"The head of the family."
As they spoke, David, Lily and the four surviving Shadow Beasts approached.
"Hmm." Oboro turned and answered.
As for the Shadow Beasts, Oboro didn't care much and just gave Owl some instructions. How the other Shadow Beasts would decide was up to them.
If you want to die, then go ahead and die. But he hadn't expected that besides Owl, three others had avoided the battle and weren't arrogant enough to face the troupe directly.
He'd thought that only Owl and Earthworm would survive, but now Porcupine and Bat were added to the list. These two had also participated in the siege of Franklin and should have gained a clearer understanding of the Troupe's power. As for Sick Dog and the other one, they had almost died at Franklin's hands, but still thought of themselves as brave, typical brainless fools.
"Is this the end?" Owl looked into the thick fog where the sounds of battle echoed.
He couldn't see through it, but he knew someone was fighting the Spider.
Owl seemed remarkably calm. He had developed a deep respect for Oboro during his time in the hospital. That's why he wasn't surprised by the ghostly mist floating in front of them or by Oboro's masterpiece unfolding on the battlefield. Earthworm had also witnessed Oboro's terrifying abilities. But Porcupine and Bat were different; they had only seen Oboro when he was injured. Now that they met again, the two animals could hardly recognize him.
The man standing before them, with his far-reaching gaze, exuded an invisible pressure that made them tremble with fear. Secretly, they thought that following Owl had indeed been the right decision. Otherwise, they would have been corpses by now.
"It's Hisoka and Chrollo," Oboro nodded.
"Heh." Owl chuckled softly.
One is real and the other is fake, two spiders fighting for their lives. How interesting.
The Shadow Beasts, led by Owl, also noticed Machi and Quick not far away and looked at them with unfriendly glances. But they did not dare to do anything unless Oboro gave the order.
Judging by the current scene, everything was going according to this man's plan. Several Shadow Beasts had learned from Owl that after this incident, the Fells family would unite all the gangs in the world.
However, the mafia structure couldn't be overthrown all at once, because that would cause a chain reaction. According to Owl's estimation, the Fells family would re-elect the Ten Dons, all of whom would be their confidants. Then these new Ten Dons would be assigned to different territories, with the Fells family sitting behind the scenes, controlling everything. The Mafia would undergo a revolutionary baptism and unification.
Oboro closed his eyes again, sharing the ghost vision in his mind: Hisoka was frantically slaughtering the gang members who approached him, all controlled by Chrollo. There were too many of them, gangsters arriving one after the other for unknown reasons, constantly supporting Chrollo. As long as they had the "Proof of Humanity" stamped on their skin and forehead, the seal manifested by his Nen ability, they became Chrollo's puppets.
At the same time, since the transfer students could change their appearance, the mist also affected vision, allowing Chrollo to operate freely from his hiding place. The moment Hisoka showed the slightest weakness, he would be attacked.
Chrollo had plenty of time to re-mark his victims and intersperse his Coordinate-swapping ability, creating an extremely disorienting combat effect.
Under Oboro's watchful eye, Hisoka was repeatedly hit in vital areas by Chrollo, who would retreat after striking, either hiding in the crowd or using coordinates to teleport into the mist.
Soon, Hisoka was covered in blood and could barely stand. Even as his fighting spirit grew, the Bungee Gum that had been transformed from his aura was already severely limited. Finally, Hisoka fell to one knee, unable to hold on. The moment his body faltered, Chrollo seized the opportunity perfectly!
Chrollo, wielding a sharp piece of wood he had found somewhere, suddenly flashed behind Hisoka and stabbed the wood into Hisoka's neck like a dagger. The tip pierced Hisoka's throat, revealing a bright red spot dripping with blood.
Hisoka's pupils dilated.
After his transformation, Chrollo gently cradled Hisoka's limp body with one hand, as if wanting Hisoka's fading consciousness to linger just a moment longer, chuckling softly into Hisoka's ear: "This is the end of your life."
With that, he let go.
With a dull thud, the corpse from which Hisoka's life force had suddenly vanished fell to the ground, leaving a pool of blood in its wake. Hisoka's expression was frozen on his face, his eyes wide open, he died with his eyes open.
Chrollo slowly stood up, removing his ability and returning to his original appearance, walking out of the thick fog and back to the open space in the square.
