"Is it confird?" Chrollo asked, his gaze turning serious at the unexpected news.
"It’s true. The mafia is resetting the auction venue, preparing the auction items," Shalnark replied.
At the base, Chrollo looked ahead. ’The Fla Kid has turned the tables.’ The auction items were the Phantom Troupe’s target. The auction’s restart was a clear trap, but the Troupe couldn’t ignore it.
’He’s prepared for a direct confrontation. Bold.’ This difficult situation brought a smile to Chrollo’s face.
"I understand. Full mobilization tonight," Chrollo said slowly into the phone.
"But Leader, this is clearly the Fla Kid’s plot. We don’t know why the Ten Dons agreed, but if we go..." Shalnark began, voicing his concerns.
"Shalnark, the Phantom Troupe never abandons what it sets out to take," Chrollo interrupted firmly.
It was undoubtedly Loki’s plot, but if Loki dared to choose a direct confrontation, was the Troupe afraid? No! That was Chrollo’s answer.
"Shalnark, are you worried the Troupe isn’t a match for the Fla Kid?" Chrollo’s counter-question left Shalnark speechless.
Shalnark’s rational mind would avoid the enemy’s plots. Despite his confidence in the Troupe, he didn’t want to fall into a trap.
This risky approach violated Shalnark’s way of thinking; he instinctively resisted.
Shalnark sighed. "Fine! As you wish, Leader!"
"Where’s Franklin?"
"At the hotel, monitoring the Nostrade girl."
"The Fla Kid’s other companions?"
"They should be at the hotel, but they might have left with the mafia. However, the Nostrade girl is still at the hotel."
"That’s enough. Just keep an eye on the girl."
"Understood."
Hanging up, Chrollo looked at Nobunaga, Feitan, Phinks, and the others. He smiled.
"Get ready! Tonight, we cause chaos!"
"Really?! Leader, I can’t wait to cut off the Fla Kid’s head!" Nobunaga exclaid.
"Nobunaga, don’t disappoint this ti," Chrollo said.
Nobunaga stood up, clenching his fist. "Don’t worry, Leader! I won’t disappoint you. I’ll personally cut off that kid’s head!"
Hisoka, in the corner, thought, ’What will Loki do?’ The Troupe finding Uvogin’s body had disrupted Hisoka’s plan.
He hadn’t had a chance to leave the base, contact Loki and Kurapika, and make a new plan. But Loki’s actions gave Hisoka a chance to contact Loki and Kurapika again, or to fight Chrollo alone.
Night fell. At the underground auction venue, Loki sat alone on a sofa, coffee in front of him. The door opened; five or six people entered. They saw Loki imdiately.
"This is the kid who ssed with the Phantom Troupe? He’s just a kid!" One man said, sitting beside Loki.
He stared at Loki, his gaze cold. After a long look, he scoffed. "He’s just an ordinary kid. How could he fight the Phantom Troupe? Are you mafia serious? You’re relying on this kid?"
Loki put down his coffee and turned. "Who are you?"
"Mr. Loki, this is Mr. Adrian, a professional killer. He’s very strong; he even assassinates professional Hunters," a mafia mber introduced.
Adrian smiled. "Kid, you’re a Hunter too! I love killing newbie Hunters. Be careful!"
The others were also killers. They doubted the information online.
They thought the Phantom Troupe wasn’t that strong, and a kid like Loki couldn’t be strong either. The information was nonsense. A brat was the mafia’s hope.
Adrian produced a short knife, running his thumb along the blade. "Kid, you can fool ordinary people, but not . Tonight, the Phantom Troupe..."
Swish! Loki’s arm moved, piercing Adrian’s chest. Blood stained the white sofa. Adrian’s eyes widened as he looked at his chest.
’So fast!’ Loki tossed Adrian’s body to the ground. "This guy isn’t even worthy of being cannon fodder."
Silence fell. Everyone stared at Loki in shock.
Everyone looked at Adrian’s lifeless body. He was a killer who assassinated Hunters, yet a kid had killed him in one move. Everyone gasped. It was too fast; they hadn’t seen what happened.
’This kid’s a monster!’ ’A real Nen user. His speed is too fast to see.’
Loki calmly looked at the others. Sweat beaded on their foreheads under his gaze. The information was true, even if he was a twelve-year-old.
"Mr. Loki..."
Loki frowned. "Are these the people the Ten Dons hired?"
"Yes!"
"Too weak. These are professional killers?" Loki sneered. If he’d said that earlier, they would have attacked. But now they were quiet, motionless, not daring to et Loki’s gaze.
Loki waved his hand. "They’re enough cannon fodder. Proceed with the auction as planned."
Loki tossed a fla onto Adrian’s body. Boom! The flas burned Adrian’s body to ash in seconds. The cremation scene shocked everyone.
"Since you’re here to deal with the Phantom Troupe, good luck," Loki said, his faint smile heavy with pressure.
"Get out!"
Everyone scrambled out. Loki’s oppressive aura was too strong; the killing intent made them feel a chilling wind at their backs.
The mafia retreated. The Yorknew City mafia was responsible for the outside; the inside was left to Loki, Kurapika, Gon, Killua, and Leorio, who were already inside. They were prepared for the Phantom Troupe.
The auction was at the top of the building. Loki guarded the way up. Anyone trying to enter from the air would et their end.
Night deepened. Loki stood by a window in the middle of the building, putting down his coffee.
"It’s ti."
He closed his eyes. Nen surged. Boom! Nen exploded outward.
"Ken!!"
A high-level application of Ken. Everything within the Ken’s range would be sensed by Loki, even enemies using In. The Ken expanded to a hundred ters in a breath.
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