Chapter 167: "Human Bombs Made with Sound of Life" (2)
The two men behind Ganshu chuckled and waved their hands.
The red-haired Shabu opened his mouth to speak.
"Yeah, yeah, we know. When that guy Chrollo first came to us, he said he was the 'leader of the Phantom Troupe.' We thought he was some lunatic."
"Who knew he really was the leader of the Phantom Troupe? But whoever he is, he sure pays well. Even if he's just using us, I'd say this trip was worth it."
Bala, standing beside Shabu, picked up where he left off.
"Right... We get to blow things up for fun and get paid, too. What could be better?"
They'd spent far too long in Greed Island—nearly five years. Who knew what we'd been through during those five years? Greed Island wasn't bringing in much anymore, so Chrollo had shown up at just the right time.
As they exchanged their unsettlingly strange remarks, they reached inside their jackets and pulled out the weapons that truly terrified the passengers: pistols.
The people screamed. The men fired several shots, blasting a few passengers in the head and silencing the frightened cries.
Shabu put his index finger to his lips and looked around at everyone.
"Shh... Keep quiet. Either you die here by our guns, or you do as we say. If you cooperate, we'll set you completely free afterward. Understand?"
The passengers had no choice but to nod and submit.
With Shabu and Bala threatening them with their pistols, the passengers were forced to walk from the rear of the carriage toward Ganshu, then crouch down in front of him.
Ganshu placed his hands on the heads, necks, and shoulders of the passengers crouched with their hands over their heads, and murmured a single phrase.
"'Bomb