Oboro opened his eyes as well.
"That assimilation ability again. Can it change matter?", he analyzed.
Although Hisoka had exhausted his tricks, it was still difficult to deal a deadly blow with a mere piece of wood. Just like when Chrollo had assimilated the ground earlier, the wood seemed to have been transformed and imbued with power.
In conclusion, Hisoka's death was not unjust. He hadn't lost in skill or strategy, only in his Nen ability. With a rich variety of Nen abilities, the methods of attack were varied, allowing one to adapt to any situation, making it impossible for enemies to prepare adequately.
Hisoka's Nen ability, however, had always remained the same. Even though he used it in different ways, his tricks were still easy to decipher. What's more, Chrollo's mind had been strengthened by the Sugar Beans.
"Captain!" Seeing Chrollo emerge victorious, Quick's expression brightened and he couldn't help but shout.
Chrollo's white shirt was torn and he looked a bit disheveled, but compared to Hisoka, he looked quite presentable.
"Can we go now?" Chrollo glanced at his companions, the only two members of the group still alive, and approached Oboro, speaking calmly.
"Of course," Oboro replied, his hands in his pockets as he nodded.
Immediately, Chrollo glanced at Machi and Quick. Seeing this, the two approached him.
But as they approached and were about to stand shoulder to shoulder, a sudden, violent explosion erupted in the air. The residual force of the explosion caused the clothes of everyone nearby to flutter.
A dark shadow flashed past.
Oboro reached out a hand and then withdrew it.
Machi's newly calmed state of mind was once again flooded with icy fear as Quick, who stood beside her, suddenly exploded like a watermelon without warning. Hot blood and brain matter splattered across Machi's face.
Her delicate body shook uncontrollably and her face turned deathly pale.
This feeling of being able to die at any moment, anywhere, never knowing when it would happen, having your fate in someone else's hands, it was unbearable! The crux of the matter was that they seemed extremely weak in the face of such overwhelming power. They couldn't even fight, let alone resist Chrollo had anticipated this and his expression remained calm.
When he saw that Machi seemed to be frozen in shock and unable to move, he stepped forward and picked her up, looking at Oboro: "Can we go now?"
Oboro smiled and nodded.
But as soon as Chrollo turned around, he stopped.
Not far away, a blond boy stood, his clothes stained with fresh blood, his expression grim. A pair of crimson eyes stared at him and Machi.
It was Kurapika, who had arrived after killing Duan.
"I made a deal with Hisoka not to touch Machi. I'm also willing to let you go as a reward for your victory. But he wasn't part of our deal," Oboro looked at Kurapika and explained to Chrollo. "I can choose not to make a move, but I can't speak for him, whether you can go depends on your own ability."
Will he attack?
Chrollo laughed quietly and slowly closed his eyes.
He didn't know the boy, but the murderous intent emanating from him was unmistakable.
"Machi" After a brief moment of thought, Chrollo opened his eyes, looked at the woman in his arms, and called out.
"Hmm?" Machi's face regained some color.
"You go first. I'll protect you and make sure you escape," Chrollo said calmly.
"Put me down," Machi demanded. At that moment, she seemed to have just registered Kurapika's presence and her voice became much calmer.
Her meaning was clear, she wanted to join forces with Chrollo and fight together.
"Between the two of us, only one person can survive. If I'm right, it should be the one who killed Pakunoda, Uvogin, and Duan. Quick is dead, and the telepathic power he used on me is gone, I don't have the strength I had just now."
A cold wind blew as Chrollo and Kurapika stared at each other from a distance. Chrollo urged Machi to understand the situation.
"You go," Machi insisted, standing in front of Chrollo.
"It may take less than a few minutes before you die at his hands. There's no point in you trying to buy time. Leave it to me. Go find Feitan and Nobunaga and deliver the will of the group."
Seeing the chain-wielding boy approaching, Chrollo stepped forward and gently pushed Machi away. "Remember! When you find them, tell them this is my last order: no revenge!"
Oboro and the others could clearly hear the conversation between Chrollo and Machi.
Oboro couldn't help but admire Chrollo's calm and clear mind, a natural-born leader who fully embodied the essence of his role.
"Go!" Chrollo urged again.
Machi's eyes filled with bloodshot veins. She bit her lip and vanished in an instant.