Upon seeing the familiar photo above, even though it had been obscured so that ordinary people wouldn't recognize it, Killua could still identify it.
"The photo on top is definitely Morin. If the mafia has issued a bounty on him, it must be related to the incident at the underground auction last night."
Last night, the entire Yorknew City was in chaos, and of course, Killua and the others heard bits and pieces about it.
"If soone dared to attack the underground auction, and with Morin involved, then this ans..."
"Phantom Troupe!" Gon said solemnly, his brow furrowed as he uttered those four words.
He was the first among the three to know that Morin was a mber of the Phantom Troupe. Not only Morin, but Hisoka was also one of the mbers.
Fortunately, the Phantom Troupe wasn't the real culprit behind the Kurta Clan's massacre, so Kurapika wouldn't clash with Morin and the others over this.
This was a blessing in disguise.
"That's right, the photos of the two people above, they're called Uvogin and Nobunaga, right? We saw them at the Heavens Arena." Killua pointed to the photos of Uvogin and Nobunaga.
"They are mbers of the Phantom Troupe, and Morin is hanging out with them... So, he is indeed one of the Troupe mbers?!"
"Troupe? What Troupe?!" Leorio, noticing that Killua and Gon seed to know sothing, imdiately leaned in.
Then, he saw the photos above.
"Hey?! Isn't that Morin?!" Leorio instinctively shouted, then quickly covered his mouth as if realizing his mistake. What an idiot!
Killua glared at Leorio with deadpan eyes, unable to muster a retort.
Leorio, realizing he might have said sothing he shouldn't have, guiltily shifted his gaze,
noticing that quite a few people were looking at them with strange expressions. Their lips curled into faint, seemingly malicious smiles.
"Did you just ntion soone's na among this group? Do you know them or are you their accomplice?" A burly man with a nacing grin approached Leorio and the others.
The crowd dispersed, leaving space for the burly man and Leorio's group. However, the way they stood faintly encircled Leorio and his friends.
The noise in the area gradually subsided, and greedy eyes fixed on Leorio.
That's 2 billion! Enough to live a life of luxury!
No one would let go of even the slightest clue!
"Things are getting a bit tricky now, huh?" Leorio said, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple, feeling a bit of a headache.
Of course, it was just a headache. Almost none of the people present were Nen users, so breaking out would be easy given their abilities.
But escaping was one thing; dealing with the persistent attention afterward was another...
Leorio almost wanted to slap himself.
So, what should they do now?
Leorio adjusted his glasses, his eyes suddenly serious.
"No choice, huh?"
He sighed lightly, his hands imdiately covered in Nen, while Killua and Gon beside him also instantly entered combat mode.
"Looks like you don't plan to cooperate, huh?" The burly man sneered, seeing Leorio and the others' stance, and slowly approached them.
"If there's money involved, we should all share it. Keeping the information to yourself isn't fair..." The man said as he advanced, trying to use his presence and words to pressure Leorio and his friends.
However...
"Are you looking for ?" A light chuckle echoed from the crowd.
"Hmm?!"
Everyone instinctively looked towards the source of the voice.
There, in a corner of the area, stood a man and a woman.
The man, who had spoken, wore a playful smile, his eyes scanning the crowd with a hint of amusent.
"Two billion, just for bringing here, such a sum," the woman with long, pink-purple hair beside him said, seriously examining the newspaper picture in her hand. Then she slowly raised her head:
"So if I co here voluntarily, how much will you pay ?" she asked.
The scene rewinds.
After Morin and his group wiped out the Shadow Beasts, they returned to their base. At that ti, Hisoka was still out, having a rendezvous with Kurapika.
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When Morin laid out all the auction items, Chrollo's eyes were imdiately drawn to the "Mummy of Princess Korko." As Shalnark had predicted, Chrollo had no intention of retreating just yet. He wanted to eliminate any future threats once and for all.
"We don't need to worry too much about the Ten Dons. I've already hired an expert to deal with them," he said, gently stroking the mummy while addressing the mbers of the Troupe.
Hmm, the so-called expert must be Illumi.
In the original scenario, the Ten Dons hired Silva and Zeno to take on Chrollo, while Chrollo enlisted Illumi to deal with the Ten Dons.
It was a battle of wits and skills across three generations. Whoever completed their assassination first would nullify the other's contract.
Until the results were in, both sides would do their utmost to assassinate each other. It was a classic example of the Zoldyck family's modus operandi.
Chrollo had hired Illumi, while the Ten Dons couldn't afford to hire Silva and Zeno. With Morin's Phantom Troupe involved, it was already a top-tier contract, one even the Ten Dons couldn't afford.
"Once the situation with the Ten Dons is resolved, we'll pay a visit to the Nostrade family," Chrollo said with a light chuckle. "This assembly ends here."
"This ti around, it felt a bit dull compared to before," Uvogin laughed heartily. "Aside from those Shadow Beasts giving a slight sense of battle, the other mafias were nothing special."
"After all, they're just a bunch of nobodies," Feitan remarked, pulling out his favorite book from his coat and finding a stone platform to sit on.
Since they didn't need to take action against the Ten Dons, they could just wait and pass the ti.
His fox-like eyes glanced sideways at the heated card ga below. Kurotopi's face was hidden, so his expression was unclear, while Pakunoda wore a faint smile.
Bonolenov's face was wrapped in bandages, but his movents during the ga suggested he was losing, his aura sowhat gloomy.
As for the last one...
"Cluck, cluck" Even from behind, Feitan could hear Phinks gritting his teeth.
No need to ask—among the players, Phinks was definitely losing the most. Despite lacking the skill for mahjong, he seed to enjoy being beaten.
Feitan took one look at Phinks' ga and shook his head lightly. No need to guess; Phinks was bound to lose again. The only question was when and how much he would lose.
The four were so engrossed in their mahjong ga that even when Shalnark and the others returned to hand over their tasks and observed the ga, they paid them no mind. This rare group activity had turned into a mahjong session.
Franklin and Shalnark joined in to watch the ga. Feitan quietly read his book on the side, while Nobunaga glanced around the room.
"Why haven't we seen Hisoka around?" he asked.
"He ntioned he had a date and went out," Chrollo replied, examining the mummy.
"A date?!" Uvogin frowned. "When I arrived in Yorknew City, I saw Omokage. Could it be that Hisoka's date is with Omokage?"
Uvogin's brow relaxed. "Those two didn't follow the Troupe's rules, casually swapping around. What do they take our Troupe for?! And they're both acting all secretive—definitely up to no good!"
"Boss!!" Uvogin grinned widely. "Let go find Hisoka and get to the bottom of this! And while I'm at it, I'll bring Omokage's head back!!"
"Hisoka is one of us," Chrollo said without looking at Uvogin, but his aning was clear: "Until we're sure he's betrayed us, there's no infighting within the Troupe. However..."
He smiled slightly. "Omokage is no longer one of us."
"Understood, Boss!!" Uvogin said, his face alight with excitent. "Leave this to !!!"
Hisoka was a mber in na, but if they found evidence of his betrayal, they could take action against him. As for Omokage?
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