head.

With a snap, Franklin's two arms, hanging limply, slipped off their rings without warning, and the next second, they were aimed directly at Oboro.

Whoosh! But he was a beat too slow. A dark figure, anticipating this, had already darted in front of him, its limbs and face transforming into a beast-like form. Sharp nails instantly sliced across his chest, leaving several bloody marks.

At the same time, the white-haired Shadow Beasts leaped up, placed its two feet on Franklin's arms, and pressed down like a jack, causing the muzzle of his gun to deflect.

In an instant, Xiao also stood between Long and Franklin.

The nearest Bat picked up Oboro with both hands, smashed through the window, and flew out.

After circling and gliding in the air for a while, it landed safely on the ground.

Immediately, it soared into the sky and flew straight to the ward.

Inside the room, Owl glanced at Franklin, who had just slammed his companion away and retreated, and scratched his head. "You've really had a hard time with your disguise these past few days... If it weren't for this lord's orders to make fun of you, you would have been dead long ago."

The white-haired Shadow Beasts rose from the rubble of the collapsed wall, spat out a mouthful of blood, and said with a ferocious expression, "You're quite capable!"

"Get out of the way!"

The next second, Xiao's expression changed, and he immediately shouted.

Several Shadow Beasts reacted immediately.

Franklin then swung his arms, his ten fingers firing out mental bullets like a machine gun... The destructive power of these mental bullets and the immense firepower they generated made it impossible for the Shadow Beasts to withstand them head-on.

Getting hit by one could be fatal!

The entire ward was riddled with holes in an instant, and even the metal walls were shattered by the dense barrage of psychic bullets... Under such an attack, it was extremely difficult to get close.

Franklin raised one hand and pointed it at the ceiling.

As the projectile shot out, dust and stones rained down from the roof...

Franklin strode off, taking off running and leaping from the shattered window—a height of several tens of meters... He couldn't be trapped inside; escaping outside offered a sliver of hope. Besides the Shadow Beasts, there were still dozens of Nen user ...

But as soon as he took to the air, a piercing sound wave made Franklin feel dizzy, his vision went black, and he lost his hearing... He was unable to control his body for a moment.

It is Bat among the Shadow Beasts.

Franklin forced himself to stay conscious, but the impact of the shot made his aim poor, and the Bat's flying ability was extremely strong, so he couldn't hit his opponent at all after a barrage of shots.

Bang! Franklin crashed heavily to the ground like a free fall.

Not far away, standing there, was Oboro.

At this moment, the latter was surrounded by dozens of Nen user, who were protecting him in layers.

Xiao and the others also jumped down from the high-rise building, but used the building's exterior wall to reduce the impact and land on the ground.

Rat-a-tat-tat! Franklin, enduring his injuries, quickly rolled over and unleashed a barrage of Nen at the person in front of him.

Even though some gangsters used their Nen power to defend themselves, they still couldn't negate the damage... Franklin's psychic bullets were astonishing in both penetrability and density.

The people standing at the very front were instantly riddled with holes and turned into a sieve of mangled flesh.

But the attack from the Shadow Beasts had already arrived...

The Rabid Dog seized the opportunity and, with agile movements, pounced on Franklin's back.

Franklin sensed danger and tried to turn his gun around, but the other man was already close enough to bite him.

Immediately, Bat flew overhead, and invisible sound waves shot straight down.

This caused Franklin's body to tremble slightly.

The movements became sluggish.

Owl flashed to Franklin's side and delivered a powerful kick to his temple...

This kick sent the tall Franklin tumbling out of the way.

But as he was thrown out, a psychic bullet grazed Owl's cheek, shattering his sunglasses and nearly blowing his head off.

Xiao's scalp tingled, and cold sweat poured down his forehead...

Such resilience and quick reflexes! This was five of them working together to take down one...

Not far away, Long said calmly to the group of subordinates standing in front of him, "No need to surround me anymore... make your move."

"Yes."

Upon hearing the sound, a group of Nen user unleashed their abilities and headed straight for Franklin.

Everyone in Oboro knew the strength of the Phantom Troupe.

If it were Feitan or Uvogin, the five Shadow Beasts might be useless, but Franklin's abilities determine that his potential is not that high.

His advantage lies in his area-of-effect destruction and damage, requiring a fixed output position. Ideally, someone should create the environment and time for him to output damage... Therefore, five Shadow Beasts can easily defeat him.

However, whether it's physical strength, Nen power, or combat experience, the Shadow Beasts still lags behind. Even if it can kill Franklin, it will have to pay a price.

If we stand idly by, people will most likely die...

Although Long looked down on the Shadow Beasts, they were still the gang's 'property,' useful henchmen. It's a pity they died like this...

The ending was already decided.

Long stopped watching the battle and instead looked up at the blue sky.

Today... is another beautiful day.