Confrontation at the Port: The Troupe's Declaration of War and a Conqueror's Intimidation

In less than ten minutes, Lin Ye appeared at the entrance to the departure port. He made no attempt to conceal himself, strolling onto the docks with a calm aura that nonetheless seemed to freeze the air throughout the port. On the docks, all eleven members of the Phantom Troupe turned at once. Eleven powerful streams of Nen locked onto Lin Ye simultaneously, their savage presence sweeping across the area. The ordinary dockworkers had long since fled in terror, leaving only Lin Ye and the Phantom Troupe. Feitan stepped forward first, his crimson eyes brimming with murderous intent as an Agony Nen Blade condensed into a slender black edge at his fingertips. "Lin Ye, it's time we settled our score from Yorknew City. You forced the Troupe to retreat, slaughtered our allies, and even dared to take the chairman's seat at the Hunter Association. You really have a death wish." Phinks clenched his fists, his arm muscles swelling as his Enhancement Type Nen seethed like molten lava. "Don't waste words on him. Just smash his head with one punch, take the supplies, and head to the Dark Continent to find treasure!" Nobunaga drew the Samurai Sword at his waist, coating its blade in Nen, his gaze icy. "Give the order, boss. We can tear him apart in an instant." Shalnark toyed with the Nen Phone in his hand, wearing an amused smile. "Lin Ye, your will ability is fascinating. If the boss stole it, it would surely become the finest ability in Bandit's Secret." Machi said nothing. She simply sealed off the surrounding space with Nen Threads, forming an invisible cage that cut off Lin Ye's escape. Bonolenov, Franklin, Shizuku, and the others also readied themselves for battle, waiting only for Chrollo's command to launch an all-out attack. Chrollo slowly