The night was dark. Only a small patch of ground was lit by the streetlights, their glow weak and flickering.
"Normally, the Zoldycks wouldn't abandon a job." Maro lowered his head, unable to make sense of it.
Unless the job had been called off, the client had withdrawn it, or... the client had died.
If that was the case, how had Dolink died?
"It probably had something to do with that phone call he got," Su Wu said nonchalantly.
They weren't superhumanly keen listeners; they couldn't hear what the person on the other end of the call was saying from over a hundred meters away. But they could tell that Illumi had been about to act. He already had a Nen needle in his hand. Only after he got the call did his murderous aura vanish.
"...Who called him?" Maro wondered.
"We'll know if we ask Dolink himself, assuming he's still alive," Su Wu said casually. "If he's dead, that's fine too. If we really want to know, we can just ask the Zoldycks."
As long as they paid, Illumi would be happy to tell them the reason.
"But, sir, you need money..." Maro said quietly.
He had already planned to give all the money he'd earn in the future to his lord. There was no need to spend any of it unnecessarily, and he didn't have to know the reason that badly.
His lord was so good to him.
"Then forget it. It's not important anyway." Su Wu waved a hand dismissively.
Just then, a phone rang.
Maro pressed a hand against the source of the sound—his pocket—and turned pale.
"...Sorry... It's mine."
It was only a phone call. Why was he so scared?
"Oh, go ahead and answer it." Su Wu turned and walked a few steps away,