A dark, windy night—the perfect time for murder, robbery, and all manner of illegal business.
Like the two people conspiring in the alley right now.
Chrollo leaned against the wall, unable to understand Illumi's actions.
The Phantom Troupe's "companions" should have been able to deal with the trouble they had brought upon themselves.
The other "companions" would respect the wishes of the person in trouble and decide whether to offer support.
If the "person in danger" insisted on going their own way, Chrollo would not try too hard to persuade them.
At most, he would help collect the body and kill the fools who had gone looking for death.
After all, Chrollo, who had crawled out of piles of corpses and founded the Phantom Troupe, had always believed in the survival of the fittest.
The weak found it difficult to survive in the Phantom Troupe.
However, compared to the brutally cold survival-of-the-fittest rules he applied to outsiders, Chrollo was always far more tolerant toward his companions.
That was the treatment "companions" deserved.
A wolf pack could hardly survive in a harsh environment by relying on the alpha alone.
Chrollo, who came from Meteor City, understood this very well.
Likewise, he understood the Zoldyck Family's bizarre "family rules" and their fierce protectiveness of their own.
The weak found it difficult to earn respect in the Zoldyck Family. Even the children of the family head had to prove their worth to the Zoldycks.
Talent was one of the criteria for "promise."
Those with high talent received favor and preferential treatment, while those with comparatively lesser talent received little attention or sympathy.
Coldness, inhumanity, mingled with twisted sickness and love.
That was the Zoldyck Family Chrollo had seen in Coleman.
Those assassins who moved through the darkness possessed the strict rules and demands