"Bang!"
Another Kurta had died,
Pairo clamped both hands over his mouth, staring at his fallen clansman as a pained, unintelligible groan escaped his throat. It felt as if his heart were being torn apart.
Feitan watched Pairo's reaction with the same calm expression, seemingly in no hurry to get an answer,
but rather content to observe how Pairo reacted,
"I acknowledge your resolve."
Feitan's voice remained cold,
"But now I understand where you draw the line."
As he spoke, Franklin aimed his gun at a young Kurta girl cradled protectively in her mother's arms,
"Tell us."
"Tell us, and you'll be free."
"Tell us, and you won't have to carry this burden anymore."
Feitan's voice circled Pairo's ears like a demon tempting him to fall,
and the terror on the Kurta girl's face only hastened Pairo's collapse.
Pairo looked at the girl as the taut string inside him slowly began to snap.
Then he slowly lowered the hands he had pressed tightly over his mouth.
Feitan watched his movements, narrowing his eyes with a smile.
"That's enough, Feitan."
Machi's voice suddenly rang out, interrupting Feitan's interrogation.
"Quit playing around. It looks like someone's coming."
Seeing Machi looking up, Feitan raised an eyebrow in confusion, then stood and looked toward the sky,
Two black specks grew larger at a visible speed, and the figures of a tall man and a shorter one gradually came into view,
It was Nara Dan, along with Kurapika, whom he was carrying,
Feitan frowned,
"A flying ability."
"Manipulator or Specialist?"
The ability to fly was rare among Nen Users, and made it easy to gain an advantage from above.
"Pairo!"
"Everyone!"
Seeing the horrific scene, Kurapika's eyes instantly reddened as he cried out to his clan.
But when Pairo saw Kurapika arrive, he immediately shouted,