As Ilo said that, he showed no fear at all in the face of Chrollo's gaze.
The next second, a book appeared in Chrollo's right hand—Bandit's Secret!
This was Chrollo's Nen ability: a conjured book that could steal other people's Nen abilities. Once a person's Nen ability was stolen, they could no longer use that ability themselves.
Chrollo sealed the stolen abilities inside the book. But once the book disappeared, the stolen ability would also vanish.
To use a stolen ability, he had to materialize the book and hold it in his right hand. Whenever he wanted to use a stolen ability, he could bring the book out at any time.
Later, during his match against Hisoka at Heavens Arena, Chrollo had used an ability called Bookmark Theme. As long as he used the bookmark, he could still use the ability on that page even if the book was closed, and he could also use the ability from another page opened at the same time.
But now, Chrollo directly took out Bandit's Secret, and at the same time a large red cloth appeared in his left hand.
"Fun Fun Cloth!"
The ability Chrollo had stolen from Owl!
On the other side, Franklin's Nen bullets were ready to fire again. Beside him, although Shizuku did not know what was going on, she still silently took out her vacuum cleaner.
"Hisoka, what exactly is your relationship with Ilo?!" Chrollo looked toward Hisoka, who was standing leisurely on the second-floor railing.
"Heh heh heh!"
Amid that perverse laughter, Hisoka walked over to Ilo's side. His intentions were obvious without needing to be stated.
"Damn you, Hisoka! Are you with him too? Was this planned from the start?!"
Even Franklin, usually the good-natured one, could not stop himself from cursing in anger.
Even though the numbers on the field were four against two, he had personally experienced just how strong Ilo was in close combat!
And with Hisoka added in as well—yes, the man was a freak, but his strength was undeniably real. Otherwise, he would never have been able to kill the original Number 4 and take that spot back then.
This was bad.
Franklin's mood grew heavy.
"Four against two? That seems a little unfair~ How about adding me to the mix...?"
At that moment, a voice came from the doorway. And just as the words fell, the figure had already appeared on the stairs.
"Who are you?!"
Franklin aimed both gun barrels at Roy and spoke in a low voice.
Clearly, the newcomer had come to help Ilo's side. The situation had just gotten even worse!
At that moment, however, Chrollo's eyes locked deeply onto Roy, who had just arrived, and he said, "Uvogin was killed by you, wasn't he?"
"In a certain sense, yes."
"And Machi's group?"
"They're still useful to me, so I left them alive."
"Is that so?"
At this point, everything had already become perfectly clear.
There was only one road left to take.
Battle!
"Hisoka, Chrollo is yours to deal with. Consider it me honoring the promise between us. But if you can't handle him, we will step in."
Roy glanced at the visibly excited Hisoka beside him and gave him a reminder.
"Heh heh heh, don't worry. I've been looking forward to this day for a very long time."
Hisoka licked his lips. The naked possessiveness in his gaze as he looked at Chrollo was enough to make anyone shudder.
"As for the rest of you..." Roy swept his eyes across the room, then smiled directly. "None of the three of you are getting away!"
As he spoke, a faint glow spread across his body, and then three clones materialized—one to his left, one to his right, and one more beside him.
Four Bodies Technique!
"Damn it! This just got even more troublesome!"
The moment Franklin saw that scene, his heart sank even further. Now even escaping would become far more difficult.
Roy's calm voice dropped like a single droplet into boiling oil, instantly detonating the atmosphere.
"Whoosh—!"
In a blur of incredible speed, everyone instantly found their own opponent.
Hisoka went straight for Chrollo. Ilo still faced his old acquaintance Franklin. As for the three clones created by Four Bodies Technique, two of them went after Kortopi and Shizuku, while the last one ran straight toward the door.
Looking at the one-on-one clashes now unfolding across the room—at a situation where no one would be able to escape and there was no need for him to personally intervene—Roy raised his head, looked at the bright moonlight outside, and softly said:
"From this day on, the Phantom Troupe will be history~"
...
Meanwhile.
At one of the Nostrade Family's businesses.
"You bastards!"
The bodyguard team captain, Dalzollene, was covered in blood, with numerous slash wounds all over his body.
He no longer had the strength to stand. He could only support himself with his blade to keep from collapsing.
"Looks like this guy's will is strong enough too. But unfortunately, we want to know the Young Lady's exact location, so please tell us."
The baby-faced Shalnark spoke expressionlessly.
"Dream on!" Dalzollene spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. At his side, Linssen from the bodyguard team had already fallen into a pool of blood and stopped breathing completely.
"Then there's no helping it~" Nobunaga said as he raised his sword again.
"Hurry it up, Nobunaga. Finish the job and get back to the Boss as soon as possible. I don't know why, but I suddenly have a really bad feeling~"
Shalnark frowned as he spoke.
Dalzollene looked at Nobunaga's blade, his heart icy cold.
They were both experts with blades, but the other man's overwhelming slashes had made him suffer terribly.
He had not even lasted three moves against him. In fact, the moment the man drew his sword, he had already been heavily wounded.
"Where did these monsters come from?" Dalzollene gritted his teeth, filled with unwillingness.
When Kurapika had called him earlier and said that someone had set their sights on the Young Lady, he had only taken it somewhat seriously.
After all, the Nostrade Family had been riding high for many years, and the underworld already more or less knew the reason why the Nostrades had risen in the first place.
Every year, quite a few people targeted Miss Neon, but Dalzollene had always dealt with them.
Dalzollene was extremely confident in his own strength. Even after taking ten bullets, he could still remain safe and sound, which was why Light Nostrade valued him so highly.
And indeed, his strength was more than enough against ordinary Nen users.
But unfortunately, this time his opponents were the Phantom Troupe.
After Kurapika returned and made his analysis, he suggested that Miss Neon be moved somewhere else.
But Dalzollene had rejected that suggestion.
He could sense that, within the team, Kurapika posed a threat to his position as captain...
(End of Chapter)
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