Chrollo was a frequent visitor to the church.
Whenever he had the chance, he would head there.
He was also quite familiar with Father Aldren, the kindly priest of the church, who held a favorable impression of him.
Because of this, Chrollo often received small benefits from the church.
Not long ago, he had heard that the church had obtained a small amount of a sticky food called rice cakes, which were distributed to particularly devout children.
Among them, the notorious delinquent biker duo Phinks and Feitan had snatched some.
But, as the saying goes, those who rob others will eventually be robbed themselves.
Soon after, those cakes were taken from them by Uvogin and Machi.
Clearly, that was where this grudge began.
"No wonder Uvogin seems so energetic today."
Realizing this, Chrollo suddenly showed an expression of enlightenment.
"So Uvogin must've gotten some good food again today—that's why he has the energy to chase us!"
"What?!"
Without a doubt, Chrollo's words instantly caught Phinks' attention.
And also ignited his anger.
"That bastard got his hands on more good food again?!!"
Phinks ground his teeth.
"Wasn't stealing ours enough? Now he's stealing from other people too?!"
"Why does that big idiot get all the good stuff?!"
The more Phinks thought about it, the angrier he became.
He slammed the throttle.
"I'm going to go settle the score with that idiot right now!!"
Shouting loudly, Phinks seemed emboldened by the scrap motorcycle beneath him and the baseball bat in Feitan's hand.
Apparently he had completely forgotten the miserable experience of having his sticky rice cakes stolen by Uvogin before.
Now he was full of confidence, determined to get revenge.
Two against one, plus a motorcycle and a baseball bat.
The advantage is ours!
"But settling accounts with Uvogin aside…"
Phinks suddenly stretched out his hand toward Chrollo.
"You still need to hand over whatever good stuff you found first, little Chrollo~!!"
After all, a proper robber would never let prey right in front of him escape.
Chrollo: "..."
Seeing Phinks' increasingly "kind" smile, Chrollo quietly pulled something out from his clothes.
It was a videotape he had dug out of the junk pile.
"That's more like it~"
Phinks grabbed it without even looking and stuffed it into his pocket.
"Next time try to find more good stuff like this, hahaha!!"
He grinned widely and twisted the throttle.
With a roar, the motorcycle sped straight toward Uvogin.
Seeing this, Chrollo didn't hesitate.
Without even looking back, he immediately left the area with the silent Shalnark.
Sure, the item had been taken.
But…
Chrollo tightened his grip on the real treasure hidden inside his coat.
He had always liked preparing multiple layers of backup.
For example, he had long anticipated that someone might try to play the role of the mantis-stalking-cicada only to be the oriole behind.
So he had already prepared a piece of junk to keep in his pocket.
If someone tried to rob him, he would simply hand over the trash.
After all, no one knew what he had actually found.
In a place like Meteor City, filled with mountains of garbage, finding useless junk was perfectly normal.
A skinny, delicate-looking boy like him had to use his brain if he wanted to survive among so many ruthless people.
Tricking those who relied only on muscles and brute force—
Like Phinks or Uvogin—
Was simply perfect.
"Uvogin!!!"
As Chrollo and the others hurried away, Phinks' furious roar echoed behind them.
"Give back the sticky rice cakes you stole from me!!"
Hearing that shout, Chrollo and Shalnark instinctively ran even faster.
Still, Chrollo glanced back briefly.
He saw Franklin wisely disengage from the fight, his face bruised and battered as he quickly fled.
After all, if someone else had come to deal with Uvogin, Franklin's job was done.
This was the perfect time to run.
There was no point stubbornly trying to defeat Uvogin.
That would be the stupidest decision.
In Meteor City, preserving your strength and maintaining a healthy body was far more important.
"Who else wants some?!!"
Uvogin wiped the blood from his face—the result of his earlier fight with Franklin.
Ignoring Franklin as he ran off, Uvogin turned his gaze toward the two arrogant newcomers.
When they parked the motorcycle and strode over aggressively—
"So it's you two."
Uvogin curled his lips into a grin.
"What, you forgot about us?!!"
Veins bulged across Phinks' forehead.
"I'm telling you, Uvogin—"
He raised his arm, barely covered by his tattered clothing, and pointed straight at Uvogin's face.
"The sticky rice cakes you stole from us before…"
"We're taking them back with interest!!"
"Sticky rice cakes, huh~~~"
At the mention of that food, Uvogin instinctively smacked his lips.
The fragrance of the sticky rice cakes he had just eaten at Arvin Locke's place still lingered on his tongue.
"You bastard!!"
Phinks exploded in fury.
"You're savoring it, aren't you?!"
"That's exactly what you're doing—savoring it!!"
Those cakes had been stolen from them long ago.
He must have eaten them already.
Yet the moment the topic came up—
Uvogin had actually shown a nostalgic, satisfied expression?!
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