One Of The Seven Most Beautiful Colors In The World

Instantly, an orange-yellow beam suddenly shot towards Chrollo, whose pupils shrank slightly.

It's the unique skill of the Crane School Martial Arts, the Dodon Ray.

It concentrates and gathers the aura in his fingers and then sends it out with a bang.

It is extremely powerful and has a wide range.

It focuses on one point and penetrates it.

If he gathers aura for a long time, he can blow up the entire arena of the Heavens Arena.

For Chrollo, who currently consumes a lot of aura, this little trick that makes him consume more aura is undoubtedly the best choice.

But for Chrollo, the person involved, it doesn't feel so wonderful.

This orange-yellow beam that comes one after another is like the call of the god of death. 

If he doesn't pay attention, the beam may completely destroy him. 

The current situation is the beginning of Chrollo's collapse, and it is also the situation he least wants to face!

"Is he an Emission type?"

While constantly dodging the attack, Chrollo's mind emerged with such thoughts but quickly erased them.

"He should be like me; both of us are Specialist types."

"And he has more than one Nen ability!!"

This is the resonance of people of the same kind.

Chrollo feels that Lan and him are almost the same type of guys.

It's just that the paths they choose are different.

"I can't just sit and wait to die!!"

Chrollo once again exerts his characteristics as a counterattack-type fighter.

While dodging, he tried to get closer to Lan step by step.

And his actions, in Lan's calm eyes, were just a step closer to death.

He was not only good at long-range attacks, but his close-range skills were even more commendable!!

And just as Chrollo was moving towards death step by step.

The members of the Phantom Troupe outside the Cemetery Building had finally resolved their current disagreements.

"You're lucky!!"

Nobunaga had a gloomy expression while looking at Hisoka, who was at ease and didn't take him seriously at all.

He wanted to draw his sword and cut off Hisoka's waist right now.

In the coin toss just now, he and Feitan both guessed wrong, but Hisoka guessed right.

So, he could only respect Hisoka's opinion first.

Feitan and Nobunaga both had reason to suspect that Hisoka might have tampered with the coin toss, but there was no evidence.

"I told you, I will keep an eye on you!!"

Nobunaga's eyes were bulging, and he wished he could keep his eyes on Hisoka.

"I will find out what you are up to! Sooner or later, you will be exposed!!"

"Hehe."

Hisoka laughed casually twice; his tone was extremely perfunctory.

Nobunaga admitted that Hisoka was good at making people angry, and he wished he could fight with him right now.

While he was angry, Bonolenov Ndongo and Kortopi also rushed to the scene.

Well, even Hisoka was not in the base.

What's the point of the two of them guarding that dilapidated house?

Of course, this is not the point.

The point is…

"Ah?"

Shizuku held her mobile phone.

"Why have not the leader sent a message?"

She kept flipping through her mobile phone as if she wanted to find the message from Chrollo.

"It's past the time originally planned to send the message."

The Phantom Troupe's big fuss outside was not a random act.

As the leader, Chrollo made a detailed plan for every step.

One of them was to release the deployment of the next action to them at this time.

But…

The action order still didn't come.

The scene was silent for a second with Shizuku's words.

Then… Hisoka was the first to look up, and the others followed.

A group of people looked at the top of the Cemetery Building.

"Strange, there is no movement?!"

Phinks was the first to speak: "Doesn't the top floor look very peaceful?"

Feitan narrowed his eyes: "The more ordinary it is, the more unusual it is!!"

He said sentences that sounded so strange, but everyone else understood what he meant.

Nobunaga was concise and clear: "Chrollo is in trouble, too!!!"

Well, after Uvogin and Shalnark.

Something bad seems to have happened to their leader, Chrollo!

"It's all your fault!!"

Nobunaga once again pointed his anger at Hisoka: "You are the ones who are secretly planning something bad that will harm the group…"

Before he finished speaking, his hand had already touched the sheath of his sword.

Then he looked at Hisoka, who seemed to be particularly defenseless at this time as if he was facing a great enemy.

"Hisoka, what do you want to do?!"

Seeing this, Franklin also stood up and stopped the restlessness again and looked at Hisoka vigilantly.

"It's like this again…"

Seeing this scene, Bonolenov Ndongo and Kortopi couldn't help but want to shout out.

Such bloodlust, expression, and performance are almost the same as before inside the abandoned building.

Swish!!

Hisoka ignored everyone at the scene and rushed directly towards the direction of the Cemetery Building.

Pakunoda took out her gun, and Feitan drew out his sword.

"Wait!"

Machi stopped the two people who wanted to attack immediately.

"The key now is Chrollo, not Hisoka!!"

She frowned and directly pointed out the key point: "Follow him and see what's going on!!"

"Anyway, we are behind him, so we can attack him at will."

After saying that, she ignored everyone's thoughts and immediately followed.

Nobunaga followed her without thinking.

The rest of the people did not think much either and just followed quietly.

Therefore, all the Phantom Troupe mafias present set out and headed towards the Cemetery Building.

At this moment, the Cemetery Building has become very quiet now.

After Silva's two heavy blows, there was no further movement.

Especially after the so-called Ten Mafia Dons came forward and defined the matter of the leader of the Phantom Troupe being killed.

The mafias present all felt that the matter was over.

Everything was fine, and Ten Mafia Dons had taken care of everything.

All the guys who opposed the Ten Mafia Dons were killed.

They continued to occupy the high position and power of the underground forces.

They started to relax and enjoy the fun of this underground auction.

Only Kurapika looked calm and watched everything in front of him coldly.

All this extravagant and glamorous, he didn't believe that the leader of the Phantom Troupe was killed just like that.

Even if the leader was killed, Lan should have passed a piece of news to him rather than the comments given by the representative of the Ten Mafia Dons, who looked extremely stiff, lifeless, and like dead dolls.

Kurapika wanted to go upstairs to find out what was going on.

But unfortunately, the auction had already started.

Not only does he need to complete his boss's order and bid for something that the young lady liked, but also because, among the many auction items tonight.

There was something that Kurapika cared about.

The fiery Scarlet Eyes of the Kurta Clan. One of the seven most beautiful colors in this world.

It is said that there are only 36 pairs left in the world, and the rest have long disappeared.

Kurapika did not move an inch because the eyes of his tribesmen were to be auctioned.

Between his enemy, Phantom Troupe, and the eyes of his tribesmen, Kurapika chose the latter without hesitation.

He forced himself to calm down and waited for the moment when the auction officially began.