Luke's soft voice echoed over the abandoned warehouse: "And this is also the purpose of our group."
"We accept anything you leave here, but don't try to take anything from us."
"Since he took our dignity from us, then he must pay a sufficient price to repay it."
Luke glanced at the faces of the troupe members.
Every one of them had a calm expression, as if nothing had happened.
Even…
In fact… they all felt it was long overdue.
Crack! Crack!
Phinks clenched his fists hard, creating a crisp crackling sound.
Feitan said nothing, but a faint bloodlust began to linger around him.
This was a tacit understanding formed between the two of them after more than a year of training outside.
Franklin's face was as gloomy as water, and Shalnark stopped laughing.
As for Pakunoda, she had been waiting for these words.
Machi wore an expressionless face and plucked at the invisible threads in her hands, seemingly testing the feel in advance.
Nobunaga scratched his scalp with one hand while the other hand firmly rested on the katana handle at his waist.
No one was too worried.
Most of them did not show extreme reactions, except for…
"I've been waiting for this day for so long, captain!!!"
Uvogin's excited cry echoed throughout the abandoned warehouse: "I'm going to kill all those bastards!!!"
"I'm so fired up I could die!"
He gritted his teeth, trying his best to suppress the surging emotions within him.
Uvogin wanted revenge so badly that it bordered on madness.
If Luke hadn't earlier insisted on waiting for the right moment to act, he might have already gone berserk and charged out recklessly to stir up trouble for the Mom's Help Foundation.
But that kind of rough vengeance through brute force would only provide coarse satisfaction and risk alerting the enemy, preventing them from addressing the root cause of this incident.
It might also prevent them from finding Risnorth, the chairman of the Mom's Help Foundation, who might have reacted and gone into hiding.
This would only complicate their revenge.
That's why Uvogin resisted the urge to do anything reckless.
He waited for this day, the day the troupe was established.
Nothing could be a more fitting celebratory gift for the establishment of their troupe than a foundation like this, a perfect target for their revenge!!
"Now, everyone in the Phantom Troupe has mastered Nen and possesses the strength to protect themselves."
"Chrollo has also managed Meteor City to a considerable degree. Now, we only wait for this incident to validate what we proclaim to the outside."
"Elder Veyron is also waiting for our response."
"Now, all the threads of fate converge here."
"This is the best opportunity we have!"
Luke's eyes gleamed.
He had a firm grasp on the trajectory of Meteor City's development in the current era!
Meteor City, a marginal zone where society did not recognize its denizens, was originally formed as the result of a dictator's racial segregation policies and became the area with the most diverse populations in the world.
After a long period of change, it has become a gray area, completely free from political interference.
Nearly ten million residents survive on discarded waste.
They know they are abandoned, and almost all of them consider themselves the walking dead.
Despite Chrollo's propaganda efforts over the past three years, not much has changed.
No matter how loud the slogans, they ultimately come down to concrete action.
"These are some materials about the Mom's Help Foundation and basic information on their chairman, Risnorth."
After determining the target of this operation, Chrollo produced the materials he had prepared long ago.
"Although there isn't much information here, it's what Elder Veyron and I obtained through cooperation with mafias and the elder's own secret channels."
Over the years, under Chrollo's leadership and facilitation, Meteor City has begun to collaborate with the mafia.
The mafia that came here began providing weapons and precious metals to the people of Meteor City under the guise of garbage disposal.
In return, Meteor City provided the mafia with some so-called elite members.
Because these members are not part of society, even if they commit crimes, there's no information to investigate.
It was precisely under this mutually beneficial, win-win cooperation that everything began to steadily improve.
Luke carefully reviewed the information Chrollo handed him.
As the saying goes, know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.
Still, the information Chrollo and the others had gathered was ultimately limited.
A foundation that large would certainly have surface-level information released to the public.
Those publicly displayed pieces of information are only the most basic, mainstream facts.
Therefore, the more comprehensive internal materials were all hidden by that foundation.
However, this wasn't a problem for Luke.
"I've reviewed all this information."
Luke returned the information Chrollo had collected to him and, along with it, a new copy.
"Take a look at this one."
"Hmm?"
Chrollo took it, and what came into his view was a photo of the Mom's Help Foundation's chairman, Risnorth.
The following information also made Chrollo's eyes suddenly become serious.
"This… Is intelligence that can't be found outside!"
Chrollo grew increasingly astonished as he read.
The materials Luke produced were extremely detailed, on a completely different level from what he had.
It was as if someone had secretly placed a spy right beside Chairman Risnorth inside the Mom's Help Foundation and directly collected all this information.
"It's very comprehensive… Even down to the daily schedule!!"
Chrollo thought: if these detailed materials were authentic, then taking him out didn't seem all that complicated.
"Killing him isn't hard; there are plenty of assassination methods."
Luke said calmly: "The difficulty lies in uncovering his illegal and criminal activities."
"You know, everything we're doing this time is primarily to raise Meteor City's profile."
"Let everyone outside know what kind of existence Meteor City is."
"That a place like Meteor City exists in this world and cannot be ignored.
"But letting the outside world know is one thing; the image we present externally must not be that of wanton slaughterers and truly heinous criminals."
"Rather, everything we do is purely out of revenge."
"If no one offends me, I won't offend them. But if someone offends me, this is the outcome."
"This is the truest interpretation of Meteor City's purpose."