Dividing Forces to Intercept, Spatial Suppression Breaks the Deadly Oath, Female Spiders Freed!

Deep within the rear hall of Yorknew City's underground venue, vast stretches of pitch-black, heavy alloy-and-concrete rubble trembled faintly. The air was filled with a pungent stench of blood, as well as—

The thick gunpowder smoke left behind on the marble walls after the black powder explosion. At this moment—

In a remote, dim, silent corner of the rear hall exhibition ruins, heaps of scattered, cracked, exquisite mahogany display racks lay toppled in pooled water. Cold water—

Continually flowed down through the gaps between the broken stones. Shizuku wore a fitted black turtleneck sweater. Round, oversized glasses rested on her face, making her look somewhat absentminded. Both hands—

Clutched tightly around the bizarre vacuum cleaner covered in sharp fangs. Nen beast: "Blinky." From Blinky's gaping, hideous mouth—

Emerged massive, invisible, distorted tornadoes of Nen. With extreme care and no trace of human emotion, she was rapidly—

And expertly sucking the rare world-famous paintings scattered across the black marble floor into the vacuum cleaner's great mouth over a wide area. The paintings spun in the gale before falling into the endless vacuum space. At her side, Machi, her long pink hair neatly tied back—

Pressed tightly against the sleeve of her pale blue kimono. Her golden eyes, as cold and lifeless as blades, vigilantly searched through the shadows of the fog-shrouded ruined corridor.

As underworld female assassins of the Phantom Troupe, they had clear divisions of labor, struck ruthlessly, and showed no mercy. They intended to forcefully seize all the rare paintings accumulated in this underground warehouse over decades in the shortest time possible.

Without leaving behind even the slightest trace. ... Buzz. Just as Shizuku completely sucked in the last ancient painting, the space in the dark air before them, originally blurred by the heavy fog, suddenly—

Rippled with dazzling,