Spider X Caught in the Web

That night.

A pure white full moon hangs in the sky.

The pure moonlight shone down, casting a splash of color over a deserted urban area below.

Inside a building in an abandoned urban area.

There were thirteen people in total, standing in various positions on the ground floor.

They are the current members of the Phantom Troupe.

Chrollo, the Chrollo of the group.

And members of the group include Nobunaga, Feitan, Hisoka, Franklin, Machi, Phinks, Shalnark, Pakunoda, and Burolo Lev.

Uvogin, Kuhua.

And there are also new members who met everyone for the first time today.

Illumi.

The new member was introduced by Hisoka and then joined with the approval of the Chrollo to fill the vacancy of Number Eight.

The other members cast curious glances at the new member.

"Another cold-blooded guy."

Nobunaga sat on the edge of the second-floor platform, dangling one leg, and chuckled.

"He looks like a dangerous guy," Feitan suddenly remarked from the side.

Uvogin glanced at him and then paid him no further attention, because this new member didn't seem like someone who would fight head-on.

His demeanor was overly gloomy.

Franklin was inexplicably somewhat satisfied. Although this member was recommended by Hisoka, his first impression was that he wasn't as unpleasant as Hisoka.

There are those who are satisfied and those who are dissatisfied.

What kind of look is that?

Phinks frowned and stared at Illumi, asking a question.

Anyone could hear the dissatisfaction in his voice.

The reason he was unhappy was entirely because the way this guy looked at everyone, including the Chrollo, clearly conveyed his message.

A person who is about to die.

Illumi was looking at the members of the Phantom Troupe with the eyes of someone looking at the dead.

What a pity.

Illumi couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "This is a really good opportunity."

If these people weren't about to die, he thought it would be a good publicity opportunity, and he might even gain a few decent clients.

What a pity.

"Smack!"

A crisp sound.

All eyes turned to what was in front of them.

The only person sitting in front of them was their Chrollo.

Chrollo.

Chrollo closed the book in his hand and looked at the members in front of him with a calm gaze.

His gaze then fell upon Illumi, whose expression was indifferent.

"This is our newest member, Illumi."

There was no feedback.

Chrollo clearly wasn't expecting any feedback; he simply gave a brief introduction.

After the introduction, let's get straight to the point.

"Tomorrow is September Number One, and the world's largest annual auction will be held in Yorknew City."

"So, what treasure are we stealing this time?"

Chrollo simply smiled at his group members' words.

"Take everything. Seize all the items auctioned at the underground auction."

After he said that, the atmosphere fell silent.

However, no one showed any fear on their faces; they were either extremely calm or deep in thought.

Uvogin couldn't help but grin.

"Are you serious, Chrollo?"

"This auction brings together all the world's underworld organizations. If we do something like this, it's tantamount to making an enemy of the entire world's underworld."

This is no joke.

The power behind the grand auction is, of course, the Ten Elders, the top gangsters who control the entire world.

They divided the dark world of human society into ten parts, each ruling over a region.

The Phantom Troupe has done many things before, but it can be said that they have never done anything of this magnitude.

We have never had such an enemy before.

This is the first time.

"What, are you scared?"

The Chrollo asked softly, but there was clearly a hint of teasing in his voice.

Uvogin's jaw gaped even wider, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit, and a trickle of blood flowed from his excited mouth.

"No, I can't wait, give the order!"

Chrollo quietly observed the crowd.

"Now, I command you to kill them all."

Hisoka stood there with a smile, his eyes darting around as he looked at everyone.

Suddenly, his left eye blinked.

His body trembled slightly.

Hisoka coughed without hesitation.

A sudden cough broke the atmosphere, and everyone turned to look at him.

Do you have any objections to my orders?

Chrollo looked at Hisoka and said calmly.

Others reacted in the same way.

Nobunaga lightly placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, and Machi also drew a Nen thread from her hand.

Apart from Illumi, who remained calm, everyone else reacted with slight hostility.

The Phantom Troupe has one rule.

Once the Chrollo issues an order, it is absolute.

Hisoka's actions just now were clearly a sign that he intended to disobey orders.

Hisoka is not very popular with the group.

They were met with undisguised killing intent from the crowd.

Hisoka still had that smiling expression, raising his hand as if he were very scared.

Her voice, however, remained soft and sticky.

