The downpour at Lin Palace Airport showed no sign of stopping.
Fierce winds whipped the icy rain across the empty tarmac.
Pakunoda supported Chrollo.
One step.
Then another.
They struggled toward the airship they had hidden.
Chrollo swayed on his feet.
He was more fragile than an ordinary person now.
That damned chain had sealed off the Nen inside him.
He was powerless.
Rain washed over the turtle drawn on his forehead.
The permanent marker hadn't smudged. Instead, its lines looked darker and shinier.
A blatant mockery.
"Boss..."
Pakunoda's voice trembled, thick with tears.
"Let's go back first. Everyone will find a way."
Chrollo said nothing.
He stared fixedly at the black sedan starting up in the distance.
There wasn't a trace of warmth on his face.
He had lost.
Lost utterly and completely.
His power was gone.
So was his dignity.
They were about to board the airship.
A figure appeared before them without warning.
A clown's outfit, with a teardrop and a star painted on his face.
His fiery red hair looked especially sinister in the rain.
It was Hisoka.
The Nen surrounding him was almost tangible, brimming with desire and anticipation.
"Chrollo..."
Hisoka stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, his face lit with feverish obsession.
"I've waited so painfully long for you."
"Now, at last, there's no one to interrupt us."
"Come."
"Let's begin this exquisite fight to the death."
Before he had even finished speaking.
His figure blurred as he lunged forward.
The air shrieked.
The playing card in his hand, coated with Bungee Gum, had become a deadly blade.
He could hardly wait to taste this sweetest of fruits.
And yet.
Faced with that lethal strike.
Chrollo stood motionless.
There was neither fear nor fighting spirit on his face.
Only deathly stillness.
And