"This place was indeed very hard to find. It took us quite a bit of effort."
Suddenly.
A highly discordant voice echoed from a corner of the secret room.
The Mafia bosses—the Ten Dons—present couldn't help but look over, discovering that two figures had appeared out of nowhere.
One was a young man with a purple cross tattoo in the center of his forehead, blue earrings, slicked-back hair, and wearing a black coat with an inverted cross on the back. His eyes were pitch black. Next to him was a clown.
"So this is not a place you can be! Get out! Bodyguards!!"
The blond brute, one of the Ten Dons, imdiately roared.
He was also a Pro Hunter with decent strength, but now that he had taken a seat as a Mafia boss, he had almost forgotten his past identity as a Pro Hunter.
"Sobody! Sobody co quick!"
"Damn it! How did these two guys appear here? Who are you people?"
"Stop right there!"
The other Mafia bosses present also grew tense, pulling out their handguns and aiming them at the two intruders.
However, after the blond brute called out several tis without hearing any movent from the door, a cold sweat broke out on everyone's backs.
A faint scent of blood perated the air, and crimson blood slowly seeped in through the gap under the door.
The bodyguards outside had clearly all been eliminated.
Instantly, the expressions of everyone present turned incredibly ugly.
They didn't even know how these two guys got in, nor how they had silently wiped out their bodyguard detail.
Although the bodyguards outside couldn't compare to the Shadow Beasts, compared to ordinary people, every single one of them was at the level of a soldier king.
"You can go die first!!"
The blond brute evidently realized the situation was dire. He clenched a fist the size of a sandbag and directly swung it towards Chrollo.
His fist was equipped with steel-spiked brass knuckles, and aura enveloped it like a tangible current, packing the powerful force of a cannonball.
BOOM—
The fist struck Chrollo head-on, but it was directly blocked by his single hand.
Compared to Chrollo, the blond brute, who was nearly two ters tall, looked as muscular as a bull.
But an astonishing scene unfolded.
Chrollo remained standing calmly in place, while the blond brute exerted all his strength, the veins on his forehead bulging and his face turning red, yet he couldn't push Chrollo back an inch.
Instead, with a gentle wave of Chrollo's hand, the strong blond brute was directly swatted right into the wall.
An incredibly bizarre scene.
Then, a massive, swimming fish appeared behind Chrollo!
All the Mafia bosses present stared dumbfounded.
The swimming fish seed to swim through the air directly in front of the blond brute, then viciously bit off a section of his arm and swallowed it on the spot.
But what was utterly perplexing was that even though his arm was eaten, the blond brute, one of the Ten Dons, didn't seem to notice. He seed entirely unable to feel the pain in his arm.
Chrollo casually dragged a chair over from nearby and slowly sat down, calmly looking at these guys who were already dumbfounded and dripping with sweat.
These were the so-called illustrious Ten Dons!
They controlled a massive number of Mafia mbers and were considered emperors in the eyes of countless ordinary people.
But right now, in Chrollo's eyes, they were no different from a bunch of ants.
In the face of absolute power, their so-called status, wealth, and everything they possessed were nothing but illusions, vanishing like smoke and clouds.
The blond brute embedded in the wall didn't bleed a single drop of blood from his eaten arm. He had already lost all his previous fury and arrogance, replaced entirely by sheer terror and hysterical, panicked screams.
He watched in absolute horror as the terrifying Nen fish continuously ate his body. Yet, after every bite, his body showed no signs of bleeding!
He could even see his crimson muscles and veins.
An incredibly bizarre scene!!
The Nen fish could continuously devour the opponent's body, making them experience the most terrifying thing in life right before their death: watching themselves be eaten inch by inch, completely powerless to stop it.
Indoor Fish!
An ability Chrollo stole using his Nen ability, Skill Hunter.
The conjured Nen fish can only survive in a sealed room.
Those bitten by the Nen fish will not feel pain, bleed, or die until the Nen fish disappears.
