After Chrollo left, the rooftop returned to silence, leaving only the Clown seated in the wheelchair.
"Already seen through? As expected, I can't fool him for long."
The Clown watched Chrollo's departing figure, seemingly sensing something.
"Forget it, even if he saw through me, he can't do anything about it. Continue to believe in that so-called prophecy or fate, Chrollo. Trusting in Nen abilities so much is your weakness."
The Clown muttered softly; his cooperative relationship with Chrollo was far less stable than it appeared. However, both were smart people who understood each other's value.
For instance, the Clown knew the weaknesses of the Nilapan Tribe, while Chrollo had strong combat power and had several group members under him.
Sitting in the wheelchair in hesitation for a moment, the Clown took out a phone from the Hunter World and dialed.
Beep... Beep... The phone was answered.
"4.5231.486GTTH.ASKGA424, star, fishing, golden goat."
