Yorknew City at night was hell on earth.
The air reeked of burning flesh and blood.
Four figures darted through the shadows of the buildings.
Like ghosts in the night.
Luo Ye ran in front.
His senses were working at full capacity.
He always managed to steer clear of the remaining Mafia members exchanging fire and the rampaging Spider before they crossed paths.
Gon and Killua followed close behind.
Leorio ran breathlessly, nearly tripping over the corpses by the roadside several times.
"Hey."
Leorio complained as he ran.
"Do we really need to go this far?"
"Couldn't we just watch TV at the hotel?"
Luo Ye didn't look back.
"Shut up, old man."
"You're blessed beyond belief to get to witness history firsthand."
"You'll be able to brag about this for the rest of your life."
They soon reached their destination.
An office building just a few hundred meters from the auction building.
Everyone inside had fled long ago.
Luo Ye kicked open the locked glass door.
The four rushed inside and ran all the way up to the rooftop.
The wind was strong up there.
They could clearly hear the explosions and sounds of fighting in the distance.
They also had a perfect view of the brightly lit auction building.
"The perfect VIP seats."
Luo Ye nodded in satisfaction.
He tore open a bag of chips and offered it to Gon and Killua beside him.
Then he raised the binoculars hanging around his neck.
Through the lenses.
The auction building.
The atmosphere was unbearably oppressive.
Chrollo Lucilfer.
The leader of the Phantom Troupe.
He stood amid the wreckage, holding a book.
A gentle smile rested on his face.
Before him.
Zeno and Silva had sealed off every escape route, one in front and one behind.
"So."
Zeno spoke slowly,