The Nen fish can swim freely in the air, slowly devouring the enemy. Even if the victim's body is torn to pieces, as long as the brain remains, they will survive and remain conscious, experiencing the terror of death bit by bit.
This was what made it the most terrifying.
"Don't worry, you won't die that easily. You will get to savor the final monts of your life. Now, allow to introduce myself. I am Chrollo, the Boss of the Phantom Troupe, the very person you intend to put a bounty on."
The mont he spoke, the Mafia bosses present simultaneously gasped, their hearts pounding wildly.
Two of the more cowardly ones even slumped onto the floor on the spot.
They had just been discussing how to deal with this man, never expecting him to arrive right in front of them. One could imagine that this would be an irreconcilable enmity.
They never dread the Phantom Troupe would be this powerful, far exceeding everyone's expectations.
"Although I don't really want to explain things to ants like you, I still want to say one thing: we are also victims," Chrollo stated calmly.
The screams of the blond brute behind him grew fainter and fainter, as the Nen fish, under control, had eaten a part of his throat, causing his screams to leak air.
But this made it sound even more bone-chilling.
He served perfectly as a background prop behind Chrollo, successfully highlighting his terrifying nature.
Hisoka sat on the side with a look of amusent, watching Chrollo's performance.
"We can give you money! Give you money to buy our lives!"
"Everything is negotiable. If you kill us, the entire Mafia world will instantly fall into chaos! And before we die, we will definitely release all our information; by then, you will suffer our endless revenge."
"Since everything in the past was a misunderstanding, we should bury the hatchet."
"How about a hundred billion Jenny! Use this money to buy our lives."
...
The Mafia bosses present frantically racked their brains, nervously speaking up one by one.
Their ability to sit in the position of top Mafia bosses wasn't entirely due to their own extre strength, but rather a combination of various factors.
Take Light Nostrade, for example; a completely ordinary guy who managed to beco a super Mafia second only to the Ten Dons solely relying on his daughter's ability.
One could imagine that the word "Mafia"... in front of true powerhouses, truly wasn't much different from cannon fodder.
"The Ten Dons... right now you should be called the Nine Dons, but I feel nine is still too many," Chrollo said lightly.
As soon as his voice fell, the expressions of so Mafia bosses turned exceedingly grim, and they directly pulled their triggers.
They were n who licked blood off knife edges; they naturally understood the current situation.
Rather than waiting for the opponent's rcy, they might as well seize this last chance for themselves.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunshots rang out.
Bullets whined as they fired in a deadly volley!
But a scene that these people would never forget for the rest of their lives unfolded.
All the bullets stopped right in front of the two n.
To be precise, in front of Hisoka.
He spread his hands, and an invisible film expanded, entirely blocking all the bullets.
This was a technique he comprehended after his fight with Riku.
It was still the Texture Surprise ability, but now it granted him even more ways to utilize this power.
Even though Hisoka was currently missing an arm, his strength was even greater than before.
Swish, swish, swish!
With a gentle flick of the Nen film, the bullets were instantly shot back in reverse.
Pfft! Pfft! Clang, clang, clang~~
Two of the weaker Dons were instantly turned into honeycombs. Another two stronger ones condensed aura on their bodies, forcefully blocking the bullets, but were still left bruised and bleeding.
However, before they could even rejoice for a second, they saw a few crimson playing cards flash by.
They instantly felt a slight stinging sensation on their necks, and then blood spurted out like fountains. They desperately clutched their necks, trying to stop the bleeding, but it was useless.
Crimson blood continued to flow through the gaps between their fingers.
These previously high-and-mighty Mafia bosses were now like fish tossed into a dry desert, thrashing in agony on the floor.
The blood spread.
Striking terror into the hearts of everyone else present.
Ultimately.
They watched helplessly as these forr colleagues died just like that.
Although everyone present harbored ulterior motives and wanted to get rid of the others, watching these rivals die right in front of them brought them no joy or excitent, only bone-deep coldness and terror.
