"Leader."
Just as he was saying this, David and Lily walked over with the four surviving Shadow Beasts.
"Hmm."
Oboro turned his head and responded.
Regarding the Shadow Beasts, Oboro didn't care, and only instructed Owl.
As for how the other Shadow Beasts chose... He didn't care.
If they wanted to die, then they could go die... But he hadn't expected that apart from Owl, there would be three others who would avoid the battle, and wouldn't be so arrogant as to confront the Troupe head-on.
He had thought that at most, only Owl and Earthworm would be able to survive. Now, Porcupine and Bat had been added.
These two had also participated in the battle to besiege Franklin back then, so they should have had a relatively clear understanding of the Troupe. As for Rabid Dog and the other one, they had almost died at Franklin's hands back then, and still thought that they were very brave... They were typically brainless.
"Is it about to end?"
Owl looked towards the thick mist, where the sounds of fighting were coming from.
He couldn't see it... But he knew that someone must be fighting with the Spider.
Owl seemed very calm. Back then, at the hospital, he had developed respect for Oboro... Therefore, he wasn't surprised by the ghostly mist that was floating in front of him, and the masterpiece of the battlefield that Oboro had planned.
Earthworm had also witnessed Oboro's terror. But Porcupine and Bat were different. They had only seen Oboro when he was injured. Now that they had met again, the two Shadow Beasts simply couldn't recognize him...
Because of the man in front of him, the gaze that was sweeping over them, and the sense of oppression that was invisibly shrouding their hearts alone, made their hearts palpitate.
They secretly thought that following Owl's choice had indeed been the right one.
Otherwise, they would already be corpses now.
"Hmm... Hisoka and Chrollo."
Oboro nodded.
"Hehe..."
Owl smiled.
One true and one false, two Spiders fighting to the death, it was interesting.
The Shadow Beasts, led by Owl, also noticed Machi and Quoll, who were not far away. The few of them's gazes were unkind.
But if Oboro didn't speak, they wouldn't dare to attack either.
Judging from the current scene, everything was proceeding according to this Lord's plan. The few Shadow Beasts had also learned from Owl that after this matter, the Fels Shi family was going to take over the entire world's mafia.
However, the structure of the mafia couldn't be overturned all at once, because that would cause a chain reaction...
Based on Owl's guess, the Fels Shi family would re-elect the Ten Elders, who would all be trusted subordinates.
Then, they would arrange the new Ten Elders to various territories...
The Fels Shi family would sit in the background and control everything.
The mafia would complete a revolutionary baptism and unification.
Oboro closed his eyelids again.
He shared the ghost's vision in his mind...
Hisoka was frantically slaughtering the mafia members who were constantly approaching him, and were being controlled by Chrollo.
There were too many people...
Because group after group of mafia members were arriving without understanding the situation, and were providing Chrollo with a steady stream of help. As long as they were stamped with the 'Mark of the Human', which was the seal that had been manifested by that Nen ability, they would become Chrollo's puppets.
At the same time, coupled with the fact that student could change his appearance, and the mist also affected vision, this caused Chrollo, who was hiding in the dark, to seize opportunities at will. As long as Hisoka revealed even a trace of an opening, he would be attacked.
He also had plenty of time to re-mark, and intersperse the ability to switch coordinates. The actual combat effect was extremely perverted.
Under Oboro's 'gaze', Hisoka was hit in his vital points by Chrollo again and again. The latter would run away after attacking, and hide in the crowd again, or use his coordinates to teleport into the mist.
Before long, Hisoka was already covered in blood, and couldn't even stand steadily.
Even though his Nen was increasing in strength, the Nen that had been converted from his aura had already been used up.
His vitality was flowing away... Finally, Hisoka knelt down on one knee, and couldn't hold on anymore.
At the moment when his body was falling, Chrollo had perfectly captured the opportunity!
He saw Chrollo holding a sharp piece of wood that he didn't know where he had picked up, and instantly flashed behind Hisoka, and inserted the wood into the back of the other party's neck like a dagger. The tip of the wood pierced through Hisoka's throat, and a section of it emerged, dripping with blood.
Hisoka's pupils dilated.
Chrollo, who had changed his appearance, gently hugged Hisoka's limp body with one hand, seemingly wanting to prevent Hisoka's consciousness from dissipating so quickly before his death...
He laughed softly in Hisoka's ear, "This... Is the ending of your life."
After saying this, he let go of his hand.
With a thud, The corpse, from which Hisoka's vitality had suddenly dissipated, slammed onto the ground, and a pool of blood splattered.
Hisoka's expression froze on his face. His eyes were wide open, and he couldn't rest in peace.
Chrollo slowly stood up, dispelled his abilities, and returned to his original appearance... He stepped out of the thick mist, and returned to the open space in the square outside the mist.
