Chapter 649

"Yes, all dead. Uvogin, Nobunaga, and Shalnark were all killed by this person."

Machi took out a piece of information, which was Su Xiao's information, but this information only had Su Xiao's photo and his experiences in the recent period.

"Feitan was also killed by him. It was he who discovered our tracks at the auction before. After he fought Feitan, Feitan died."

Franklin clenched his fists. He only found Feitan's headless corpse.

"What about Shizuku? How did she die?"

"Not clear. When we were fleeing, we were suddenly taken away by a chain. Whether she is alive or dead is still unknown."

Machi spoke.

"Unknown?"

Phinks sat up with a whoosh. He wasn't angry at Machi, just had too much anger in his heart with nowhere to vent. Since the establishment of the Troupe, there hadn't been such a large loss.

"Phinks, calm down."

The big-breasted imperial sister Pakunoda spoke, revealing a large area of fair skin at her open neckline.

Although Pakunoda is not the strongest in the Troupe, her ability is irreplaceable and more important than the combat members in the Troupe.

"I am very calm. How long until the leader returns?"

"Soon."

"The leader has already returned."

Hisoka, who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, spoke. Just as his voice fell, Phantom Troupe leader Chrollo Lucilfer walked into the church.

Although Chrollo is the leader of a thief group, his appearance is not the rough burly man imagined, but a handsome young man.

"Leader."

"Leader, this matter..."

The Troupe members surrounded him, which shows Chrollo's core status in the Troupe.

"I already understand the course of events."

Chrollo found a huge rock and sat down, and the other Troupe members listened quietly.

"There is no need to care about those auction items anymore. From now on, our goal is to kill this person. But before that, everyone, take a look at this. This is the prophecy poem I just obtained after stealing the prophecy ability."

Chrollo took out a piece of paper with a few lines of prophecy poem on it.

The threat of the Red Moon is no longer fatal.

The Blazing Sun has already passed away.

The companion holding the broken blade fell on the red rock.

Do not answer the phone during the Frost Moon (November, representing Uvogin) (the phone represents Shalnark).

The Chain User takes away your important month.

Dying in front of a ruthless hunter.

The messenger of Purgatory arrives.

Darkness will shroud this place.

The crazy laughing clown stands in the darkness confronting the hunter.

Even with the clown's help, where will you go with your hands and feet broken?

The prophecy poem ended here. After reading the prophecy poem, several Troupe members were somewhat dazed. They could understand the first few lines, but the last few lines were confusing.

If someone in the Troupe represents a clown, it should be Hisoka. Everyone's eyes looked at Hisoka. Does the prophecy poem mean that Hisoka will become the savior of the Troupe?

Hisoka was a bit confused. His goal was to duel with the Troupe leader, and it was for this purpose that he joined the Troupe.

"Judging from the meaning of the prophecy poem, the hunter must represent Bai Ye of the Ten Dons' faction. As for the broken hands and feet, it probably refers to the casualties of the Troupe members."

"Leader, why not prophesy for all of us?"

Machi's suggestion was unanimously approved, but to prophesy, detailed personal information must be provided. Several people in the Troupe no longer remember information such as their birthdays.

A diary appeared in Chrollo's hand. This is his Nen ability, Specialist: Bandit's Secret. After meeting certain conditions, he can steal others' Nen abilities. People whose Nen abilities are stolen can no longer use Nen abilities. For Nen users who pursue power, being stolen of their ability is worse than death.

Ten minutes later, Chrollo prophesied for the few people in the Troupe who could provide personal information.

"Not very optimistic. I will have a choice in the near future. If I choose wrong, I will die."

Phinks grinned. He could calmly accept any ending, including death.

"Mine is not good either. I'm dead for sure, will be killed by that hunter."

Kortopi, whose face was covered by his hair, sighed, feeling very bitter.

Most Troupe members stated the results of their prophecy poems. Only one person was left who didn't speak, and that was Hisoka, who was holding the prophecy poem. He couldn't help but prophesy, and the result was not good.

