Outside the city, in an abandoned warehouse, the Phantom Troupe had gathered.
The Leader sat on a pile of stones, quietly flipping through the book in his hands.
The surrounding members were busy with their own tasks, and the atmosphere was slightly heavy.
Until Shalnark quickly walked over.
"No abnormal information has been found, and there is no trace of them in the various transportation networks. Everything seems normal."
Just then, footsteps came from outside.
The members who had been gathering information returned, including the injured Feitan.
Feitan was not a Strengthening-type ability user. Although his physical fitness was good, his recovery ability was clearly inferior to Uvogin's.
However, his injuries came from Kevin, not from Mito, who had been empowered by Post-mortem Nen.
Even so, he continued running around outside despite his injuries. No matter how much his companions advised him to rest, he completely ignored them.
He only wanted to find the one who ambushed him and kill him brutally. Only then could he relieve the hatred in his heart.
However, seeing the dejected expressions on their faces, it was obvious that the operation had yielded no results.
Seeing Feitan return, Shalnark couldn't help but say,
"The commotion you caused was too big. This likely disrupted many potential clues and made it harder for us to obtain information."
Faced with Shalnark's complaint, Feitan simply clicked his tongue and said nothing.
"We didn't find any useful information. Maybe the other party didn't come back here at all."
"I think it's very likely that the other party is in this city," said Nobunaga, who was still unwell, leaning against the wall.
"Why do you think so?" Shalnark asked curiously.
"Intuition," Nobunaga replied briefly.
Shalnark did not refute him but took his words into serious consideration.
"Even if they are here, it's not easy to find them.
This is a world-renowned metropolis. Finding three fugitives in a sea of people is extremely difficult.
If someone is helping them, it's almost impossible."
Just as everyone was speaking, the Leader, who had been listening quietly, closed the book in his hands.
The sound drew everyone's attention.
"Tracking has failed. This operation ends here. Now we need to deal with the problem of the grudges."
The Leader spoke calmly.
Feitan gritted his teeth, clearly unwilling. His mouth moved slightly, but in the end, he said nothing.
Because the problem they were facing was becoming more serious.
Although Uvogin was a Strengthening-type user and had the strongest recovery ability among them, the arm injured earlier had shown clear weakening.
A lingering Nen grudge circulated within it, interfering with his strength.
If even Uvogin was affected like this, the others were in worse condition.
All of them were combatants, and all were restricted. Their combat power had been significantly reduced.
Even if hatred burned within them, they had to consider the team.
Phinks, standing beside Feitan, patted his shoulder.
After all, he was also one of the affected.
"Let's go. He saved those two, so he won't just let it go. He'll come to us for revenge sooner or later.
We just need to wait patiently. He'll come to us."
"Haha, I'm really looking forward to it!" Uvogin laughed loudly.
Then he grimaced and twisted his arm, clearly irritated by the obstruction in his shoulder.
Feitan stared at him with burning eyes.
"That's my prey."
Uvogin sighed helplessly.
"If he comes to me first, I won't just stand there and wait."
"Hmph."
On the other side—
Light Nostra, along with his daughter, family members, and mafia subordinates, arrived at Tengu Airport.
They boarded the airship reserved in advance. The entire vessel had been chartered.
Aside from essential crew and service staff, everyone aboard was part of the Nostra Family.
Only after the airship slowly took off and gradually left Yorkshin City did Light finally breathe a sigh of relief.
He hadn't expected the pressure of the past few days to be so intense.
If he hadn't seen the prophecy beforehand and prepared mentally, he might have already panicked and fled.
The group pursuing Kevin had been extremely reckless, digging for information everywhere and leaving behind a trail of corpses.
Even knowing rationally that he wasn't directly in danger, Light still couldn't sleep at night.
Only now, as the airship lifted into the sky, did he finally relax.
"It's been a real trouble for you these past few days," Kevin said with a smile.
Light waved his hand and took a sip of tea.
After spending several days together, the two were far more familiar now.
"After this, you can stay with my family for as long as you like. This is the friendship of the Nostra Family," Light said sincerely.
Kevin looked at him, then quietly took out a piece of paper and handed it over.
A portrait of a young boy was drawn on it.
"This is a boy named Kurapika. He might come looking for us in a few days.
If he does, don't stop him. Please bring him to me."
Light took the paper and glanced at it, immediately understanding something.
He thought, this must be the final "bird" from the prophecy—the one who turned from a "crow" into a "dove."
After handing over the paper, Kevin carefully observed Light's reaction.
Seeing the subtle change in his expression, Kevin became more certain of his suspicion.
This man definitely knows something.
But how?
His earlier gaze toward Pairo and Rosana had already seemed familiar.
He clearly knew about the Kurta Clan—but was it more than that?
Kevin couldn't be sure yet.
He simply continued observing.
At that moment, the television on the airship was broadcasting news.
Kevin glanced over.
It was reporting a tragedy: hundreds of bodies discovered in the forests of Nancha City, dozens decapitated, their eyes gouged out.
Notes had been left at the scene.
The information pointed clearly to a group responsible for numerous major crimes.
[Phantom Troupe]
Now, it was fully confirmed.
"How tragic. Who could do something so cruel?" a mafia member muttered.
Even they found it excessive.
"This looks like a whole tribe was wiped out. Even we don't go this far..." another said.
At that moment, Pairo's eyes turned red.
Rosana's did as well.
Fortunately, both were wearing special contact lenses.
Even after several days, neither could forget that horrific scene.
Kevin, however, was still watching Light.
Light showed no sign of recognition or suspicion. He looked like someone watching ordinary news.
This didn't match Kevin's judgment.
"Light, are you hiding something from me?" Kevin suddenly asked.
The sudden question made Light turn his head.
A drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead.
So it couldn't be hidden after all.
In another city—
A blond boy in ribbed clothing walked down the street, full of curiosity.
He looked around, occasionally chatting with strangers, radiating a bright and cheerful presence.
As he passed an electronics store, a crowd had gathered outside, watching the news.
"Nancha City… that's nearby, right?"
"Yeah. I didn't expect something so horrifying."
"What are the police even doing?"
"For something this big, it must be a group."
Kurapika slowed.
He followed their gaze toward the screen.
On it—familiar clothing.
His pupils shrank.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" someone snapped after being bumped.
But when they saw Kurapika's expression, they froze.
His face was filled with disbelief.
His eyes turned scarlet.
"Impossible… this is impossible!"
"This is the news, it says—"
The man stopped mid-sentence.
No one spoke.
Everyone noticed—the clothes Kurapika wore were exactly the same.
"No… I don't believe it!"
Kurapika shouted and ran.
"Hey… those clothes—"
"They're the same…"
"Is that his family?"
"What a poor kid…"
--
In a distant alley, a figure holding a portrait watched him run.
"It should be him," the figure muttered quietly.