"Mm. Thanks for coming on such short notice. I'll transfer your payment to your account in advance."
Inside East Lake Prison, Mizaistom spoke into his phone with a serious expression. A voice then came through the phone:
"No problem. Those poachers have been getting on my nerves for a long time, too."
Mizaistom acknowledged him with a grunt, then hung up.
Clearly, neither he nor the person on the other end cared much for polite small talk.
Across from him, a prisoner sat motionless on the floor with her head lowered. Two refined steel chains pierced her shoulder blades, and hard metal chains bound her entire body.
It was none other than Pakunoda, whom Vincent had defeated with ease.
Although she seemed incapable of resisting, Mizaistom knew that measures like these could only restrain third-rate Nen users.
What actually kept her subdued was the paralytic toxin Cheadle had injected into her body.
In fact, aside from the abilities of certain individual Nen users, the world had no particularly effective means of capturing Nen users.
This was especially true of Nen users in the upper three categories, whose powerful physiques could even render them immune to certain toxins to some extent.
That was why most Bounty Hunters and Crime Hunters preferred to execute wanted Nen users on the spot.
Unless there was a specific requirement to capture them alive, or they had another objective, as Mizaistom did now.
"The Phantom Troupe, huh-"
Mizaistom gazed at the seemingly lifeless Pakunoda, his expression complicated.
Last night, the moment he saw the enemy Vincent had captured, he had recognized her.
She was a member of the infamous Spider, the Phantom Troupe.
An A-class criminal gang responsible for countless atrocities around the world, they were elusive and extremely cunning. Not one of their actual members