Yorknew City.
At the entrance to the city's largest luxury underground auction house.
Fully armed mercenaries surrounded the place, sealing it off tight.
Political leaders and top tycoons from around the world lined up outside the gates.
Chrollo wore a fluorescent green security uniform washed so often it had faded.
He stood pale-faced at the ticket checkpoint.
The uniform reeked of cheap synthetic fabric.
Once, he could have stood here and ordered his men to slaughter the entire city.
Now he held a secondhand ticket scanner.
Beep.
He checked the tickets of politicians he had once considered his prey.
A plump Mafia boss walked over.
He looked at Chrollo.
Was this the man the world called the leader of the Phantom Troupe?
"Hey, buddy, are you sweating?"
The Mafia boss sneered.
Chrollo tightened his grip on the scanner.
Its plastic casing cracked.
Hisoka approached from beside him, wearing a skintight security uniform.
He shuffled cards in his hands.
"Keep running your mouth and I'll slice you into sashimi."
He radiated an intense, deranged killing intent.
The Mafia boss's knees buckled, and he scrambled into the hall.
Kurapika leaned against a load-bearing pillar nearby.
His former enemy had become a doorman.
He had wanted to draw his chain and take revenge.
But when he saw Chrollo gritting his teeth...
Kurapika burst out laughing.
He finally felt at peace.
For these lawless men with such a fierce desire to survive...
Being a capitalist's wage slaves...
Having to clock in and out on time every day...
Was ten thousand times crueler than killing them.
Inside, the auction house was already packed.
Everyone stared nervously at the stage.
A spotlight shone on center stage.
Luo Ye wore a fresh shirt he had changed into.
He walked onto the stage in tattered cloth shoes.
He