Chapter 89

A few minutes later, Baudelaire pushed open the door and walked in from outside.

Before he could even start to report his encounter, Allen, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, took the initiative to ask, "What was your first impression of Kurolo?"

"His aura isn't very strong, but his abilities are quite peculiar. And as you said, his mind is very sharp and flexible. He saw through my intentions at a glance, making him a real troublemaker," Baudelaire replied without hesitation.

To be honest, Kurolo was the type he liked the least and was also the one he was least adept at dealing with.

Compared to someone who relies on "tricks and schemes" to fight, he clearly preferred a straightforward confrontation with someone like Wokkin, who had enhanced abilities.

To be precise, this was also a common issue among most enhanced Nen ability users.

"Did you know he followed you all the way to the hotel entrance?" Allen turned his head and asked with a smile.

"What? He followed me!"

Baudelaire's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly ran to the window to look down. Sure enough, he saw Kurolo's back as he turned to leave: "Damn! I was careless!"

"No! This was actually within my expectations. If I'm not mistaken, when the Phantom Troupe launches their attack tonight, they will also target this hotel. So go tell Marcus to start moving the people and important assets immediately. Stay away from any businesses related to the mafia, and don't use credit cards or checks. Use cash and find some small hotels to stay in." Allen gave instructions without a hint of emotion.

With the hunting map, no matter how Kurolo changes or adjusts his strategy, he can handle it calmly.

After all, the personnel distribution and movement directions on the map don't lie!

Baudelaire immediately nodded: "Understood! Then tonight..."

"The plan for tonight remains the same! If the Troupe can't find what they're looking for in this hotel, they will still head to the mafia headquarters. At that time, they will become the prey that falls into the trap, and no matter how they struggle, they won't be able to escape my grasp." As he spoke, Allen raised his hand and made a grabbing motion.

"What about me?"

Feijie, drenched in sweat, pointed to her nose.

After completing a full set of Nen ability training, she felt almost exhausted, sitting on the ground and leaning against the wall, panting heavily.

"You will act with me tonight. Remember, no matter what happens, don't act on your own, or you might really die." Allen warned her with a serious expression.

Feijie rolled her eyes irritably: "Don't worry, I'm well aware of the gap between me and you monsters. I won't go to my death in vain."

...

Time flew by, and a few hours passed in the blink of an eye.

When night fell over Yorknew City, the entire mafia-controlled building was on high alert, with armed men patrolling everywhere, numbering in the hundreds, equipped with rocket launchers and fragmentation grenades. In terms of firepower, it was equivalent to one or two regular infantry battalions.

More incredibly, even the city's police had been bought and controlled, actively sealing off all traffic routes and conducting checks on passing vehicles and pedestrians.

To eliminate the Phantom Troupe in one fell swoop, the Ten Elders had put all their cards on the table.

Even the temporarily recruited killers and bounty hunters were offered a down payment of 500 million just for joining, and a reward of 2 to 4 billion for killing a member of the Troupe.

Enticed by the naked lure of money, over a dozen Nen ability users were recruited in just one day.

Allen was currently sitting with these people, a playful smile on his face, his gaze constantly shifting between Kurapika, Gon, and Zebu of the Zoldyck family.

In his view, apart from these three, the rest were far from being able to deal with the Phantom Troupe, let alone even match the Dark Beasts.

There was no way around it!

Most Nen ability users who learned on their own were at this level.

They didn't even know the four basic practices and several advanced techniques, relying entirely on intuition and interest to develop their abilities.

While some had considerable potential and unique abilities, their overall aura was generally low, even pitifully so.

As these people began to discuss what kind of codenames they should give themselves and how they would cooperate to hunt the Troupe members, Allen's phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

The short, sharp sound instantly drew the attention of everyone around.

But he remained calm, pulling out the phone and pressing the answer button: "Hello?"

"Allen! The war has begun! Are you ready?"

The excited and deranged voice of Hisoka just reached his ears when a violent explosion suddenly occurred outside the building, the flames lighting up the dark night sky, followed by the sound of gunfire and screams echoing through the streets.

"Ah! I've been ready for a long time! Let's start the party!"

As the last word left his lips, Allen directly removed his disguise, revealing his true face.

Not only him, but Baudelaire and Feijie also followed suit, changing their facial muscles to show their true faces.

"Al... Allen! Baudelaire?"

Seeing the familiar figures and faces, Kurapika's expression changed instantly, and he stared intently at Feijie, who was thought to be dead: "You're not dead?"

"Almost! I'm very sorry for keeping it from you, but it was a request from my savior, and I couldn't refuse." Feijie explained helplessly, shrugging her shoulders.

"I see! The 'common friend' Hisoka mentioned was you!" Kurapika raised his head and looked into Allen's eyes, which were glowing with a violet light.

The latter smiled and nodded: "That's right! This is a carefully designed hunting ground, and the spiders are my prey. If you are also interested in the Phantom Troupe, let's have a fair competition."

"Oh? A competition! Young people these days are truly becoming more and more formidable." Zeno stroked his beard thoughtfully.

"Thank you for your praise. If you don't mind, I'll be going first."

As he spoke,

Allen grabbed Baudelaire and Feijie, one on each side, and they broke through the window, jumping from a height of over a hundred meters.

Using his jet propulsion ability, he decelerated several times in mid-air and finally landed safely in the area where the intense battle was taking place.

Seeing this, Zebu couldn't help but sigh: "Just as Killua said, he really is a monster, both in ability and aura. Father, if we want to win this time, it might be a bit difficult."

"Ha ha ha! That's what makes it challenging, isn't it? Besides, the mission we accepted doesn't conflict with his goals. No matter how many Troupe members he kills, we won't lose any money." Zeno laughed and led the way out of the room.

"Fair competition..."

Kurapika subconsciously clenched his fists, realizing he couldn't wait any longer and had to take action immediately.

Otherwise, the Phantom Troupe might really be wiped out tonight, disappearing from the world forever.

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