Hunter x Hunter: Infinite Growth.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Kevin and the others prepared to rest.

"You all rest here for a while. I've already started looking for news about that boy named Kurapika."

We should have results soon, so you don't need to worry for now.

Furthermore, the tragedy in the forest hasn't been exposed yet, so he's probably unaware of it and wouldn't act rashly, especially since he only recently left.

Upon hearing Kevin's words, Pello and Rosanna both nodded.

"Thank you, I really appreciate your help." Rosana expressed her gratitude again; she herself couldn't remember how many times she had thanked him.

Kevin nodded and didn't say anything more.

Now is far from the time to relax.

After returning to his room, Kevin did not fall asleep immediately.

He quietly climbed out the window and carefully examined the entire building.

He activated the "circle" and conducted a simple detection.

No individuals were found to be acting in a illogical manner.

There were few people in the building, and everyone was armed. From the outside, it looked unremarkable, just like an ordinary low-rise residential building.

"We must treat them well and show them the same respect we would show me. We should try our best to meet their needs."

Kevin overheard Wright giving instructions to his men.

He listened quietly for a while, and after confirming the relevant information, he returned to his room through the window.

Although no obvious danger has been detected at the moment, Wright's attitude is really too strange.

It's so good it's almost unbelievable.

What exactly is this for?

He doesn't believe there are no good people in the world.

The problem is that the other party is a gang! And a gang leader at that.

He simply couldn't equate being a gang leader with being willing to help strangers.

Moreover, he made such thorough arrangements that it was as if he knew their situation inside and out.

Kevin's communication over the phone was very limited.

It seems we still cannot let our guard down and must remain vigilant at all times.

There was no other way.

At least for now, Wright seems to have no ill intentions.

Chapter Seventy-Nine: Abandoning the X Clan Extermination News

In an abandoned warehouse outside the city, the Phantom Troupe gathered.

The regimental commander sat on a pile of stones, quietly flipping through the book in his hands.

The surrounding members were all busy with their own things, and the atmosphere was somewhat dull.

Until the swordsman strode over.

"No abnormal information was found, and their traces were not found in any transportation network. Nothing seemed amiss."

Just then, footsteps could be heard outside.

The members who had been gathering intelligence outside have returned, including the wounded Feitan.

Feitan is not an Enhancement-type Devil Fruit user. Although he has good physical attributes, his recovery ability is clearly inferior to Uvogin's.

But he was only injured by Kevin, not by Mito, who was raised up by his spirit after death.

Even now, he is still traveling around despite his injuries, ignoring his companions' repeated attempts to dissuade him.

He was solely focused on finding the guy who had ambushed him and killing him cruelly; only in this way could he vent his hatred.

However, judging from their dejected appearance, it was clear that the operation had yielded no results.

Upon seeing Feitan walk in, Shalnark couldn't help but say, "You've caused quite a commotion. This could disrupt many potential clues and make it more difficult for us to obtain information."

Feitan simply clicked his tongue in response to the knight's complaints and remained silent.

"We didn't find any useful information. Maybe the other party never even came back here."

“I think the other party is very likely in this city,” Nobunaga, still looking sickly, said, leaning against the wall.

"Why do you think so?" the swordsman asked curiously.

"Intuition," Nobunaga replied briefly.

The knight-errant did not refute, but instead seriously considered Nobunaga's point of view.

"Even if they are really here, finding them would be incredibly difficult."

This is a world-renowned metropolis; finding three fugitives in a vast sea of ​​people is extremely difficult.

If someone else were to offer assistance, it would be virtually impossible to find them.

While everyone was talking, the group leader, who had been listening quietly, closed the book in his hand.

The sound of the book closing drew the attention of everyone present.

"The tracking failed. This operation is over. Now we need to deal with the resentment," the leader said calmly.

Feitan gritted his teeth, clearly unwilling to give up. He opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

Because the problems they faced before are now becoming increasingly serious.

Although Uvogin is an Enhancer and has the strongest regenerative ability among them, his injured arm has shown obvious signs of weakening.

A resentful aura swirled within his arm, hindering the exertion of his power.

If Uvogin was like this, then others are even more so.

Moreover, they were all combat personnel, and their abilities were restricted. At this moment, their combat effectiveness was greatly reduced.

Even if he harbored hatred, he had to think about the team at this moment.

Finks, who was next to him, patted him on the shoulder.

After all, he was also one of those affected.

"Let's go. He rescued those two guys, so he definitely won't let this go. He'll come looking for revenge sooner or later. We just need to wait patiently, and he'll definitely come looking for us."

"Haha, I can't wait!" Uvogin laughed heartily twice and said loudly.

Then he grimaced and twisted his arm, feeling extremely annoyed by the stiffness in his shoulder and even his entire arm.

Feitan stared intently at Uvogin, his tone firm and unwavering: "That's my prey."

Uvogin looked at Feitan, sighed helplessly, and shook his head: "There's nothing I can do about it. If he comes looking for revenge on me first, I won't just surrender."

"Hmph." Feitan snorted coldly.

……

Meanwhile, Wright-Nosla arrived at Tiangong Airport with his daughter, family members, and gangsters.

They boarded the airship that had been booked in advance, having chartered the entire airship.

Apart from the necessary operators and service personnel, the rest were all members of the Nosla family.

Only when the airship slowly took off and gradually left Yokers did Wright finally breathe a sigh of relief.

He never expected that he would be under such immense pressure these past two days.

If he hadn't read the prophetic poem beforehand and had a better understanding of the situation, he probably would have revealed his weakness long ago and fled in panic.

The group that chased after Kevin and his group were indeed unscrupulous, searching for all sorts of information and leaving behind a large number of corpses along the way.

Even though she rationally knew there was no great danger, Wright still tossed and turned every night, unable to fall asleep.

Only when the airship took off did he truly breathe a sigh of relief, feeling that he had finally gotten away from the source of danger.

"Thank you so much for your help these past few days," Kevin said with a smile, sitting across from him.

He was aware of the pressure the other person was under.

Wright waved his hand, picked up the tea in front of him, and took a small sip.

After spending these few days together, the two have become much more familiar with each other than before, and are no longer as awkward as they were at the beginning.

“You can stay at my place as long as you like afterward; this is the friendship of the Nosra family,” Wright said sincerely.

Kevin looked at Wright, silently took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and handed it to him.

There was a portrait of a boy on the paper.

"This is a boy named Kurapika. He might come looking for us in a few days."

If he comes, do not stop him; please bring him before me.

Wright curiously took the paper, glanced at it, and immediately understood.

He thought to himself that this boy must be the last "bird" mentioned in the prophetic poem, the one who transformed from a "crow" into a "dove".