Inside an abandoned church in Yorknew City.
More than a dozen figures gathered there silently, like ghosts.
They were the Phantom Troupe, the Class A criminal group whose very name struck terror into the entire underworld.
"Is everyone here?"
A tall man with short blond hair spoke. He was Phinks, the Troupe's acting commander.
"We're still missing the boss and Hisoka." Shalnark adjusted his glasses and glanced at the messages on his phone. "The boss said he'd meet us at the auction venue. As for Hisoka... who knows where that guy's run off to fool around this time."
"Hmph, forget that clown." Uvogin cracked his knuckles with a series of sharp pops, a bloodthirsty grin on his face. "I can't wait! What good stuff is up for auction this time?"
"Plenty." Pakunoda handed out copies of a report. "According to our intelligence, this auction has not only jewelry and antiques from the mafia's private collections, but also several extremely rare Nen Ability items. The biggest draw is a pair of the Kurta Clan's 'scarlet eyes.'"
"Scarlet eyes?"
At those words, quite a few of the members present looked intrigued.
"They're supposed to be one of the seven most beautiful things in the world," Shizuku said curiously, adjusting her glasses.
"Heh, they'll make a nice addition to the collection." Uvogin grinned.
As everyone discussed their targets, a petite young girl who had remained silent suddenly spoke.
"Everyone."
Feitan, the Troupe's interrogation expert, spoke in his distinctive hoarse, icy voice. "Before we discuss the mission, there's something I think you should all know."
Everyone turned their eyes to him.
Feitan took a photograph from inside his clothes.
It showed a stretch of green grass dotted with small white flowers.
"What's this? A landscape photo?" Phinks asked with a frown.
"This is Meteor