March 15, Insoli Grassland.
Hisoka stood at ease, one foot planted on an uneven rock. He held his right hand over his brow like a hat and smiled as he gazed out across the vast, unobstructed grassland.
"Taking your time, Chrollo..." Hisoka murmured in complaint, though his body couldn't help shuddering, as if he were savoring a surge of pleasure.
Gelman stood among the towering, majestic stone pillars, leaning his back against a rough boulder. He lowered his head and rested with his eyes closed.
After a while, Hisoka finally called out, "Here they come... Chrollo brought four people with him: Phinks, Bopbov, Pakunoda, and Machi. Just as expected."
Gelman opened his eyes and looked into the distance. Sure enough, five dark specks appeared at the edge of the grassland, drawing closer and closer.
With the cross tattoo on his forehead exposed and a fur coat draped over his shoulders, Chrollo walked toward them with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face.
Phinks, with his blond hair and tracksuit, walked with a carefree swagger.
Wrapped in bandages from head to toe and gaunt as a skeleton, Bopbov looked like a mummy that had just crawled out of a coffin.
Pakunoda walked with elegant poise, the deep V-neck of her business suit revealing a glimpse of her fair skin.
Machi's ponytail was always a mess, much like her perpetually rumpled clothes, as if they could never be ironed smooth. She stared coldly at Gelman and furrowed her brows.
The seven members of the Phantom Troupe met before the stone pillars.
"You..." The moment Phinks saw Gelman, he looked ready to explode. "You actually want Chrollo's position! Did you even ask the rest of us? You think we're dead?"
He strode forward, intending to rush over, grab Gelman