By six o'clock in Yorknew City, the sun had sunk deep below the horizon, leaving everything veiled in the faint haze of night.
Kurapika stared at his palm, caught in a bitter internal struggle.
Ahead lay revenge. He could follow the original plan, kill the Spider's key figure first, then sever its limbs after taking its head.
But behind him lay the lives of Feitan and the others.
They were merely coworkers he had known for a few days, barely even companions.
He had already resolved to give everything for revenge, even his life.
So why did every step forward feel so heavy?
He already carried the lives of his clansmen on his shoulders. Was he now going to bear the blood of even more people?
His fierce emotions tinged Kurapika's eyes red. Beneath the night sky, that color glimmered like a tiny flame, like a flower blooming in darkness, beautiful yet heartbreakingly tragic.
"A Luo, are those Spiders really that strong? Can no one escape them?"
A Luo gave a bitter smile.
"Not exactly. Forget everyone else-there are people like you and me, determined to get revenge on them, and we actually have the ability to fight them!"
"And there's Hisoka. That guy has been hunting Chrollo lately!"
"Oh, and the Zoldyck Family, the stronger Hunters in the Hunter Association... Anyway, plenty of people in this world can stand against the Spider. But that doesn't include the people attending tonight's Underground Auction."
"Compared to the seven Spiders heading to the Underground Auction, those attendees are just ants they can crush at will. The Mafia has made preparations, so they probably won't get away with the auction's treasures, but everyone going there tonight is doomed."
Kurapika closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them again, he turned and hurried in