"My clan's eyes are in this city! And the promised September 1st... Since it's clear it wasn't the Phantom Troupe, then the agreement with that guy..."
Kurapika recalled the words Hisoka whispered to him during the final hunter exam, and his emotions gradually calmed down.
"I'll find time to contact Hisoka again, and then we'll part ways."
He tightened the sword and dagger strapped to his back.
These were no longer wooden swords but new weapons materialized by his abilities.
If the one delivering the fatal blow isn't a criminal, but someone standing at the pinnacle of justice and authority, then there's no need for chains to imprison the criminal.
Instead, what he needs is a sword and dagger to break the tyranny of power!
"Kurapika."
Beside him, Melody, a small, bald figure with two large buckteeth like a rat's, looked at him with concern.
Just moments ago, Kurapika's heartbeat had been erratic, filled with excitement and turmoil, revealing the inner struggle and intensity he was experiencing.
Traveling together, Melody felt a pang of worry for Kurapika.
"I'm fine~"
Kurapika gradually calmed down and, noticing Melody's concerned gaze, gave her a gentle smile.
Meanwhile, in another room, Baise, who had just been assigned a task, was on the phone.
"Our boss got some intel from somewhere that someone plans to attack the auction tonight, so we should prepare early."
She toyed with the hem of her clothing, speaking lazily, "Don't you have any advice for me?"
"Advice? None needed."
Laughter came from the other end of the line, belonging to Morin.
"Do you trust my abilities that much?"
Baise pouted slightly, "What if a vicious criminal comes tonight, and I can't handle it?"
Morin: "There's no 'what if.' The one coming is indeed a criminal you can't handle."
Baise: "...And yet you still?!"
Morin: "Because I'm the one attacking the underground auction tonight."
Baise: "...?! ?!"
In an abandoned building, Morin hung up the phone.
"Who was it?"
Uvogin's large face leaned in, having overheard something about the underground auction tonight.
"It was my informant within the mafia, telling me about tonight's underground auction."
Morin glanced at Machi and Pakunoda and replied casually.
"You have informants in the mafia? Impressive."
Uvogin gave a thumbs up. "So, what did your informant say?"
"The mafia already knows about the planned attack on the auction tonight and has made arrangements."
"Hmm?!"
Shalnark, who was assigning tasks, looked up in surprise.
"How did they find out about the attack tonight?"
"Because within the mafia families, there's a special one called the Nostrad family."
Morin shared what was almost common knowledge in the underworld:
"Their heiress is a natural Specialist Nen user, who awakened a divination ability at birth, allowing her to accurately foresee future events."
"Oh? There's a Nen user like that?"
Shalnark showed interest. "No wonder our actions might be predicted."
He paused, "You said the divination Nen user is the heiress, right?"
"Yes."
"How old is she, and what does she look like?"
"Ahem, don't look at me like that."
Seeing Morin's subtle gaze, Shalnark cleared his throat twice.
"I'm just gathering detailed intel to make timely preparations."
He declared righteously:
"This prophecy ability would greatly aid our operations. If the leader could acquire it, future actions would be much more convenient."
"That does make sense."
Sitting on the stone platform, Chrollo gently closed the book in his hand, smiling:
"If the intel is accurate, I am indeed very interested in that ability."
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"At that time, I'll need you and Shalnark to create an opportunity for me," Chrollo said.
Shalnark immediately saluted, "Don't worry, boss. Leave it to us."
Morin shrugged, indicating it was no big deal. Originally, Neon's own reckless wandering led to her encounter with Chrollo. Using pickup techniques learned from Shalnark, Chrollo deceived her and successfully stole her Nen ability.
This spoiled little girl, if she continues to act on impulse, won't meet a good end. Morin recalled that later, when Hisoka fought Chrollo, Chrollo was unable to use Neon's divination ability.
There are only two possibilities for Chrollo's stolen abilities to disappear: either an Exorcist removed the Nen affecting him, or the ability's owner died. Morin leaned towards the latter for Neon's fate.
After all, he knew Chrollo had stolen Neon's ability, and Chrollo had even used it to predict his own future.
To prevent Chrollo from using this ability to predict the duel's outcome and ruin the fun, Hisoka might have preemptively cut off Chrollo's access to the divination ability.
Morin wasn't particularly concerned about Neon's fate, but as for tonight? "Baise will be there too, so I might as well meet up with her," Morin mused, glancing at Shalnark, who was full of enthusiasm. "Of course, he must not find out about this."
Otherwise, Shalnark, who has a knack for gossip, would start talking behind his back again. Speaking of gossip...
Morin looked at Pakunoda and Machi, noting that although they showed no abnormal behavior, there was a noticeable distance between them and him. It seemed that meeting privately would be better in the future; these group activities felt awkward.
As time passed, the day of August 31st arrived. The central district of Yorknew City gradually became lively.
The mafia bosses preparing for tonight's underground auction and the aristocrats, celebrities, and wealthy individuals arriving for September's grand auction had all gathered in Yorknew City, making it more bustling than ever.
Although this prosperity would only last a few days, it significantly boosted the city's economic development.
These wealthy elites and mafia families lived in separate worlds. While there might be private connections, in the city, they maintained a clear boundary. The elites were fully aware of the mafia's activities but chose not to interfere.
After all, once the auction ended, they would leave the city, avoiding unnecessary conflicts. Thus, during the day, a tense peace persisted, much to the relief of Yorknew City's residents, who feared potential mafia clashes.
In a room of a luxurious hotel, a cute little blonde girl with blue eyes, dressed in a red princess outfit, lay on the bed, boredly flipping through magazines provided by the hotel, her legs bouncing at the bed's edge.
"Creek?"
At that moment, the door suddenly opened. The princess-like girl paused her leg movement for a few seconds before resuming.
"Long time no see, Master Biscuit," Morin greeted as he entered the room, seeing Biscuit sprawled unceremoniously on the bed reading a magazine.
"How did you get in?" Biscuit asked without looking up. She had already identified Morin when he entered.
"Thanks to my tool, of course," Morin replied, tapping the [Universal Key] that could unlock any door.
"You could've told me you were coming," Biscuit said, finally looking up at Morin with mild annoyance. "I thought my most promising disciple had met some unfortunate end, given how long it's been since we last spoke."
"My fault, my fault," Morin quickly clasped his hands together, sincerely apologizing. Arguing with women, especially one as experienced as Biscuit, was a losing battle.
Admitting fault early was the best course. After all, he hadn't contacted his mentor in a long time, not even to check in.
"Hmm?" Biscuit's nose twitched at Morin's sincere apology, and her anger dissipated significantly.
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