"Come on, don't get excited. I never said I was going to disobey orders. Getting so agitated isn't good~"

Hisoka spoke, he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips slightly.

Surrounded by so much killing intent, he was starting to feel a stirring of romantic feelings.

"In that case, you should shut your mouth and do it obediently." Franklin pointed his right hand at Hisoka and said without any politeness.

Franklin's right thumb was severed and held together by Chain, leaving the hollow middle of his finger resembling a gun muzzle.

He already disliked Hisoka, and now that he's got the chance, he's definitely going to target him.

"I didn't pretend I didn't hear those words."

Hisoka's voice deepened, his eyes narrowed, and his killing intent surged toward Franklin without hesitation.

Now both sides are choosing each other.

An internal battle is about to erupt.

"Alright."

Chrollo spoke up.

As his voice rang out, Franklin slowly lowered his hand, and everyone's murderous intent vanished.

"What a pity~"

Hisoka licked his lips, looking somewhat regretful.

So, do you have any opinions?

Chrollo steered the conversation back to Hisoka and asked calmly.

Throughout his speech, there was little emotional fluctuation.

Hisoka looked at him, his eyes filled with desire he could no longer suppress.

He licked his lips and said in a sticky voice, "How about a match with me? Maybe I can save your little darlings."

"Brush!"

The sound of air being cut.

Feitan arrived in front of Hisoka at lightning speed, pressing his Cane Sword against Hisoka's neck.

You'd better think it through before you speak.

His voice was icy cold, and his overwhelming killing intent was undisguised. The others quickly surrounded him.

And it wasn't just Hisoka they were surrounding; several of them were also surrounding Illumi.

After all, it was Hisoka who recommended Illumi to join the Phantom Troupe.

Moreover, this is the first time, and there is absolutely no trust involved.

The Chrollo looked at him calmly.

But the brain is working at lightning speed.

Hisoka's words were clearly not a joke, and Hisoka would never make such a joke, especially at this time of year.

He knew Hisoka's purpose in joining the Phantom Troupe; essentially, Hisoka wanted to fight him.

Before joining the Phantom Troupe, Hisoka had been pestering him for a long time.

He had already figured out Hisoka's personality, which was why he stopped him.

So what did Hisoka do?

"Run! Run now or it'll be too late!"

"Bang!"

As Hisoka finished speaking, a large hole blasted open on the side of the ruined building with a loud bang.

A fierce wind howled in from the large hole.

The howling wind dispersed the smoke and dust that had just exploded.

The members, who were already in an offensive posture, immediately spread out and remained alert, looking ahead.

Beneath the gaping hole, a gigantic Griffin appeared, carried by the howling wind.

A figure jumped down from the Griffin.

It landed steadily on a steel bar that had protruded from the broken stone pillar next to it.

He looked down at the crowd.

The enormous Griffin vanished with the wind.

Chrollo had already created some distance, and opened his book.

However, he didn't attack first, but stood still and asked, "Who are you?"

Without the Chrollo attacking, everyone else remained firmly in place, remaining vigilant.

"Looks like you guys are pretty forgetful."

Kevin, standing on the steel bars, smiled and said.

However, he could understand.

It's not that the other person is forgetful, but Kevin has indeed changed too much compared to many years ago.

When Kevin first encountered the Phantom Troupe, he had only been in the world for less than a year.

My figure back then has changed drastically compared to now. My overall demeanor also changed due to the time travel, but it is still very different from now.

When a person's height, physique, and even temperament change, it becomes very difficult for others to instantly recognize them as someone they've met before.

Especially when Kevin encountered this situation, he only wanted to save a few people and leave, and did not want to confront these people head-on.

So at most, these people only saw his back; they never even saw him face to face. Given how much Kevin has changed over the years, it's impossible for them to even dream of matching him.

So Kevin looked at the shortest person in the crowd.

Sigh, are there two shortest ones?

However, Feitan is still easy to recognize.

He looked at Feitan with a smile.

"Little dwarf, have you forgotten that punch from before?"

Feitan was taken aback for a moment when Kevin suddenly spoke to him, but he immediately realized what was going on.

A humiliation he will never forget for the rest of his life.

"It's you!!!"

With a roar, an overwhelming killing intent erupted.

