The night wind swept across the wilderness.
It stung their faces.
The Mafia car's engine roared furiously.
Its tires spun wildly over the gravel, kicking up clouds of dust.
Inside the car.
Kurapika gripped the steering wheel tightly.
He had the accelerator floored.
Uvogin lay dumped in the back seat, trussed up like a parcel with specially made chains.
"Go faster."
Kurapika stared into the rearview mirror.
Up in the sky.
Aboard the enormous hot-air balloon.
Several dark figures moved without a sound.
They leaped straight down from dozens of meters above.
Thud.
Thud.
The tremendous impacts punched several shallow craters into the ground.
Feitan, Nobunaga, and Machi.
Their eyes brimmed with savage killing intent.
Someone had dared abduct a member of the Phantom Troupe right in front of them.
There was no greater provocation.
Feitan was the fastest.
His short frame skimmed almost flush with the ground.
He left an afterimage that the naked eye could barely track.
His slender blade was already drawn.
It aimed straight for the Mafia car's rear tire.
One slash was all it would take.
He could wreck the car and kill everyone inside.
Just as he was about to strike.
A figure abruptly appeared in the middle of the road.
Blocking his path.
Luo Ye.
He had both hands in his trouser pockets.
He watched Feitan charge toward him.
And sighed.
It's the middle of the night.
Can't a guy go back to his soft hotel bed and get a good night's sleep?
Do we really have to play out this life-or-death car chase?
Still.
Since I promised my former employee paid after-sales service.
I have to go through the motions.
"No getting through here."
Luo Ye spoke with a cheerful smile.
Feitan had no intention of slowing down.
There was nothing in