An Indescribable Sense of Suffocation

Moyu did not know the blond man with the sinister air.

But since he was working with Franklin, he was probably a member of the Phantom Troupe.

To join the Phantom Troupe, formidable strength was a prerequisite.

And the blond man was indeed strong. Even Fiona, a One-Star Professional Hunter trained in Shingen-ryu, could not gain the slightest advantage against him.

Moyu noticed that Fiona was in trouble, but he could not help her.

Right now, he had to seize this chance to kill Franklin.

It was almost his only chance to turn the situation around.

Otherwise, once that sinister man was free to act, things would only get worse.

And until Franklin was dead, Moyu could only pray there were no other Phantom Troupe members outside.

"Four minutes..."

Moyu watched the fight between Light and Franklin closely.

Though he had asked Light to buy him three minutes, Light seemed to be aiming for five.

Holding out for four was already no small feat.

But as his momentum faded, Light was gradually beginning to struggle.

Watching from the sidelines, Moyu could clearly see Light losing ground.

Yet Moyu still made no move, remaining in a state of Zetsu.

Because—

He would only get one chance.

So Moyu waited patiently, like a spider waiting for its prey to fall into its web.

Light did not know what Moyu intended to do, but he trusted him without reservation.

Even as the thread stretched taut began to show signs of snapping, Light had no intention of backing down.

Until he fell, he would do everything Moyu had asked of him.

Franklin had no idea what Moyu intended, either. All he could do was stay alert for any move from Moyu while fighting Light.

Still not moving?

Over those four minutes of fighting, Franklin