Only after a long while did Abengane take out his phone and check his bank account to confirm the amount Gelman had transferred.
Hmm, wait, this amount...
Only then did Abengane realize that the amount Gelman had paid this time was far greater than the previous two payments.
Had he entered the wrong amount, or...
Abengane immediately understood.
So Gelman had also realized that this "Nen removal job" was becoming increasingly difficult, and had voluntarily increased his payment without mentioning it to him.
He could not help feeling a little moved...
Although "Nen removal" was somewhat dangerous, Gelman was at least willing to pay a fair price and even take the initiative to raise the reward.
To Abengane, compared with those greedy, scheming clients from before, Gelman was actually an exceptionally good client.
Meanwhile, Gelman and Kurapika had already left the basement.
At some point, the sky outside had turned gloomy, and a light drizzle had begun to fall. The ground was wet, with puddles everywhere.
"Second question." Gelman walked forward through the rain without looking back, droplets sliding down the beak of his mask. "For carrying my suitcase."
Kurapika was silent for a moment, swallowed, and asked, "You have information on all or some of the Phantom Troupe's members, don't you?"
How smart and perceptive...
Gelman smiled faintly and replied, "Yes."
He knew that Kurapika was already suspicious of his identity. Answering this question now was practically equivalent to admitting that he was that "Gelman."
Kurapika's breathing caught. Beneath his colored contacts, his eyes had already turned a beautiful scarlet, though it was impossible to tell from the outside.
The rain grew slightly heavier, like mournful drumbeats striking against his heart.
He abruptly stopped, lowered his head, and roared at Gelman like a little lion that had suppressed itself