"What's wrong?"

Phinks's eyes narrowed slightly. He had long looked down on Hisoka; his intuition told him that this person was untrustworthy.

"Nothing."

Hisoka's expression was normal, but his gaze was intentionally or unintentionally scanning the surroundings.

"Bring it here."

Phinks signaled Hisoka to hand over the prophecy poem.

"It will scare you. Even I was scared."

Hisoka handed the prophecy poem to Phinks. After reading it, Phinks's face changed drastically.

"Leader, look at this..."

Phinks handed the prophecy poem to the Troupe leader, his gaze scanning Hisoka up and down, as if meeting Hisoka for the first time.

The general meaning of Hisoka's prophecy poem was that he was the clown, and he had two choices: save the Troupe or save himself. The final poem was that he saved the Troupe and sacrificed himself.

Is this really the case? Would Hisoka really be that loyal? For this Transmuter double agent, of course, it was impossible. This prophecy poem had already been changed by Hisoka using his Nen ability "Texture Surprise."

Texture Surprise: Can turn aura into various textures. By adding imagination to his aura, he can reproduce all textures, but can only imitate things as thin as paper.

Hisoka covered the paper of the prophecy poem with a layer of Texture Surprise. What everyone saw was the prophecy poem Hisoka had fabricated on the spot.

The real prophecy poem was that Hisoka colluded with Kurapika, was later discovered by the Troupe, was hunted down, and was finally expelled from the Troupe.

"Everyone, have you considered that this savior is a fake?"

A female voice suddenly came. The Troupe crowd looked toward the depths of the church, where a blue-haired girl sat in the shadows. The girl was swinging her braids with her hand.

"You're here."

Leader Chrollo seemed to have known the person who arrived long ago.

"Arrived long ago. Everything is set up, we can start."

Hearing the blue-haired girl's words, Leader Chrollo's hand holding Hisoka's prophecy poem surged with Nen energy.

Seeing this scene, Hisoka's pupils constricted. He stomped hard on the ground beneath his feet, crashing through the church wall with a boom.

At the same time, the "Texture Surprise" ability on that paper was dispelled, and the real content appeared.

In just an instant, the violent Nen energy caused the paper to shatter, but Leader Chrollo saw the content on the paper clearly.

"Kill Hisoka."

As soon as Chrollo's order was given, everyone in the Troupe swarmed out toward Hisoka.

Bang!

The gunshot of a sniper rifle came. A moment later, an intense battle unfolded. Under the clever interference of the blue-haired girl, Hisoka, who had previously been mixed in with the Troupe, became a rat crossing the street.

Yorknew City, Food Street.

In front of a snack stall, a man and a dog were tasting the unique snacks of the Hunter World, and a girl with an excellent appearance stood to the side.

"Rose, is there any news from the Ten Dons?"

"They have contacted me several times, wanting to invite you over to 'be a guest'."

"Be a guest? Don't worry about those cowards. What about the auction?"

"Reopening at nine tonight."

"Is that so."

Su Xiao chewed the food in his mouth. If he guessed correctly, he might have to go to war with the Troupe tonight. As long as the Troupe is wiped out, the auction can proceed smoothly until September 10th. That is to say, tonight is the decisive battle.

"Chrollo Lucilfer... a difficult enemy to deal with."

Su Xiao reached for the secret pastry to the side, but who knew that Xiang Ignoring Bubu Wang also wanted to eat that piece of pastry, biting his hand in one go.

"Let go, this is a salty pastry. You'll lose hair if you eat it."

Xiang Ignoring Bubu Wang was unmoved, looking like it was going to eat it.

"You idiot, don't bite my hand. Do you believe I'll let you taste the Shadow Beast's corpse?"

Xiang Ignoring Bubu Wang let go, its gaze gloomy, as if saying: "Master, you are too disloyal. Why are you digging out eyeballs when playing around?"