The Strongest Assassin of the Zoldyck Family! Chapter 677 - 674

"Yes, it really has nothing to do with your Kurta clan," Hooker said. "But then, who does it have to do with? Who exactly turned teor City into that kind of place? It wasn't any single person—it was all the people from outside. The Underworld Mafia, the V5, all kinds of small countries… As long as so of the trash you all produced was sent to teor City, then how can you say it has nothing to do with you?

Your Kurta clan is innocent, but so is teor City. When I first arrived in teor City, I saw many tragic situations. On the surface, the actions of the Phantom Troupe didn't seem to help teor City much, but I could feel that the situation there was gradually improving. I could sense that the Phantom Troupe weren't rely criminals. They were Heroes!

That's why I joined the Phantom Troupe."

Kurapika let out a cold snort. "Not rely criminals? Heroes?! How nice that sounds. My Kurta clan lived in seclusion for generations—what dealings did we have with the outside world? Why did they take revenge on us? Why dig out the eyes of my clan and treat them as rchandise?"

Hooker shook his head. "That I don't know. I only heard a little about what happened back then. I don't really understand it.

All I know is that slaughtering the Underworld Mafia is completely justified. In the past, teor City had hundreds of thousands of people, all trafficked by the Underworld Mafia. And … what the Underworld Mafia did to was even worse. They locked away in a dark room that never saw the light of day, treated like a rat, injected with drugs, subjected to surgical experints—a living hell.

The Underworld Mafia built an enormous biological laboratory in Aurean. Countless people inside were treated that way. Until one day, when the base suddenly exploded, I finally had a chance to escape.

But very, very few made it out. Most died at the hands of the Underworld Mafia. They used us as test subjects and still wanted to take our lives. Shouldn't I take revenge on them? If I hadn't encountered Ron on my escape, I would have died under their pursuit."

Kurapika froze for a mont. "Ron? Which Ron?"

Hooker looked at him. "Is there soone nad Ron among the people you know?"

"A friend of mine," Kurapika replied.

Whether Ron considered Kurapika a friend, Kurapika didn't know—but Kurapika thought of Ron as a friend.

"The Ron I know shouldn't have any dealings with you. Although he recently appeared in Yorknew, he isn't with the Underworld Mafia; he has another background."

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Hooker asked cautiously, "Is the Ron you know strong?"

"Very strong, far beyond ," Kurapika said.

Hooker scrutinised him. "The Ron I know is also far beyond ."

At this point, Hooker felt that the two Rons were probably the sa person. In this world, Ron wasn't a common na. Among Nen users, there were very few nad Ron, and even fewer who could beco exceptionally strong. At least within Hooker's knowledge, he had never heard of another.

"Ron cos from an assassin family."

Kurapika's brow twitched slightly. "The Ron I know also cos from an assassin family."

The two exchanged a glance. With coincidences piling up to this extent, there was almost no doubt—the Ron they both knew was the sa person.

For a mont, Kurapika's expression beca sowhat awkward. First, Hooker hadn't participated in the Phantom Troupe's massacre of the Kurta clan.

Second, once it beca clear that the Ron Hooker knew was the sa Ron he knew, Kurapika began to believe what Hooker had said. In that case, Hooker's actions against the Underworld Mafia were reasonable.

"Sorry."

"No need. From what you've described, you clearly have a deep blood feud with the Phantom Troupe."

Kurapika hesitated. "But I still can't let you go. I must take revenge on the Phantom Troupe, and you're one of them, so I can't let you leave. But I won't take your life… unless you can leave the Phantom Troupe."

Hooker shook his head. "I could never leave the Phantom Troupe."

"Why? You clearly aren't the sa as them."

"When I had nowhere else to go, it was teor City that took in."

The two fell into a stalemate.

After a long silence, Kurapika looked up. "Then tell sothing—pick so things the Phantom Troupe has done that you feel you can talk about."

"....Alright." Hooker nodded and slowly began to speak.

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Elsewhere, Illumi's needlen had already entered the ark. Ron had attached caras to them.

Since the Ten Dons inside the ark could communicate with the outside world, Ron deduced that the ark didn't block electromagnetic signals—and this turned out to be true.

On a laptop, nurous video feeds appeared, and voices followed one after another.

"Please choose your identity."

The voice was completely chanical, without a hint of emotion, and it ca directly from the air itself. As Illumi controlled the needlen to move, Ron could clearly observe the surroundings on the screen. It was almost certain that this voice wasn't spoken by any person but was emitted by a Nen entity.

"Ordinary human."

"Seed."

"Data."

"Guard."

"Administrator."

Ron's brow lifted slightly. This felt very much like a ga—upon entering, one had to choose an identity. Different identities led to different routes, but what exactly they ant could only be known after choosing.

Illumi said, "I have ten needlen, and there are five identities here. I'll assign two to each. Ron, what do you think?"

"I think that's fine."

Illumi began controlling the needlen, and soon they had made their selections: two chose ordinary human, two chose seed, two chose data, two chose guard, two chose administrator.

In the next mont, a special power descended upon these needlen.