Giving Up X News of the Clan's Destruction

In Kuli outside the city, the Phantom Troupe gathered.

The Chrollo sat on a pile of stones, quietly flipping through the book in his hands.

The surrounding members were all busy with their own things, and the atmosphere was somewhat dull.

Until the Shalnark strode over.

"No abnormal information was found, and their tracks were not found in any transportation network. Nothing seemed amiss."

Just then, footsteps sounded outside.

The members who had been gathering intelligence outside have returned, including the wounded Feitan.

Feitan is not Enhancement Type- type Devil Fruit user. Although he has good physical attributes, his recovery ability is clearly inferior to Uvogin's.

But he was only injured by Kevin, not by Mito was raised up by his post-mortem Nen.

Even now, he is still traveling around despite his injuries, ignoring his companions' repeated attempts to dissuade him.

He was solely focused on finding the man who had ambushed him and killing him cruelly; only in this way could he vent his hatred.

However, judging from their dejected appearance, it was clear that the operation had yielded no results.

Seeing Feitan walk in, Shalnark couldn't help but say, "You've caused quite a commotion. This could disrupt many potential clues, making it much more difficult for us to gather information."

In response to the Shalnark's complaints, Feitan merely clicked his tongue and remained silent.

"We didn't find any useful information; maybe the other party never even came back here."

"I think the other party is very likely in this city," Nobunaga, still feeling unwell, said, leaning against the wall.

"Why do you think so?" the Shalnark asked curiously.

"Intuition," Nobunaga replied succinctly.

The Shalnark did not refute, but instead seriously considered Nobunaga's point of view.

Even if they are really here, finding them would be incredibly difficult.

This is a world-renowned metropolis; finding three fugitives in a vast sea of people is incredibly difficult.

If someone else were to offer assistance, it would be virtually impossible to find them.

While everyone was talking, the Chrollo, who had been listening quietly, closed the book in his hand.

The sound of the book closing drew the attention of everyone present.

"The tracking failed. This operation is over. Now we need to deal with the Resentment."

The Chrollo said calmly.

Feitan gritted his teeth, clearly unwilling to give up. He opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

Because the problems they faced before are now becoming increasingly serious.

Although Uvogin is Enhancement Type and has the strongest regenerative ability among them, his injured arm has shown obvious signs of weakening.

A Resentment aura swirled within his arm, hindering the exertion of his power.

Uvogin was like this, then others are even more so.

Moreover, they were all combat personnel, and their abilities were restricted. At this moment, their combat effectiveness was greatly reduced.

Even if he harbored hatred, he had to think about the team at this moment.

Phinks, who was standing next to him, patted him on the shoulder.

After all, he was also one of those affected.

"Let's go. He rescued those two guys, so he definitely won't let this go. He'll come looking for revenge sooner or later. We just need to be patient; they'll definitely come looking for us."

"Haha, I can't wait!" Uvogin laughed heartily twice and said loudly.

Then he grimaced and twisted his arm, feeling extremely annoyed by the stiffness in his shoulder and even his entire arm.

Feitan stared intently at Uvogin, his tone firm and unwavering. "That's my prey."

Uvogin glanced at Feitan, sighed helplessly, and shook his head. "There's nothing I can do about it. If he comes looking for revenge first, I won't just surrender."

"Hmph." Feitan snorted coldly.

Meanwhile, Light Nosra, along with his daughter, family members, and gangsters, arrived at Tiangong Airport.

They boarded the Airship that had been booked in advance, having chartered the entire Airship for themselves.

Apart from the necessary operators and service personnel, the rest were all members of the Nosra Family.

Only when the Airship slowly took off and gradually left Youkexin did Light finally breathe a sigh of relief.

He never imagined that he would be under such immense pressure these past two days.

If he hadn't read the Prophecy Poem beforehand and had a better understanding of the situation, he probably would have revealed his weakness long ago and fled in panic.

The group that had been chasing Kevin and his group acted with impunity, searching everywhere for information and leaving behind a large number of corpses along the way.

Even though she rationally knew there wasn't much danger, Light still tossed and turned every night, unable to fall asleep.

Only when the Airship took off did he truly breathe a sigh of relief, feeling that he was finally far away from the source of danger.

"Thank you so much for your help these past few days," Kevin said with a smile, sitting opposite him.

He was aware of the pressure the other person was under.

Light waved his hand, picked up the teacup in front of him, and took a small sip.