Oboro also opened his eyes.
"It's that assimilation ability again. Can it change matter?"
He analyzed.
Although Hisoka had exhausted his tricks, it was still difficult to cause a fatal blow using a piece of wood... Just like how he had assimilated the ground at the beginning, that piece of wood seemed to have been changed and blessed by an ability.
To sum it up... Hisoka hadn't died unjustly.
He hadn't lost in other aspects... He had only lost in his Nen ability.
With a wealth of Nen abilities, there were also many ways to attack, and he could adapt to the situation... Making it even more difficult for the enemy to defend.
And Hisoka's Nen ability had only been one type from beginning to end. Even if he played his Nen ability in various ways, it was still easy to figure out his path.
Moreover, Chrollo's Nen had also been amplified by the 'jelly beans'.
"Leader!"
Seeing Chrollo appear in the form of a victor, Quoll's expression lit up, and he couldn't help but shout.
Chrollo's white shirt also had tears, and he looked slightly disheveled... But compared to Hisoka, he was already quite decent.
"Can we leave?"
Chrollo glanced at his companions, who were also the only two Troupe members who were still alive. He walked to Oboro's side, and said lightly.
"Of course."
Oboro put his hands in his pockets, and nodded.
Immediately after, Chrollo gave Machi and Quoll a look.
Seeing this, the two of them approached him.
It was just that just as they had gotten close, and the three of them were about to stand shoulder to shoulder,
Suddenly, the air exploded, and the aftermath caused by the air explosion made the clothes of the few people nearby shake slightly.
A black shadow flashed past.
It was Oboro's hand that had stretched out, and then put it back into his pocket.
Machi's mind, which had just calmed down, was once again eroded by a chill...
Quoll, who had been standing beside her, had his head explode like a watermelon without any warning.
Hot blood and brains splattered on Machi's face.
Her delicate body couldn't help but tremble... Her face was pale.
This feeling of dying at any time... And not knowing when you would die, and having your fate pinched in someone else's hands, was too terrible!
The key was that under the display of this power, the few of them seemed incredibly weak. Not to mention resisting, they couldn't even struggle...
Chrollo had expected this, and his expression was calm.
He saw that Machi was like she had lost her soul, and couldn't walk. He couldn't help but step forward, and directly picked her up, and looked at Oboro, "Now... Can we leave?"
Oboro nodded with a smile.
However, just as Chrollo turned around, he stopped.
Because not far away... Stood a golden-haired boy, whose clothes were stained with uncoagulated blood, and had a cold expression.
A pair of scarlet eyes were staring at him and Machi.
It was Kurapika, who had arrived after killing Duane.
"I made a deal with Hisoka that I wouldn't touch Machi. Regarding your victory, I'm also happy to let you leave. Consider it a reward. However, he didn't participate in the deal... I can not take action, but whether he takes action or not is hard to say... Whether you can leave or not depends on your own ability."
Oboro looked at Kurapika, and explained to Chrollo.
Whether he would take action or not?
Chrollo chuckled, and slowly closed his eyes.
He didn't recognize the boy, but the killing intent that the other party was exuding... Was too obvious.
"Machi..."
After a brief moment of thought, Chrollo opened his eyes, looked at the woman in his arms, and called out.
"Hmm?"
Machi's face regained a little color.
"You go first. I'll protect you as you leave."
Chrollo said calmly.
"Put me down."
At this time, Machi seemed to have just realized Kurapika's existence. Her voice was much calmer.
The meaning was very obvious, which was to join forces with Chrollo, and fight together.
"Between you and me, only one person can survive. If I'm guessing correctly... He should be the one who killed Bonolenov and Kortopi, and Duane. Quoll is already dead, and the Nen ability that he applied to me is gone... The current me doesn't have the strength from just now."
A gust of cold wind blew over. Chrollo and Kurapika looked at each other from afar, and opened his mouth to make Machi recognize the situation.
"You go."
Machi stood in front of Chrollo.
"You can't stop him... It might not even take a few minutes before you die at his hands. There's no point in you buying time. Leave it to me... Go find Uvogin and Nobunaga, and pass on the will of the Troupe."
Seeing the boy with the chains hanging on his hands walk towards him, Chrollo also stepped forward to meet him, and gently pushed Machi away, "Remember! After finding the two of them, tell them... This is my last order. Don't take revenge!"
Oboro and the others could hear his conversation with Machi clearly.
Oboro couldn't help but praise Chrollo. This person's mind was too calm, and too clear.
He was a natural leader, and he displayed the personality traits of the Specialization type to the fullest.
"Go!"
Chrollo urged again.
Machi's eyes were covered in red blood vessels, and she bit her lip, and disappeared from her spot in an instant.
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