Illumi's Scheme

Words became blades that slashed at Moyu.

Illumi believed he was merely stating a fact.

But in truth, he had also hoped to pry open a sliver of weakness from Moyu with his words.

That was because he had noticed that Moyu could be moved by the death of a stranger.

If he could use this to gain an advantage, or gradually build it into the last straw that broke the camel's back, Illumi would not mind manipulating even more strangers.

Unfortunately, he had been a little too hasty. Otherwise, before making his move, he could have found an opportunity to turn the woman beside Moyu into a Needle Person.

That way, he could have gained control over the situation.

To make everything before him unfold as he wished, Illumi had never been stingy with all kinds of malicious thoughts.

To him, aside from the things he cared about, what did it matter how many people he did not know died?

Perhaps he would feel a negligible sense of regret.

After all, his "Needle Person ability" could not affect the dead.

"..."

Moyu looked coldly at Illumi, a trace of killing intent appearing on his face.

But he would not be affected by such shallow words. The aura surrounding his body remained stable throughout.

Seeing Moyu's mild reaction, Illumi did not feel disappointed. Expressionless, he studied Moyu and the Nen Clone.

"The forms of their aura are completely identical. There are no obvious differences in the subtle changes in their gazes, or even their habitual breathing rhythms. As expected, this isn't an ordinary Nen Clone..."

If not for the Ball-Headed Needle stuck in the Nen Clone, Illumi would have found it difficult to accurately distinguish the original body from the Nen Clone based on such tiny clues.

Such an almost