Bang.
An eardrum-shattering crash came from below the stairs.
Luo Ye stepped onto the warped iron stairs.
His battered canvas shoes slapped against them.
The farther down he went,
the stronger the smell of blood and gunpowder became.
By the entrance to the fifth-level cargo hold,
terrifying cracks had already spread across the corridor walls.
The special-alloy door weighed dozens of tons.
It had originally served as an impenetrable barrier sealing off the cargo hold.
Now, however, the savage nen erupting inside
had blasted a huge bulge outward in it.
Its hinges groaned with a teeth-grating screech of twisting metal.
It was on the verge of collapse.
Kurapika followed behind Luo Ye.
His breathing had fallen into disarray.
Within his brown irises,
the color of his Scarlet Eyes flickered wildly.
This was the greatest enemy of his life.
Even though he had already slain Feitan and those other veteran Spiders himself,
as long as Chrollo remained alive,
the fire of his vengeance would never die.
The hatred of the past,
the screams of his clansmen as their eyes were gouged out,
all surged into his heart at that moment.
But he forced down the urge to charge forward and fight to the death.
Because he knew full well
that as long as Luo Ye was in this cargo hold,
the rules here
were whatever this man in the Hawaiian shirt said they were.
Gon and Killua clenched their fists too.
They could both feel the suffocating pressure beyond the door.
Luo Ye kept his hands in the pockets of his beach shorts.
He walked up to the door.
Through the gap blasted open in it,
the scene inside the cargo hold
was nothing short of hell on earth.
The enormous space had originally been the size of two soccer fields.