Hisoka Smiled

They were prisoners who had also escaped from Fox River Prison.

The four of them had an average sentence of five hundred years.

If not for this incident, no amount of sentence reduction would have kept them from dying of old age in prison.

Now that they had finally obtained a once-in-a-lifetime chance at freedom, they naturally cherished it dearly.

That was evident from their preparations for an ambush and their decisive escape.

They had been cautious enough, and especially prudent in their choices.

But their luck was poor.

In the starless night sky, part of the clouds drifted away, revealing half of a crescent moon.

Silver moonlight washed over the ground, illuminating the figure idly playing with a deck of cards.

Tall and slender, with a narrow waist and long legs.

His red hair stood wildly on end, while tear-drop and star-shaped makeup decorated his cheeks. His eyes were long and narrow, and his golden pupils were striking.

The figure was none other than Hisoka, who had arrived with Illumi.

Compared to when he first appeared in the original story, Hisoka at this point was younger and far more flamboyant, his sharp edge fully exposed.

He leaned against the wall of a roadside building, the cards in his hand fluttering like butterflies.

His gaze rested on the distant lights. He seemed bored out of his mind, yet also as though he were considering what to do next.

Then, he noticed four buzz-cut men sprinting madly in his direction.

His golden pupils shifted to the corner of his eyes as he looked at the four men.

"Five points, two points, four points, nine points."

In a single glance, Hisoka assigned scores to the four buzz-cut men.

At the same time, the four men who had fled here to get away