I'm saying, Deputy Leader… you're not planning to take this job alone, are you?"
As soon as Rimo finished speaking, Feitan Portor stepped forward, his sharp eyes narrowing.
Though his tone carried doubt, his intent was obvious
He was going.
"That's right," Nobunaga Hazama added with a grin. "A rare chance to stretch our muscles, and you want to keep it to yourself?"
Chrollo Lucilfer lightly touched his chin, a faint smile on his face.
"It's rare to see you this motivated, Rimo. I'd like to take a look as well."
"I don't care what you say I'm going if there's a fight!"
Uvogin declared loudly, already brimming with excitement.
Although the others didn't speak, their expressions made it clear
They all intended to join.
A faint smile appeared on Rimo's face.
Looks like I've been doing a decent job as deputy leader.
After taking the documents handed over by Wright Nosla, Rimo glanced through them briefly.
"Alright. It might be a bit of overkill… but since everyone wants to 'work,' let's make some noise."
He casually tossed the information back to Wright Nosla.
"As long as we know where their base is, that's enough. We'll wipe it out directly. You can handle the cleanup afterward."
Wright Nosla hurriedly caught the documents, his expression visibly excited.
"That won't be a problem! As long as their core forces are eliminated, the rest can be handled easily."
"Good. Then let's move."
"I wish you success!"
Wright Nosla bowed deeply almost ninety degrees as the members of the Phantom Troupe left.
Outside, several luxury vehicles were already waiting.
The driver stepped forward respectfully and opened the doors for them.
Rimo glanced at the scene with a faint smirk.
Wright Nosla really knows how to curry favor.
In the original timeline, he had risen through the Mafia ranks precisely by relying on Neon Nostrade's Nen ability Lovely Ghostwriter and by ingratiating himself with the Ten Dons.
Now, history seemed to be taking a different turn.
Inside the car, the atmosphere was relaxed.
After last night's arrangements, even the troupe members had developed a bit of goodwill toward Wright Nosla.
After all
Having someone handle all logistics and comfort was undeniably convenient.
Even in Meteor City, such treatment was unheard of.
Rimo leaned back slightly, watching the scenery flash by outside the window.
His eyes flickered, as if calculating something.
"Chrollo," he suddenly spoke, "what do you think of Wright Nosla?"
Chrollo, who had been quietly reading, paused for a moment.
After thinking briefly, he replied:
"He's competent. His arrangements are thorough."
"Is that so…"
Rimo smiled faintly but said nothing further.
Originally, he had planned to take Nion away after the transaction and leave Yorknew entirely.
But now
A new idea had begun to form.
After all, compared to the temporary hideouts the troupe used during the Yorknew City Auction incident…
They were far too crude.
About half an hour later, the vehicle stopped at the foot of a hill on the outskirts of Cambie Town.
The driver turned back respectfully.
"This is as far as we can go. The entire mountain ahead belongs to the Fanobi family."
"Oh?"
Chrollo closed his book and looked toward the forested hillside, where armed guards could be seen patrolling.
"They turned an entire mountain into their base? Impressive for a regional Mafia family."
"Yes," the driver replied. "They've controlled this area for nearly sixty years. The entire place is heavily fortified."
His tone carried a trace of unease.
Clearly, he understood what kind of force they were about to confront.
"That just makes it more interesting."
Uvogin cracked his neck, excitement blazing in his eyes.
"Yesterday wasn't even a proper warm-up."
Feitan's lips curled slightly.
"Hope they last longer."
Chrollo glanced at Rimo with a hint of amusement.
"So? This is your operation. What's the plan? Don't tell me you're going to slack off."
Rimo didn't even hesitate he raised his middle finger.
Then his expression turned serious.
"The area is large. Moving together risks letting people slip away."
He looked around at everyone.
"We split into four teams of two. Attack from different directions simultaneously."
"This way, we cover more ground and ensure no one escapes."
No one objected.
"Then Uvogin, Nobunaga. You two are together."
"Franklin, Feitan. Same as before."
"Pakunoda, you go with Chrollo."
"And Machi stays with me."
At the last line, Rimo subtly glanced at Pakunoda.
She rolled her eyes, though a faint blush appeared on her ears.
Aside from Uvogin and Nobunaga's usual bickering, no one had any complaints.
"Alright."
Rimo's voice turned cold.
"Begin the operation."
"Leave no one alive."
The moment his words fell
All eight members vanished.
Like shadows dissolving into the wind.
The vehicle, which had been steady just moments ago, rocked slightly from the sudden disappearance.
The driver froze.
His eyes widened in disbelief.
He hadn't seen them move at all.
One moment they were there
The next, gone.
Cold sweat began to trickle down his forehead.
He had expected them to be strong.
But this
This was something else entirely.
"Boss… where did you even find these monsters…?"
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