Yorknew Comes to an End

At four in the morning, the air in Yorknew still carried a faint scent of gunpowder, while the streets gradually fell silent. Inside the abandoned old train station in the western part of the city, the Phantom Troupe members gathered in silence, the atmosphere as heavy as though it were pressed down by fog.

Chrollo stood at the center of the moonlit platform, his expression unchanged as he swept his gaze over his companions. He spoke calmly. "We've basically figured out the chain user's abilities. For now, we're withdrawing from Yorknew. Our next priority is finding a Nen user capable of removing Nen. This must be done as soon as possible."

Feitan leaned against a shadowy pillar, his gaze as cold as a blade. He was clearly deeply dissatisfied with the outcome of this operation, but he said nothing. He merely kicked the stones at his feet impatiently, producing a crisp clatter.

Nobunaga's arm was still wrapped in thick bandages. The wound caused by last night's sniping Nen bullet was not fatal, but it still throbbed faintly. He lowered his eyes to the bandages and said softly, "I'll remember that hidden sniper. Sooner or later, I'll settle this score with him."

Machi reached over and tightened the bandage around Nobunaga's arm. Her tone remained calm. "Bear with it for now. The boss is right. We need to find someone who can remove Nen as soon as possible, or it'll be hard to do anything else."

Nobunaga nodded and stopped complaining.

Chrollo raised his head again and looked toward the sky, which was gradually beginning to brighten. "Let's go. It's time to leave."

A moment later, a pitch-black truck slowly drove into the station. The Troupe members boarded one after another in silence. Once the truck started moving, its taillights gradually