Speak If You Have Something to Say, Otherwise Get Lost!

Hearing Illumi's words, Chrollo raised a brow but neither confirmed nor denied it.

He had discovered Illumi while out looking for food. His movements were strange, his attacks clean and decisive; one look told Chrollo he was rare talent, so he had extended an invitation.

He had not expected Illumi to refuse him, only to join Luo Ye and the others later on.

That made him even more curious. What was so special about these people that had attracted Illumi?

When it came to the number of Nen users, he was confident he would not lose to Luo Ye's group.

Yet the truth was that Illumi had joined Luo Ye and the others, while Rasa, who had given him such a headache, had also died at their hands.

There was clearly something to Luo Ye and his group.

Chrollo said, "Rasa has always been cautious and rarely leaves home. The fact that he fell to you this time honestly surprised me."

As the saying went, one mountain could not hold two tigers, and District 11 could not accommodate two leaders. He had seriously considered how to get rid of Rasa.

But Rasa was far too good at keeping his head down. He rarely went out and spent virtually every day inside that strange house, leaving Chrollo unable to find a suitable chance to strike.

Just when he had thought it would take a long time to take District 11, Luo Ye and the others appeared. Not only had they taken the little girl Rasa's subordinates had offered up, they had killed Rasa as well.

When he received the news, he had been stunned for quite some time. He had even gone to investigate personally before confirming that Rasa had truly fallen to Luo Ye's group.

That was also why he had not appeared here with Nobunaga and the others. Confirming the matter had taken some time.

Luo Ye casually made up an excuse to brush him off. "It just so happened that someone on our side had an ability that countered his. Nothing more than a coincidence."

Luo Ye knew Chrollo was trying to probe their strength, but he had no intention of letting Chrollo uncover their trump cards. Otherwise, if a conflict broke out, they would be at too great a disadvantage.

Even though everyone on their side was strong, they could not underestimate Chrollo.

No matter how harmless Chrollo appeared now, Luo Ye would not forget that he was the future leader of the notorious Phantom Troupe.

"Oh?" Chrollo raised a brow. "Rasa's ability was space. Even in Meteor City, that is an exceedingly rare ability. What kind of ability could possibly counter his space?"

Though Rasa rarely left home, Chrollo had still found a way to obtain information about his ability. He had originally planned to copy it himself, but Rasa had died at Luo Ye's hands first.

What a pity. It seemed he would not be able to copy Rasa's spatial ability after all.

Just what was this ability Luo Ye claimed could counter space? Was it another spatial countermeasure, or some even stranger Nen ability?

Seeing him keep asking question after question, Feitan shot him an annoyed glare. "What, are you checking household registrations? Why so many questions? Speak if you have something to say, otherwise get lost!"

What the hell did other people's abilities have to do with him? Beating around the bush to fish for information like this—he definitely had bad intentions!

This guy looked respectable enough, but his smile was sinister and cunning. He had to be full of schemes. Yezi must not let this little brat fool him!

And he had even poured this man water. Yezi had never poured him water before.

Luo Ye looked at Feitan's openly hostile expression, his gaze turning strange.

Wait, was Feitan really this rude to Chrollo?

The Feitan from the original story had a bit of a temper, but he had seemed rather respectful toward Chrollo. Why was he acting so arrogantly now?

Or was it because of his presence that the butterfly effect had been triggered?