If Chrollo, as the Chrollo, hadn't acted rashly, Feitan would have already rushed up and cut that guy down.

The other members immediately realized who Kevin was.

Their biggest loss came when the Chrollo personally reflected on himself and admitted that he had been too arrogant.

On that occasion, one member died and several others were seriously injured and disabled.

The enemy even rescued several targets right under their noses.

For the Phantom Troupe, it was indeed a crushing defeat.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it shameful.

"I'll go first this time!"

Unlike the others, Uvogin, who had been completely mindless, could no longer hold back. He stomped his foot on the ground and shot forward like a cannonball.

He pulled his right hand back sharply, and a huge amount of air gathered in his fist.

They went all out from the start.

The others did not step forward to stop them or launch an attack.

Essentially, they are not suited for group activities.

This indicates both confidence in Uvogin's abilities and a test.

"Super Destruction Fist!"

The deafening roar seemed to make the entire ruined building tremble slightly.

Faced with the attack formed by a large amount of energy, Kevin simply stood quietly on the steel bars, his body unmoved, showing no intention of dodging. "Not dodging at all?"

Nobunaga had been somewhat tense, relaxed upon seeing this scene.

What is the concept behind Uvogin's Super Destruction Fist? Someone actually stood on a steel bar and took it head-on without flinching?

Even if the enemy is a counter-attack type Nen user, one should not be so overconfident.

Even the so-called counterattack type has to honestly take a hit before it can use its corresponding Nen ability.

Uvogin started with a Super Destruction Fist.

Based on Uvogin's intuition, he had clearly already assessed the opponent's strength.

The fact that the other party dared to confront them so openly clearly showed they possessed strength.

But they were underestimated.

"Is it just stupidity?"

The Shalnark frowned deeply.

If that's all there is to it, how could Hisoka have become an undercover agent for the enemy?

Because of the sudden turn of events, Hisoka, who was initially surrounded, used his Nen ability to bounce back and create distance.

At this moment, they are standing on the other side, forming a triangle with both sides.

Unsure whether he was friend or foe Illumi remained standing still, unmoved.

"Bang!"

At that moment, the attacks collided.

The wind pressure generated by the collision blew violently outwards.

Those standing at the back, including the Phantom Troupe, couldn't help but narrow their eyes slightly.

However, the outcome of the battle surprised them greatly.

"That's impossible!"

Nobunaga's eyes widened as he roared, his voice filled with disbelief.

"How could this be!" Phinks exclaimed in surprise.

The last time this happened was a few years ago.

At that time, the only thing the other side could do was run away.

They may be much stronger now and dare to face them head-on, but it's impossible for them to be this exaggerated.

At this moment, Kevin simply raised his right hand slightly, Uvogin's right fist, which was gathering immense Nen for an attack, was firmly grasped by Kevin's right palm.

Uvogin was also somewhat incredulous, staring wide-eyed at Kevin.

"Unbelievable? Your Nen capacity is indeed enormous, probably around 100,000 if nothing unexpected happens. You're already considered one of the best Nen user."

Kevin said slowly, his voice relaxed and at ease.

"But you're not young anymore, are you? Have you noticed that your strength hasn't improved in a long time? You spend a lot of time training and exercising, but the improvement in your strength is almost negligible?"

Kevin spoke in a calm, unhurried voice.

Uvogin, however, clearly couldn't stand it.

He opened his mouth wide and roared, "Don't joke around!"

He raised his free left fist and swung it fiercely.

"You're too noisy."

With a metallic clang, Uvogin's left fist slammed solidly into the barrier of Nen Aura, unable to advance an inch.

Kevin grabbed the opponent's right fist, and a large amount of Nen Aura surged out like ropes, binding the opponent tightly. One of the ropes even gagged the opponent.

He loosened his right hand.

Uvogin's body fell downwards, hanging in mid-air, his Nen Aura visibly binding and binding him.

The rope was stronger than anyone could have imagined.

At this moment, Uvogin's ki was not restrained, and it surged forth violently, roaring through his nose as his muscles and blood vessels bulged.

He had clearly used all his strength, yet even so, he was still unable to break free from the ropes formed by the opponent's Nen Aura.

Like Cocoon bound by a spider's silk, it dangles in mid-air, struggling helplessly.

"The spider has fallen into its web."

Hisoka was pasted on the other wall, chuckled.