"We..."
One of the Dons opened his mouth to say sothing, but another crimson card flashed by, nailing directly into his forehead.
Even though he was a powerful Nen user, he was utterly defenseless against Hisoka's red card.
He opened his mouth in shock, stumbled two steps backward, his eyes bulging round.
A rattling sound ca from his throat, but ultimately, he crashed down like a machine that had lost power.
"..."
The scene was dead silent.
The remaining four Dons trembled all over.
Having occupied high positions for so long, they were now like beggars in the freezing wind, left with nothing but endless terror and despair.
"You don't have the right to speak until we've finished speaking. Truly impolite," Hisoka smiled eerily.
Chrollo remained expressionless.
"..."
The scene plunged into a profound silence. The four Dons trembled, their mindsets completely broken.
Because they also saw that the blond brute behind Chrollo only had a head left, his face still screaming in terror.
The opponent had been almost entirely eaten by that terrifying swimming fish.
Simply demonic.
Chrollo toyed with a dagger on the table; it was left behind by one of the old geezers earlier.
His gaze swept over the remaining four old n, sizing them up as if examining commodities.
The so-called Mafia bosses, the so-called emperors of the dark world.
In front of him, in the face of absolute power, they couldn't even compare to a clown, reduced to nothing more than dogs.
Normally, he wouldn't even spare these guys a second glance.
He wouldn't have any interaction with them whatsoever.
But now, the entire Troupe was facing an unprecedented crisis. Although these guys before him were just a bunch of dogs in his eyes...
The power they held was still enough to move the entire ordinary human world, with extrely widespread influence.
Pfft!
The dagger vanished from Chrollo's hand.
And then appeared in the head of one of the surviving Dons.
The old man, who didn't even know why he died, stared blankly in Chrollo's direction. He opened his mouth, wanting to say sothing, but couldn't utter a single word.
His head lolled to the side, blood flowing down his forehead as he died in his chair.
This nearly gave the three remaining old n heart attacks out of sheer terror.
This monster!
He actually killed without batting an eye, and was far more evil than they were.
They finally experienced the terror of prostrating beneath true evil forces.
In the past, they were the absolute evil forces, bullying others, burning, killing, looting, and committing every evil imaginable.
They even clamored that everything was as it should be, believing themselves to be the kings of the underground world, free to act recklessly.
They even found pleasure in listening to the screams and wails of those people, enjoying the thrill of torturing others.
But now, when this karmic retribution fell upon their own heads, not a single one of them could laugh.
In their hearts, there was only unprecedented terror and despair.
"I don't eat beef."
Chrollo stated calmly.
"..."
No one dared to answer him. The three old n before him trembled all over, not daring to utter another word, because the opponent hadn't given them permission to speak.
Their gazes were like three old dogs wagging their tails and begging for rcy.
It was truly disappointing. The deanor and presence of the forr Mafia bosses had vanished completely.
Quiet.
Deathly quiet.
The remaining three Dons looked eagerly at Chrollo like three tad old dogs.
"I need you to mobilize all your forces to help kill this person, and them as well," Chrollo stated calmly.
He took out photos of Riku, Gon, Killua, Kurapika, and the others.
Upon seeing this, the three Dons instantly began nodding their heads like chickens pecking at grain. They had no other choice.
"Very well. You won't disappoint ."
Chrollo nodded in satisfaction, leaving the photos on the blood-stained table.
The entire basent was now filled with a thick scent of blood.
Opponents who had been lively just a few minutes ago were now corpses.
Chrollo pushed open the door, and a cold gust of wind carrying the stench of blood blew in.
The Indoor Fish let out a whimper and vanished.
And the blond brute on the wall, who only had half a head left, finally felt the pain, letting out a shrill, hoarse scream of sheer agony.
After he died, his remaining half-face was embedded in the wall.
The three Dons watched as Chrollo and Hisoka left.
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