After spending these past few days together, the two have become much more familiar with each other and are no longer as awkward as they were at the beginning.

"You can stay at my place as long as you like; this is a matter of friendship within the Nosra Family," Light said sincerely.

Kevin looked at Light, silently took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and handed it to him.

There was a portrait of a boy on the paper.

"This is a boy named Kurapika. He might come looking for us in a few days."

If he comes, do not stop him; please bring him before me.

Light curiously took the paper, glanced at it, and immediately understood.

He thought to himself that this boy must be the last "bird" mentioned in the Prophecy Poem, the one who transformed from a "crow" into a "dove".

After handing over the paper, Kevin carefully observed Light's reaction.

Seeing the change in Light's expression, Kevin became even more certain of his guess.

This guy definitely knows something, but how does he know?

The way he looked at Pairo and Rosana before was strange; he must be familiar with them.

He not only knew of the existence of the Kurta Clan, but did he also have some special connection with this group?

Kevin couldn't decide for the moment.

He knew the information was too limited to make a more accurate judgment, so he could only observe carefully.

But during this time, his observations convinced him that Light definitely knew something about them.

At that moment, the television on the Airship was broadcasting the news.

Kevin glanced over instinctively.

News reports are covering a horrific tragedy: hundreds of bodies have been found in the forests of Nancha City, dozens of which have been decapitated and had their eyes gouged out.

Some notes were left at the scene.

The information on this note clearly points to a gang that has committed numerous major crimes in recent years.

[Phantom Troupe]

It seems we can be absolutely certain, it's them.

"How tragic! Who could have done something so cruel?" A gang member watched the news.

I couldn't help but sigh.

In their view, such things could all be described as cruel.

"Judging from this, it looks like an entire tribe was wiped out. The methods are too ruthless. Our gang can only deal with one family at most, this—" Some gang members nearby also started to discuss among themselves.

At this moment, as Pairo read the news, his eyes involuntarily turned red.

Even Rosana's eyes changed, but fortunately they had all worn special colored contact lenses beforehand, so it didn't attract the attention of others.

Although several days have passed since the tragedy, it is clear that the two still cannot Oblivion the tragic scene of that day.

Kevin was still watching Light's reaction.

Light's face showed no trace of familiarity, confusion, or other unusual emotions; it was as if he were simply reading a regular news report.

This differs from Kevin's assessment.

"Light, are you hiding something from me?" Kevin suddenly asked.

This sudden question made Light turn to look at Kevin, a bead of cold sweat involuntarily dripping from his forehead.

So, it really couldn't be hidden anymore?

In an unknown city, a blond boy dressed in a ribbed outfit strolled down the street, his face filled with curiosity.

He looked around, occasionally chatting enthusiastically with those around him, radiating a sunny disposition.

As he walked, he passed by an appliance store.

The television outside the shop was playing the news, and some passersby were gathered around it, watching the news and talking quietly.

"Nancha City, I remember it's not far from here, right? It's the city where the forest where the tragedy happened was mentioned in the news."

"Yes, I never expected something so terrifying to happen."

"What's wrong with these police officers? So many people have died, and the killer still hasn't been caught?"

"They're all tax thieves, complete idiots."

"Are you stupid? This is such a big case. The killer must be a gang. How could one person kill more than a hundred people?"

Kurapika was passing by, overheard this conversation and couldn't help but frown.

He followed the crowd's gaze and looked at the television news.

At that moment, the news was broadcasting detailed information about the tragedy, and the familiar clothing worn by the victims appeared on screen.

"Hey, why are you pushing!" A passerby was accidentally bumped into by Kurapika and scolded him in annoyance.

However, when the person turned around and saw Kurapika's expression, he immediately shut his mouth.

Kurapika's expression was like that of a demon, his face filled with disbelief, and his eyes instantly turned bloodshot.

"Impossible, this is impossible!" He instinctively resisted the reality before him.

"This is news, and it's all over the news—" The person who originally wanted to refute it silently shut up when they saw Kurapika's expression.

Those around noticed something was amiss, because Kurapika's clothes were exactly the same as those worn by the victims in the news.

"No, I don't believe it!" Kurapika shouted, turning and running wildly into the distance.

"Hey, look at his clothes---"

"Just like the handkerchief in the news, could it be his family member?"

"What a pitiful child."

In a distant alley, a figure holding a portrait watched Kurapika run away and muttered to himself, "That should be him."