"You're a prisoner now. Since you're a prisoner, start acting like one."
Anyone else would have shown at least some change in expression after being mocked like that by someone they had once tormented!
Especially when captured by a survivor of a clan they had massacred, facing the possibility of being killed at any moment, any normal person would have panicked and felt afraid.
Death.
When faced with that unavoidable fate, everyone's instinct to survive gave rise to fear.
Even a deranged serial killer would inevitably feel some dread in the face of death.
But not Chrollo.
From the moment he was captured, even now as Kurapika beat him, his expression had not changed in the slightest.
"My capture was so insignificant that it didn't even appear in Neon's Prophetic Poem. In other words, this doesn't qualify as any danger to me at all."
Despite the many new injuries on his face and his disheveled slicked-back hair, his expression remained as relaxed and calm as ever.
He was even trying to provoke Kurapika, trying to control the pace of their conversation.
"You probably don't understand. Right now, I feel exactly the same as I would going out for a leisurely afternoon tea."
Sure enough, Kurapika was enraged and threatened Chrollo outright:
"You'd better watch what you say, because I can make those words your last at any moment."
To his surprise, Chrollo suddenly chuckled.
"You won't kill me. Your precious friends are still in my members' hands. If you could kill me, you'd have done it already. You wouldn't have waited until now."
Kurapika clenched his fists.
"You!"
Leorio glanced at Kurapika from the driver's seat.
"He's trying to goad you into attacking. Calm down, Kurapika. Gon and Killua are still in their hands. If you attack this guy now,