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Coco and Ohm tore through the Dark Matter Pirates' spaceship.

But in the air, Boros found Kurapika impossible to pin down. No matter how powerful his attacks were, they meant nothing if they couldn't hit him.

Under Absolute Time, Kurapika easily evaded every attack, no matter how ferocious or wide-ranging.

At last, Boros stopped wasting his effort.

"What a troublesome ability. But is dodging all you can do?"

Kurapika floated nearby, his red eyes blazing like fire. They betrayed no emotion. At that moment, his mind was perfectly clear.

Huai Kong kept him updated on the situation below.

So far, twelve million civilians had been evacuated from City A's urban districts onto the Craftworld's Evacuation Spaceships.

Another 2.6 million or so had left the city on their own: middle-class residents in private cars and wealthy residents in private planes.

The Hero Association's emergency teams had evacuated a further 6.73 million.

That was in addition to the civilians already in the suburbs, where retreat was easier.

Fewer than four million ordinary people remained in City A's urban districts.

Huai Kong estimated that the evacuation would be complete in fifteen minutes.

Kurapika needed to buy those fifteen minutes.

On the ground, every second counted.

Kurapika kept adjusting his plans and contingencies.

When Kurapika remained silent, a sly glint flashed through Boros's great eye. He glanced at the city below.

"Are you worried about those insects? How ridiculous. What tedious mercy. A being of your caliber exists on an entirely different plane from those insects down there. They'll only hold you back."

Kurapika didn't mind trading words with him.

"To a being on a higher plane, you're an insect too. One person might be an insect, but ten thousand people, a hundred million people, a trillion people? Not necessarily."

Battle lust blazed in