Chapter 79: A Woman's Intuition
Yorknew City, Underground Auction House.
Porcupine stared at his companion lying in a pool of blood, his face deathly pale. The figures before him were the real monsters.
What were he and his comrades compared to them? Just trash with monstrous appearances but weak combat power.
Boom!
Uvogin delivered another powerful punch from above, slamming Porcupine to his knees instantly. His legs sank into the hunter-grade floor with a cracking sound.
The sound came from both the hard floor and Porcupine's bones.
In that single strike, Porcupine's leg bones had been crushed. Then, with a twist, his body was contorted like a twisted rope, dead beyond doubt.
Uvogin casually tossed Porcupine's corpse aside and laughed heartily,
"All Shadow Beasts have been eliminated! Come forward if you're not afraid to die!"
Looking at the five Shadow Beast corpses lying in pools of blood, the gang members present turned ashen-faced, completely losing their will to resist.
Even the elite combat unit, the Shadow Beasts, were no match and had been killed. Why would they throw their lives away?
There was no reason to do so, nor were there such fools.
Thinking this, they all scrambled to escape in panic, especially the bodyguards hired by the gangs.
There was no reason to risk their lives for such meager pay.
The most cunning of all was Baise. Almost the moment the Phantom Troupe appeared, she assessed the situation and quietly slipped out through the back door. Sometimes a woman's intuition is terrifyingly accurate.
Uvogin took pure pleasure in killing. Seeing this situation, he naturally took the opportunity to beat the drowning dogs, shouting as he chased after them and unleashed a violent massacre. In an instant, twenty or thirty more gang members' bodies were blown apart.
Blood splattered everywhere, severed limbs flying through the air.
In terms of numbers, the gangs held an absolute advantage. But against absolute power, numerical superiority seemed so fragile.
Hundreds of gang members had been completely terrified, losing their fighting spirit and becoming lambs for the slaughter.
Meanwhile, the Troupe members walked forward as if strolling through a garden amidst the bloodshed.
The gang members continuously retreated.
Thump!
A gang member felt himself bump into something hard. Looking up, he saw a terrifying face covered with scars, like something from a mad scientist's experiment.
His face instantly turned pale. He wanted to scream, but couldn't utter a single word. The sound was stifled before it could emerge, trapped in his throat.
Crack.
His head drooped powerlessly to one side, like a frostbitten eggplant.
"Franklin, how's the situation on your end?" Feitan greeted the newcomer, though his gaze remained fixed on the person Franklin was carrying in his left hand.
Franklin casually tossed the person in his left hand toward Feitan and said, "Encountered four Shadow Beasts. Killed three. This one's their leader."
"The auction items in the underground vault have all disappeared without a trace. We need to use your ability to make this guy talk."
"Don't worry." Feitan replied calmly...
Upon hearing this, the other Phantom Troupe members turned their gazes toward the unconscious Owl, their faces showing pity.
No one could endure Feitan's interrogation methods.
Falling into his hands meant death was the only release.
"What about those guys?" Shalnark pointed at the fleeing gang members.
Uvogin's murderous methods, which treated killing as entertainment, were rather inefficient.
Franklin glanced over and said, "Leave them to me."
He spread his hands toward the crowd, his Nen ability gathering in his palms.
His ten fingers suddenly detached, connected to his hands by chains that fluttered in the wind.
The fingerless hands resembled ten dark gun barrels.
"All of you, die!" Franklin roared with a ferocious grin.
Double Machine Gun!
This was Franklin's Nen ability—transforming both hands into gun barrels that fired lump-shaped Nen bullets from the ten finger ports.
Of course, he could fire Nen bullets without modifying his fingers, but he believed "this way seems more powerful!" That's why he severed his fingers. In fact, the destructive power of his Nen bullets increased dramatically, allowing him to fire more effective bullets indefinitely.
The power of Franklin's Nen bullets far surpassed that of ordinary bullets. If General Kubo of Jappon were still alive to witness this, he would understand that some eras never truly pass.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The Nen bullets tore through the gang members' bodies, instantly turning the entire underground auction venue into a living hell.
After one round of sweeping fire, almost no one remained standing unscathed.
"Hey Franklin, could you give a warning before you open fire next time? You almost hit me," Uvogin complained as he ran over.
Of course, what truly angered him wasn't that, but rather the fact that Franklin had killed all the toys he'd been using to vent his frustration.
"There were still one or two rats that got away," Feitan narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Forget it, don't bother with them. I have a feeling something isn't right," Franklin said in a deep voice.
"Given how much we've stirred up trouble with the mafia, that hidden third party should have shown up by now according to logic. Yet we haven't seen any sign of them until now."
Ring ring, ring ring————
A phone rang.
Feitan, Franklin, and all the others turned to look at the source of the sound. Under everyone's gaze, Shalnark answered the phone and put it on speaker.
It was Chrollo's voice on the other end.
"Is your purpose in doing this still to duel me?"
Rustling sounds could be heard, like someone taking off clothes.
"When I joined the troupe... no, I should say my purpose in pretending to join was always for this."
"I know the troupe's rules—members cannot fight among themselves."
"Now this doesn't count as internal conflict anymore. We can duel without worries!"
This was Hisoka's voice. That perverted tone was unforgettable once you heard it.
Beep beep beep beep——
The phone went to dial tone.
"It's a diversion! Their target is the boss and the others. Hisoka really is a traitor!" Franklin said angrily. He had never liked Hisoka and had strongly opposed his joining the Phantom Troupe from the beginning.
"Don't worry, Franklin. The boss anticipated all of this," Shalnark said as he put away his phone. "With Phinks and Bonolenov by the boss's side, even if Hisoka is strong, he can't cause much trouble."
The other troupe members shared similar thoughts with Shalnark. They had great confidence in Phinks and Bonolenov's abilities.
Only Machi looked unusually grim.
"What's wrong, Machi?"
"We need to go back quickly."
"My intuition tells me tonight's events aren't that simple."
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