The riot inside the Ohara Museum continued, while the Bit City's police force was mobilized to immediately evacuate nearby civilians and implement roadblocks.
Due to the vast size of the Ohara Museum, the dispatched police force couldn't completely surround it.
By the time the special forces arrived, the police had used patrol cars as cover, setting up defensive positions near the main entrance and surrounding walls, firearms at the ready.
At the same time, three helicopters flew in, hovering over the Ohara Museum, their bright searchlights sweeping across the interior.
Of these three helicopters, one belonged to Bit City's largest media company, while the other two were police helicopters tasked with surveying the situation inside from above.
Inside the museum, Kirlo had been burned to death.
Law glanced at the scene indifferently, while the members of the Phantom Troupe remained silent.
After a moment, Feitan, who had expended a significant amount of his Nen, finally broke free from the overwhelming emotions that had enraged him. He dispelled the strange outfit covering his body and raised his sword, assuming an offensive stance.
'Unforgivable. Unacceptable!'
Feitan's eyes were filled with bone-chilling coldness. His mind was consumed by the sole thought of killing Law, with no regard for the consequences it might bring to the Troupe.
He moved abruptly, but Nobunaga had anticipated this and intercepted him midway.
Clang!
Blades collided, sparks flying.
"Do you want to die?"
Feitan's grip on his sword didn't loosen in the slightest, his cold gaze fixed on Nobunaga.
Kirlo had delivered the sword to them, even risking danger to toss it to Nobunaga at the time. Yet, even in death, he would never have imagined that the sword he'd sent over would end up being used to block a fellow member.
The two blades pressed against each other, neither yielding. Feitan and Nobunaga's strength clashed through their weapons, but Feitan's power was slightly superior, gradually overpowering Nobunaga.
In terms of raw physical strength, Feitan ranked fourth among the Troupe members, while Nobunaga was eighth… even weaker than seventh-ranked Bonolenov.
"If you don't want that stupid head of yours rolling, stay put."
Nobunaga's forehead bulged with veins, his expression turning fierce. If Feitan hadn't recklessly acted out, this matter would've been resolved long ago.
Law glanced at Nobunaga, who was still confronting Feitan, and lowered his eyelids slightly. If Nobunaga hadn't stepped in to block Feitan, he would've undoubtedly finished Feitan off within a minute.
However, Law held the advantage, while Feitan was at a disadvantage. Feitan's irrational charge could very well have cost him his life.
From this perspective, Nobunaga's intervention was likely motivated by a desire to prevent the situation from escalating further and to avoid further losses within the Troupe.
In just a few seconds, Law discerned Nobunaga's intentions but showed no reaction.
He withdrew his gaze and turned his attention to the other Troupe members.
Chrollo, Franklin, Shalnark, and Uvogin all breathed a silent sigh of relief when they saw Feitan being stopped by Nobunaga.
Not only did Feitan's actions risk pushing the Troupe into a dire situation, but continuing to provoke Law in such a state was nothing short of suicidal.
It seemed hot-tempered people truly lost all reason when consumed by rage.
Phinks's eyes were sharp as blades, his fists clenched in silence.
He was far calmer than Feitan. Though he desperately wanted to join his comrades in crushing Law's skull, he also recognized the reality of their circumstances.
If Law was willing to reconcile for Uvogin and Nobunaga's sake, it would be the best possible outcome for the Troupe.
"Two conditions, and you can have the arm back."
With the troublemaker dealt with, Law raised two fingers toward Chrollo.
"Law."
Uvogin couldn't help but step forward. While he hoped the conflict could be minimized, he didn't want Law to leave too negative an impression on the other Troupe members… after all, both sides were important to him.
"Uvogin, if not for the sake of you three…" Law said coolly, meeting Uvogin's gaze, "Chrollo would've been long dead before the rest of you even arrived. Now, all it takes is two conditions to get his arm back and ensure your safe retreat. Isn't that enough?"
During his fight with Chrollo, if Law had been intent on killing him, how could Chrollo still be standing now?
Upon hearing this, Uvogin gritted his teeth, frustration and anger boiling inside him with nowhere to vent.
At this moment, Chrollo spoke up calmly, "What are the conditions?"
Law turned to him, his tone indifferent, "Originally, the conditions I had in mind weren't excessive… they might've even been mutually beneficial. But thanks to someone's rabid behavior, I'm no longer in a good mood. So I've changed my mind."
As he spoke, Law cast a disdainful glance at Feitan.
The latter noticed the glance, and his fury flared even hotter. If not for his depleted stamina and the injury from that earlier kick, he would have already broken free from Nobunaga's restraint and charged at Law without a second thought.
Law couldn't be bothered with Feitan and turned back to Chrollo, "First, hand over all the loot you took tonight. Second, starting today, no matter what the Phantom Troupe does in the future, you are never to target the Kurta Clan."
These were the two conditions Law had laid out. Before stating them, he had deliberately thrown the blame onto Feitan's back… though it remained to be seen what consequences that would bring later.
Compared to the first condition, Law saw this as an opportunity to resolve the Kurta Clan issue once and for all, saving himself the trouble of tracking them down in the future.
As for the contents of the three cases, Law planned to claim them for himself as compensation for tonight's trouble.
If not for Feitan's antics, he might have left the Troupe with something.
The second condition left the Troupe members baffled… except for Chrollo, whose mind stirred slightly.
The Scarlet Eyes of the Kurta Clan were one of the Seven Beauties of the World.
Chrollo had recently developed a keen interest in collecting the Seven Beauties, treating it like a card-collecting game. He had vaguely entertained the idea of gathering all of them.
Tonight's raid on the Ohara Museum had two purposes: one was for the ancient books and valuable antiques, and the other was for one of the Seven Beauties being displayed tonight.
However, Chrollo hadn't mentioned this to the other members.
'Tonight's operation was just the beginning. So why would Law bring up this condition? Was it a coincidence?'
'The Kurta Clan is a reclusive people. No intelligence network has any information on them. What connection could he possibly have with them?'
Chrollo's confusion didn't show on his face.
Regardless, the first condition meant all their efforts tonight had been in vain… on top of losing a comrade.
Before Chrollo could respond, Uvogin suddenly asked, "If Machi were here, what would you do?"
Law froze, then after a brief silence, he replied calmly: "Nothing would change."
"Machi... she even wanted to pick out some valuable artifacts to give to you as gifts." Uvogin clenched his fists.
'If possible, I'd rather she gave me artifacts from exploring ruins, rather than going on a killing spree and then giving me a few blood-stained antiquities.' Law sighed. He had considered posing a hypothetical question to Uvogin but decided against it.
"I accept."
Chrollo's voice cut through the tension. This was the conclusion he had reached after a dozen seconds of deliberation.
In an instant, an unprecedented sense of defeat seemed to weigh down on the Troupe members.
Buzz...
The sound of helicopter rotors filled the air as two or three aircraft hovered overhead, their spotlights sweeping over the group below.
Uvogin slowly tilted his head back, his eyes bloodshot like a beast's as he glared at the helicopters.
Right now, he had pent-up rage with no outlet. Suddenly, he charged toward a row of trees lining the road, uprooting three in quick succession. With a surge of Nen, he hurled them at the helicopters.
One after another, the trees struck their targets with precision. The deafening crunch of metal echoed as all three helicopters plummeted to the ground, exploding into fiery wrecks.
Salin, who had remained uninvolved until now, frowned coldly at the sight.
Law hadn't expected Uvogin to act out like this and could only sigh inwardly once more.