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Kurapika is speeding through the city.

The city was bustling and noisy, but to him it felt like being in a deathly silent ice cave.

He could not hear any sounds from the outside world; he felt as if he had entered a silent space.

The news reports echoed in his ears, but his bloodshot eyes didn't see the road in front of him; instead, they saw the scenes in the news footage that, though pixelated, were still heart-wrenching.

"No, there must be some mistake."

He walked on his knees, muttering to himself as he went.

However, his reddened eyes had already betrayed the turmoil in his heart.

He was unwilling to acknowledge the reality before him precisely because, subconsciously, he had already sensed a terrible possibility.

Hey! Look at that guy.

"Your eyes are so red! Does such a pupil color really exist?"

"Have you heard the legend? The Demon with Fiery Red Eyes."

More and more passersby noticed Kurapika's unusual state; his Scarlet Eyes were impossible to conceal.

"Calm down, I need to calm down."

Kurapika gradually noticed the strange looks from those around him, and he kept chanting, trying to calm his frantic emotions.

But he simply couldn't do it.

The news had a huge impact on him; those horrific images kept flashing through his mind uncontrollably, and he couldn't help but think about and speculate about the current situation of his people.

He didn't even dare to think about his parents, or what kind of situation they were going through.

The deeper one thinks, the clearer those bloody and tragic scenes become.

As he turned a corner, a figure suddenly darted out from the alleyway beside him, grabbed him with both hands, covered his mouth, and forcibly dragged him into the alley.

This sudden turn of events caught Kurapika completely off guard. He instinctively drew his weapon from behind him, preparing to retaliate, but his entire body was firmly controlled by his opponent.

He stared intently at the other person with his bloodshot eyes wide open.

Before him stood an ordinary-looking man who was making a shushing gesture.

"You're a member of the Kurta Clan, right? You must be Kurapika, right?" the man asked in a low voice.

Kurapika was surprised that the other person knew his name.

The man continued, "Don't shout. I've been asked to come find you. I can tell you about the other members of the Kurta Clan."

Upon hearing this news, Kurapika nodded repeatedly.

His eyes were filled with only the word "urgency".

After the other person released his grip, he eagerly grabbed their clothes and asked anxiously, "How are they now? My people, how are they?!"

"Didn't I just tell you not to speak so loudly?" the man in front of him said, somewhat displeased.

Kurapika took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down, and nodded at the other person. "I'm sorry,"

I've calmed down.

To everyone's surprise, the man pointed to Kurapika's eyes and said, "That's not what you call getting ready; you need to put on some colored contact lenses."

Kurapika had no time to care about colored contact lenses; he was focused solely on calming himself down.

It took quite a while for the bloodshot in his eyes to completely fade.

But it turned red again in no time.

This went on for several rounds before things finally calmed down.

"Follow me." With that, the man led Kurapika through a maze of winding alleyways.

Finally, they arrived at a secluded house.

Kurapika cautiously surveyed the area for a long time, and only after confirming that there was no danger did he follow him inside.

"Have a seat," the man said slowly, then paused before continuing, "The news report you just saw is true."

As soon as he said that, Kurapika's emotions surged again.

He suppressed the trembling in his body, trying his best to control himself, and listened quietly as the other person continued to speak, his Scarlet Eyes wide open.

"Here's some free news for you: the Kurta Clan was almost completely wiped out. A total of 126 bodies were found at the scene, one of which was blown to pieces."

Kurapika trembled even more violently, his tightly clenched hands shaking uncontrollably, and his head slumped limply down.

"Based on the clues left at the scene, it can be determined that this was Phantom Troupe."

"The Phantom Troupe? Why? Why would they do this?" Kurapika's voice trembled as he questioned them with grief and indignation.

"Of course it's for your beautiful eyes, what other reason could there be? Many Kurta Clan have been beheaded and had their eyes gouged out."

Upon hearing of the tragic fate of his people, Kurapika could no longer suppress his grief, and hot tears streamed down his Scarlet Eyes.

He opened his mouth wide, wanting to cry out, but it was as if something had blocked his throat, and he couldn't make a sound.

Tears streamed down her face silently, like a waterfall.

Seeing this, the man could only sigh helplessly, take out a cigarette, and silently light it.

Even though he had made a living selling information in the shadows for many years and had witnessed many tragedies, he still considered this tragedy to be extremely tragic.

"I've been asked to come find you and tell you not to go back to your old place and not to try to gather any information."

This is too dangerous.

The person who commissioned me asked me to give this to you; once I do, my task is complete.

I'll be going now. This room will be kept for the night; it's very secluded, so don't worry.

After saying that, the man smoked a cigarette, pushed open the door, and walked out.

Kurapika only heard the sound of the door closing before he was plunged into darkness.

The long-suppressed grief and cries could no longer be contained; he let his sorrowful emotions flow freely.

He didn't know how much time had passed before the tide of grief subsided and he finally had the strength to think.

"There were 128 people in total, no, including me, it should be 129. Excluding me, could there be two others who survived?"

He quickly realized that the person who would send someone to find him, deliver such information, and care about his safety must be a surviving member of his tribe.

He had previously speculated that his clansmen had been captured by the Phantom Troupe, but now it seems that this is not the case.

The thought that two of his clansmen were still alive, and that he was not the last one left alone, gave Kurapika a glimmer of hope, as if he had grasped at a last straw.

He eagerly picked up the note the man had left behind, which had an address written on it.

Composing myself, I immediately set off.

After several days of travel, Kurapika finally arrived at the place written on the note.

He didn't act rashly. Instead, he sat down in a restaurant across the street, eating quietly while occasionally observing the activity across the street through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Suddenly, a man sat down opposite him.

Kurapika frowned, eyeing the other party warily.

The man had short black hair, a gentle face, a sunny and kind demeanor, and a well-proportioned physique.

He is taller than the average person and would definitely stand out in a crowd. He looks to be in his early twenties.

Overall, it gives off a friendly and gentle feeling.

At that moment, the man was looking at him gently.

"My name is Kevin Beg, and you're Kurapika, right?"

Upon hearing the other person's words, Kurapika frowned even more deeply, and his hand unconsciously went to his weapon.

Kevin simply smiled at him and said softly, "Your blonde hair is beautiful, just like your mother's."

These words made Kurapika's eyes widen instantly, and he was so excited that he couldn't contain himself. He suddenly grabbed the other person's clothes.

"You've seen my mother? Where is she? She's not dead, is she? She---"

At this point, Kurapika suddenly shut his mouth.

He felt an invisible pressure bearing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe. It was as if his heart was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and he felt as if he had been petrified.

"Don't get agitated. This is a restaurant; don't disturb other guests."

"Let's talk outside."

Kevin said, placing the money on the table.

Under the watchful eyes of the other diners in the restaurant, Kevin led Kurapika toward the door.