We Can Do It Alone

Zeno didn't care.

He usually takes orders to meet many people, but his appearance is rarely leaked.

Because the commissions that Zeno accepted when he went out were nothing more than targets or cooperative killers like this.

Needless to say, he killed all the targets of the commissions to complete the task.

And the cooperative killers…

The fact that Zeno was asked to take action shows that the commission to be handled is quite troublesome and difficult.

Then, these amateur killers who also cooperated have almost no chance of survival.

But once they can survive…

"By the way, I'll give you my business card."

Even when he was out on a mission, Zeno did not forget to expand his business.

"The address and phone number are on it…"

He enthusiastically distributed the business cards one by one.

"If you have someone you want to kill, you can contact me."

The corners of Zeno's mouth curled up slightly: "I can give you a 30% discount."

It can only be said that, after all, he is an old man who is well-versed in human relations, and the discounts he gives are more than those of the younger generation like Illumi.

Of course, it is not ruled out that the price of asking him to take action is several times that of the younger generation like Illumi…

If these killers in front of him can survive such a mission, then there is still some value in contact.

If they all die, Zeno will just lose some business cards. At most, he can go home and print them again.

There is no loss to him at all.

After all, he is still carrying out A Kill A Day and Never Retire; he's still on the road to working as a professional killer.

He has not thought about retiring. He is only 67 years old, at the peak of his career as a killer.

Compared to the extended retirement age of 63 years outside, he does not think he is out; he can still work for decades!!

"Are they Killua's family…"

Even Kurapika received a business card from Zeno.

"I see; no wonder the pressure they give off is far greater than that of others."

Kurapika looked around secretly: "Although the others present are definitely not ordinary people."

"But I can clearly feel the difference in their abilities."

"The people here who can barely compete with those two…"

Kurapika's sight slowly moved to the front, to the two strangely dressed guys: "I'm afraid there are only these two."

One of them gently folded blood-red paper cranes in his hand; he was wearing a green jacket and had narrowed eyes; he looked like Mercenary Tao in Dragon Ball: "Why do we need to take a secret code?"

Mercenary Tao had a confident and playful smile on his face: "There is no need to call each other that at all…"

(T/N: Intended, calling them the character they look alike)

"Each of us can do it according to our own preferences."

"I feel the same way."

Next to him was a man wearing a crimson cloak jacket that covered half of his face and with tattoos on the corners of his eyes and forehead.

He has a hairstyle similar to Gaara's; the only difference is that he has a small tuft of wine-red hair hanging down on the front of his head.

"Each of us has a different style and way of thinking." 

This Gaara, who seemed to be a noble version of the Shamate style, said lightly: "I also want to act alone." 

"But don't forget, the opponent is the Phantom Troupe!" 

The killer who originally called himself Blue reminded: "It's too reckless to act alone." 

Yellow also agreed: "Just in case, there should be at least some cooperation, right?!" 

"Do we need to cooperate with each other?" 

Mercenary Tao sneered with narrowed eyes and then turned and looked at Kurapika beside him: "Little brother, what do you think?" 

"This…" 

Kurapika looked at the status and strength of the people present and had already made a decision in his heart: "I think a temporary team will cause chaos, and it may also interfere with and affect the original rhythm of our actions. Each of us was invited here because of our unique abilities. If we cooperate with each other, on the one hand, it may leak our professional means of making a living to others, and on the other hand, we may not be able to bring our original advantages and uniqueness into play."

"Acting alone may be the best outcome at the moment."

Of course, these are all superficial official words that seem to be considered for everyone.

In fact, Kurapika has only one idea: These people are too weak, and their personalities are too distinct. If we really work together, the bad things may be even bigger.

In order not to cause excessive emotions, he did not say this, and he kindly reminded everyone: "If anyone needs help from others, they can always use the generosity provided by the Ten Mafia Dons."

"Acting according to each other's plans will not cause any conflicts."

"We can do it alone."

"Well said!"

When these words came out, Mercenary Tao, who squinted his eyes, felt very comfortable: "Five to four, that's it."

Gaara also agreed: "That's right, those who want to join forces can join forces."

"That's right."

While squinting, Mercenary Tao put the blood-red paper crane in his hand on the table.

"The underground auction will start at 9pm. We will work directly in the building at that time." 

After that, the killers began to work seriously. 

Even Zeno and Silva simply put their hands behind their backs or crossed their chests and closed their eyes to rest. 

Just when these killers started to act. 

Not far from there, in a slightly cheaper hotel, in the bathroom, the shower was casually turned aside, washing the blood on the ground. 

In the living room, Chrollo sat leisurely on the sofa, flipping through the books in his hand. 

Uvogin was caught, and he, as the leader, could not remain indifferent. There were many doubts about this action. 

The first thing that concerned them was that the Ten Mafia Dons seemed to know in advance that they would attack the underground auction, and Owl from the Shadow Beasts was sent out in advance to ambush them on their way.

Fortunately, Feitan and the others completely defeated all the Shadow Beasts.

They also brought this Owl and all the auction items in his hands back to the base.

By the way, Feitan also made full use of his excellent interrogation ability.

From the mouth of this man called Owl, a lot of useful key information was obtained.

Among them, there was the news that the eldest lady of the Nostrade family had prophecy ability, allowing the Ten Mafia Dons to make such an arrangement in advance.

"A person with the ability to predict the future…" 

Chrollo's eyes flickered with the light. 

At this time, the phone in his arms also received a message. 

He slowly closed the Skill Hunter book; on one of the pages, it had Owl's face and his Fun Fun Cloth Nen ability printed on it. 

Bilibili. 

Chrollo took out his phone and pressed it twice. 

It was sent by Shalnark with some basic information about the Nostrade family and their previous bodyguards. 

"Squala, Linssen, Shachmono Tocino, Ivlenkov…"

Chrollo's eyes quickly swept through these names and avatars until the leader's column.

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