Everything happened too suddenly.
That declaration of victory from the sky directly interrupted Hisoka's intense emotions.
"..."
Caught off guard, Hisoka inevitably missed the best reaction time.
He didn't have time to retract the Bungee Gum sent through the playing cards before it suddenly snapped due to the distance.
The Nen bullet flew too fast.
Clearly, when the Nen bullet was in its return state, both its size and speed had at least doubled.
Hisoka realized the details of Morrow's ability.
From the beginning, the other party had already prepared to escape.
While he foolishly fell into the other's trap, unable to resist the "temptation."
Love
Always makes one so blind...
But how could he let go just like this!
In an instant, Hisoka's aura suddenly erupted. His previously excited expression disappeared, replaced by a morbidly frenzied one.
His desire had swollen to an uncontrollable degree and must be released and vented here!
"Bungee Gum"
Hisoka, with a crazed look on his face, glanced towards the distant Morrow. He quickly threw the pink adhesive thread onto a nearby green tree, creating a large slingshot.
And Hisoka himself was the projectile, wrapped in pink aura.
Creak creak...
The pink aura with rubber and chewing gum properties suddenly contracted, gathering force.
Boing!
The next moment, Hisoka's entire body flew into the air like a cannonball. His speed was so fast that visible air currents crashed before him.
On the Shooting Star.
Morrow had already withdrawn his gaze, squinting his eyes to resist the strong air currents during flight.
With the previous experience of jumping from the airship, he wasn't worried at all no matter where the Shooting Star would take him.
"Hm?"
Suddenly, Morrow felt a chill down his spine. He instinctively looked back and saw Hisoka's extremely frenzied face in the distance.
He was flying straight through the air.
With just one glance, Morrow understood what Hisoka had done.
This pervert... has he gone mad?
Morrow was somewhat incredulous.
At this distance, how could he possibly catch up to his Shooting Star relying solely on the rubber rebound force of Bungee Gum?
But Hisoka did just that.
Soon, Hisoka began to lose momentum. His flying speed suddenly slowed down, and his entire body started to fall.
Watching Hisoka begin to lose strength and fall, Morrow's expression became slightly complex.
He felt like he had somehow subjected Hisoka to a stimulus that life couldn't bear.
To the extent that Hisoka became this crazed...
In this case, Morrow really didn't know if Hisoka would abide by the bet later...
But things had come to this point, thinking about those things was useless.
Thinking to this point, all Morrow could do was wave goodbye to Hisoka.
Hisoka saw Morrow's waving gesture, and his frenzied expression slowly froze.
It wasn't because he was stimulated by Morrow's farewell wave, but because he realized that his desire, which had almost swollen to the point of explosion, now had nowhere to be released.
"Ah..."
Hisoka seemed to lose all his strength, allowing his body to fall towards the ground as if life had no meaning.
That silhouette he saw in his eyes was getting further and further away from him...
Gone mad, and gone limp.
—--
Somewhere in the city.
Silva shook his slightly swollen wrist and strode towards the darkness where the light couldn't reach.
"The Phantom Troupe, huh..."
His muttering echoed in the dark alley.
The reward for assassinating that Troupe member was extremely substantial, but Silva felt this deal was very unprofitable.
Not only did it strain his muscles and bones, but he was also chased all the way under the pretext of revenge.
At first, Silva didn't want to work for free, so he kept avoiding battle, focusing on escaping.
However, the other party became increasingly presumptuous.
Although Silva had excellent professional qualities, even a mud Buddha has its limits of tolerance.
Faced with the Phantom Troupe's relentless pursuit, he finally developed killing intent, thinking of killing one or two more Troupe members to achieve a deterrent effect.
But when he put this thought into action, he found that prying a person from their team was no longer so easy.
The key reason for this result was precisely that young leader, and the various abilities in that black and red book.
If it were one-on-one, it would still be fine...
The problem was that the young man, relying on his outstanding consciousness and decision-making execution ability, had united his team into a rope of hemp that was difficult to break, always able to resolve crises at critical moments.
After multiple attempts, Silva realized that to break "this hemp rope," he would inevitably have to pay a price.
This was obviously even more unprofitable.
Helplessly, Silva decisively chose to no longer entangle and focused on escaping.
It wasn't until now that he finally shook off the Phantom Troupe's pursuit.
Walking in the dark alley, Silva silently remembered this team called the Phantom Troupe.
More accurately, he remembered the young leader.
If there were commissions regarding the Phantom Troupe in the future, he might not necessarily decline, but in terms of price, it would have to be at least several times higher...
Beep beep, woo...
The sound of police sirens came from outside the dark alley, approaching and then receding.
The various huge commotions starting from the fountain plaza undoubtedly stirred up all the police officers in the entire city.
One police car after another headed towards the center of the disturbance, naturally running into the Phantom Troupe's gun sights.
A Troupe member was killed right in front of them, and afterwards, despite being outnumbered, the opponent still managed to escape.
At this moment, the mood of the Troupe members could be said to be utterly terrible.
And the arrival of numerous police cars directly became the object of their venting.
Without even having to exert much effort, they made over a dozen surrounding police cars scrapped and burning.
The pungent smell of gasoline permeated the surrounding air, flames blazed fiercely, and rolling black smoke rose into the sky like black dragons.
In the reflection of the fire, corpses lay strewn all around.
"Wonder how things are going on Omokage's end."
Shalnark had one hand on his hip, the other operating his phone, as he turned his head to look in one direction.
Chrollo's face was expressionless.
Meanwhile, Machi, Kortopi, and Pakunoda were paying attention to the surrounding situation.
They saw figures successively emerging from the burning police cars, who turned out to be people holding weapons.
Looking at this group of hostile newcomers who suddenly appeared, Machi casually pulled out a Nen thread and said flatly, "They're Bounty Hunters."
"Should we go find Omokage?"
Kortopi ignored this group of Bounty Hunters and asked.
Hearing Kortopi's words, Machi and the others involuntarily looked towards Chrollo.
Chrollo also didn't pay any attention to the surrounding Bounty Hunters. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly raised his head to look at the sky.
A black shadow passed through the towering smoke, falling towards the ground like a meteor.
Bang!
The ground suddenly cracked and exploded.
For a moment, all surrounding gazes turned towards it.
Amidst the flying dust and smoke, before they could see the person, they inexplicably felt a chill.
The person who had fallen was none other than Hisoka.
"Disappointment, disappointment... disappointment, disappointment."
Hisoka swayed as he stood up, staggering like a zombie.
The aura emanating from him, in the eyes of Chrollo and the others, seemed particularly glaring.
Hisoka barely straightened his body, his eyes suddenly staring straight at the surrounding Bounty Hunters.
At this moment, the Bounty Hunters felt as if their throats were being gripped from afar, forgetting to breathe.