The Black Whale's massive anchor chain slammed onto the black, rocky shore.
Sparks flew.
That thunderous crash announced the official landing of the most absurd expeditionary army in human history.
Luo Ye wore his battered canvas shoes.
He swaggered down the gangway.
Behind him came Shizuku, pushing a vacuum cleaner.
Behind her were five top-tier wanted criminals in cheap fluorescent-green security uniforms.
Ging and Beyond had been stationed at the forward camp with the advance team.
Hearing the commotion, they immediately brought their men over.
Ging had half a grass root dangling from his mouth.
His gaze lingered on Chrollo's and Hisoka's garishly green vests for a full five seconds.
The grass root fell to the ground.
Beyond's face, like old tree bark, twitched wildly too.
After all his years roaming the Dark Continent, what terrifying ancient magical beast hadn't he seen?
But the sight before him slammed his worldview into the ground and ground it to dust.
"Luo Ye."
Ging swallowed.
He pointed at the Phantom Troupe remnants, whose faces were as dark as the bottoms of cooking pots.
"Those murderous psychopaths who kill without batting an eye."
"You brought them here to work security for you?"
Luo Ye took out his battered ledger and casually flipped through a couple of pages, looking as though this were perfectly reasonable.
"What else would I do?"
"They wrecked their boss's private yacht."
"They couldn't afford the fine."
"Isn't working off their debt the most natural thing in the world?"
Luo Ye turned to Chrollo.
"New employee number one."
"Give these country bumpkins a smile."
"Show them the sunny corporate culture here at VIP Studio."
Chrollo's chest heaved like a broken bellows, and his clenched fists crackled.
But after glancing at Luo Ye's pitch-black eyes, he forced out a stiff smile uglier