Chapter 97

"I... caught a dead man!"

Kurapika stared at Kurogure, whose face was calm as if he had already accepted the fate of failure and death. He suddenly became abnormally angry and roared in agitation, "What a joke! The Phantom Troupe is the culprit behind the extermination of the Kuruta clan! How can they just die so easily! What about the pain I've endured all these years! And the efforts I've made to become stronger, what do they mean now?"

"Are you a survivor of the Kuruta clan? Ah! I remember now! You have the same beautiful crimson eyes as they do. Although it's unfortunate to say, I really am going to die," Kurogure's tone carried a hint of sadness.

Of course, this sadness was not out of sympathy for the other party's plight, nor was it for himself, but rather for the demise of the Phantom Troupe, which he had personally founded.

"Shut up! Tell me! Where did you hide the eyes of my clan after you massacred them?" Kurapika grabbed the other's collar and lifted him up.

"Ha ha ha! Sorry, I forgot," Kurogure grinned with a very malicious smile.

That expression was both a provocation and a mockery.

For a vengeful person in extreme anger, this was absolutely intolerable, so he quickly paid the price for his words.

The enraged Kurapika did not hesitate at all, and immediately began to beat the enemy who had caused his tragic life, with fists wrapped in Nen.

In just a few seconds, the handsome face of the leader was swollen like a pig's head, and all his teeth were knocked out, with fresh blood and brain matter gushing out of his mouth and nose.

But for some reason, his laughter never stopped, and instead became louder and more manic.

Finally, it was Kurapika who could no longer hold on and stopped first, asking in a slightly trembling voice, "Why! Why can you, scum, kill innocent people without any guilt? Don't you have even a shred of human compassion?"

"Compassion? What is that?" Kurogure spat out a mouthful of blood and laughed, "We never fear or refuse anything, but don't expect to take anything from us. This is the creed of the Phantom Troupe and the entire Meteor Street! For us, death is as common as breathing. Tell me, do you have any unnecessary feelings for the air you breathe every day?"

"Damn it! Die!"

Kurapika's last thread of reason finally snapped, and he transformed completely into a vengeful avenger, striking Kurogure's head with a fist wrapped in Nen.

Crack!

With the sound of the skull breaking, the head of the Phantom Troupe leader exploded instantly, and a large amount of blood and brain matter splattered everywhere.

About one or two seconds later, the headless corpse fell to the ground, face up.

Thus, the last member of the Phantom Troupe, the brain of the spider, finally ended his evil life.

Feeling the lingering strong smell of blood in the air, Kurapika wiped the blood from his face, took a deep breath to force himself to calm down, and then raised his head to ask, "The other members of the Troupe should all have been killed by you, right?"

"Yes! Excluding Zeno, the other twelve members of the Phantom Troupe are all dead, with no one escaping," Allen replied without hesitation.

"That means the Phantom Troupe no longer exists. My remaining goal is to recover the eyes of my clan..."

As he said this, Kurapika revealed a complex mix of confusion, emptiness, and sadness.

From his still fiery red eyes, it was clear that he still found it hard to accept that the Phantom Troupe, which he had always seen as his ultimate revenge target, had been so easily destroyed.

"No! You're wrong! What has been destroyed is just the band of thieves led by Kurogure, not the Phantom Troupe," Allen corrected him meaningfully.

"What do you mean?"

Kurapika was clearly taken aback, not quite understanding the seemingly contradictory statement.

"Very simple! Do you think the Phantom Troupe is just a band of thieves who act recklessly? Think about what they've done! Whether it's the massacre of the Kuruta clan or the war with the mafia to kill the ten elders, was it just for wealth, infamy, or the pleasure of killing and destruction?" Allen hinted calmly.

To be precise, after repeatedly hearing several members of the Troupe say, "The Phantom Troupe will not disappear; it will be reborn in another form," he suddenly realized that these people were not as simple as they seemed.

Especially during each full assembly and action, there was often a strong sense of purpose, as if they had received tasks or commissions from a higher authority.

This meant that the Phantom Troupe might be doing dirty and tiring work for the state, government, or even V5, using the wealth they stole to maintain the fragile social structure of Meteor Street and to purchase essential resources for human survival, such as food, medicine, and protective clothing.

So even if Kurogure and his members were all dead, the manipulators behind the scenes would quickly form a new Phantom Troupe.

Kurapika was not stupid.

On the contrary, he was very smart and good at rational analysis. After a brief silence, he realized the complexity of the situation and quickly responded, "Thank you for the information. I will continue to investigate along this line. No matter who the real culprit is, I will make them pay."

"Don't mention it! If you need help, you can call me anytime. I'm always interested in targets that are challenging to hunt."

With that, Allen turned his gaze to Zeno, who had been standing motionless for a long time, and asked with a half-smile, "Do you need some treatment? Although the arm that has been blown to pieces can't be reattached."

"No need! This minor injury will heal quickly as long as the bleeding is stopped," Zeno glanced at his missing right arm, his tone filled with intense frustration and dissatisfaction.

Unfortunately, this was entirely his own fault, a result of his own cleverness backfiring.

"Since that's the case, let's part ways. By the way, in the game Greed Island, there is a rare card called 'Archangel's Breath' that can instantly heal all injuries, even regenerating lost limbs. You might want to try to find it and regrow your arm. Oh, by the way, Gon and Killua are also investigating information related to this game, so you might run into them."

Allen provided a significant piece of information before leaving.

Whether Zeno would go or not was up to him.

After all, he didn't think the Bomb Trio could match this magician, who exuded a terrifying aura.

"Greed Island? Gon and Killua? Sounds interesting..."

Zeno stroked his chin with a playful expression and soon left the mafia building as well.

With his departure, the originally noisy night finally calmed down, and the underground auction, hosted by Marcus, gradually reached its climax.

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