The wind over the wilderness smelled of gunsmoke and blood.
Loose stones trickled down the edge of the massive crater.
Uvogin stood at its bottom.
He was drenched in blood.
He panted heavily.
Every breath tugged at the wounds covering his body.
Neurotoxins raced through his veins, and his muscles twitched uncontrollably.
The damned leech eggs inside him were feeding on his aura.
But he didn't care.
Uvogin looked down at his fists.
The searing thrill of blasting his enemies to pieces hadn't faded yet.
This was combat.
This was the pinnacle of Enhancement.
He raised his head and surveyed his surroundings.
The Mafia vehicles were nothing but burning scrap.
The pursuers had all been wiped out.
The Shadow Beasts had all been wiped out.
Not a single enemy on this stretch of ground could still stand.
"Ha."
Uvogin let out a low growl.
He was thoroughly satisfied.
An icy Nen aura emerged from the darkness nearby.
It brimmed with hatred.
Uvogin's brows knitted tightly.
Another rat?
In the darkness.
A figure in a black suit stepped out.
His blond hair was glaringly bright in the firelight.
Kurapika.
Cold chains wound around his right hand.
There was nothing in his eyes.
Nothing but murderous intent toward the Spider.
He had been waiting all along.
Waiting for Uvogin to exhaust himself.
Waiting for his moment of revenge.
One end of the chain had already spread out in the darkness.
A net had taken shape.
Ready to capture him.
"The chain killer?"
Uvogin recognized him.
At the auction, this guy's accomplices had emptied the vault.
"Perfect timing."
Uvogin grinned, his smile bloodthirsty.
His strength was nearly drained.
But he was a member of the Phantom Troupe.
He couldn't lose face in front of some brat.
The air grew taut.
A carefully planned