Hunter x Hunter: Infinite Growth

Even if he harbors hatred, he must still consider the team's well-being 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!" Wo Jinhao laughed loudly twice.

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

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

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

"Hmph." Feitan snorted coldly.

……

Meanwhile, Wright Nosla arrived at Sky Palace Airport with his daughter, family members, and gangsters.

They boarded the pre-booked airship, which they had completely chartered.

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

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

He never imagined 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 and fled in panic long ago.

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 he knew rationally that 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 was finally far away from the source of danger.

"I'm so sorry to have troubled you these past few days," Kevin said with a smile, sitting across from him.

He knew 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 want after that; it’s a matter of friendship within the Nosra family,” Wright said.

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 drawn 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 to me.

Wright curiously took the paper, glanced at it, and immediately understood a thing or two.

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

After Kevin handed over the paper, he carefully observed Wright's reaction.

Seeing the change in Wright's expression, Kevin became even more certain of his guess.

This guy definitely knows something, but how does he know it?

The way he looked at Pyro and Rosanna before was strange; he must be familiar with them.

Not only did he know of the existence of the Kuruta tribe, but could he also have some special connection with this tribe?

Kevin couldn't be sure for the time being.

He knew that the information was too little for him to make a more accurate judgment, so he could only observe carefully.

But during this time, his observations convinced him that Wright definitely knew something about them.

At that moment, the television on the airship was broadcasting the news.

Kevin glanced over unconsciously.

News reports are covering a horrific case: hundreds of bodies have been found in the forests of South Chau, dozens of which have been decapitated and had their eyes gouged out.

Some notes were left at the scene.

The information on this note clearly points to the gang that has committed numerous major crimes in recent years.

Phantom Troupe

It seems we can be absolutely certain that it's them.

"How tragic! Who could have done something so cruel?" A gang member exclaimed as he watched the news.

In their view, such things could all be described as cruel.

"Judging from this, it looks like an entire tribe has been wiped out. The methods are too ruthless. Our gang can only handle one family at most, this..." Some gang members nearby also started discussing.

At this moment, as Pello watched the news, his eyes involuntarily turned red.

Even Rosanna's eyes changed, but luckily they had all worn special colored contact lenses beforehand, so it didn't attract the attention of others.

Although several days have passed since the tragedy, the two of them are clearly still unable to forget the horrific scene of that day.

Meanwhile, Kevin was still watching Wright's reaction.

Wright's face showed no trace of familiarity, confusion, or other unusual emotions; it was as if he were simply reading an ordinary news report.

This differs from Kevin's judgment.

“Wright, are you hiding something from me?” Kevin suddenly asked.

This sudden question made Wright turn to look at Kevin, and a bead of cold sweat involuntarily dripped down his forehead.

So, it turned out they couldn't hide it any longer?

……

In an unknown city, a blond boy dressed in a ribbed outfit strolled down the street, his face filled with curiosity.

He looked around, occasionally chatting enthusiastically with those around him, radiating a radiant, sunny aura.

As he walked, he passed by a series of home appliance stores.

The television in front of the store was playing the news, and some passersby were gathered around it, watching the news and talking quietly.

"Nancha City, I remember it's not far from here, right? It's the city where the forest where the tragic incident happened was mentioned in the news."

"Yes, I never expected such a terrible thing to happen."

"What's wrong with these police officers? So many people have died, and the killer still hasn't been caught?"

"They're all tax thieves, complete idiots."

"Are you stupid? Such a big case must be a gang. How could one person kill more than a hundred people?"

Kurapika, who was passing by, overheard this conversation and couldn't help but frown.

He followed the fishy smell and said, "Where can I find a good cook?"

At that moment, the news was broadcasting detailed information about the tragedy, and the familiar clothing worn by the victims appeared on the screen.

"Hey, why are you pushing?" A passerby was accidentally bumped into by Kurapika and angrily scolded him.

However, when the person turned around and saw Kurapika's expression, he immediately shut his mouth.

Kurapika's expression was like that of a demon, his face full of disbelief, and his eyes instantly turned red.

"Impossible, this is impossible!" He instinctively resisted the reality before him.

"This is news, and it's even on the news..." The person who originally wanted to refute it silently shut up when they saw Kurapika's expression.

Those around noticed something was wrong because Kurapika's clothes were exactly the same as those worn by the victims in the news.

"No, I don't believe it!" Kurapika shouted, turning and running wildly into the distance.

"Hey, look at his clothes..."

"They look exactly like those in the news, could they be his family members?"

"What a poor child."

In a distant alley, a figure holding a portrait watched Kurapika run away and muttered to himself, "That must be him."

Chapter 80 Kurapika X: The Search

Kurapika is speeding through the city.

The city was noisy and bustling, but to him it felt like being in a deathly silent ice cave.

He could not hear any sound from the outside world; he only felt that he had entered a silent space.

The news reports kept echoing in his ears. His bloodshot eyes didn't see the road in front of him, but rather the scenes in the news footage that, though pixelated, were still heart-wrenching.

"No, there must be some mistake."

He staggered along, muttering to himself.

However, his reddened eyes had already betrayed the turmoil in his heart.

He was unwilling to acknowledge the reality before him precisely because, subconsciously, he had already sensed a terrible possibility.

"Hey! Look at that guy."

"Her eyes are so red! Does such a pupil color really exist?"

"Have you heard the legend? The red-eyed demon."

More and more passersby noticed Kurapika's unusual state; his fiery red eyes were impossible to hide.

"Calm down, I need to calm down."

Kurapika gradually noticed the strange looks from those around him. He kept muttering to himself, trying to calm his frantic emotions.

But he simply couldn't do it.

The news had a huge impact on him. The horrific images kept flashing through his mind uncontrollably, and he couldn't help but think about and speculate on the current situation of his people.

He didn't even dare to think about his parents, or what kind of situation they were going through.

The deeper you think about it, the clearer those bloody and horrific scenes become.

As he turned a corner, a figure suddenly darted out from the alley beside him, grabbed him with both hands, covered his mouth, and forcibly dragged him into the alley.

This sudden turn of events caught Kurapika completely off guard. He instinctively drew his weapon from behind him, preparing to retaliate, but his entire body was firmly controlled by his opponent.

He stared intently at the other person with his bloodshot eyes wide open.

Before him stood an ordinary-looking man who was making a shushing gesture at him.

"You're a member of the Kuruta tribe, right? You should be Kurapika, right?" the man asked in a low voice.

Kurapika was surprised that the other party knew his name.

The man continued, "Don't shout. I've been asked to come to you so I can tell you about the other members of the Kuluta tribe."

Upon hearing this news, Kurapika nodded hurriedly.

His eyes were filled with only the word "urgent".

After the other person let go, he grabbed their clothes impatiently and asked anxiously, "How are they now? My people, how are they!"

"Didn't I just tell you not to shout like that!" the man in front of him said, somewhat annoyed.

Kurapika took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down, and nodded at the other person: "Sorry, I've composed myself."

But the man pointed at Kurapika's eyes and said, "This isn't what it means to be in the right state. You need to put on some colored contact lenses."

Kurapika had no time to care about what colored contact lenses were; he was focused on calming himself down.

It took quite a while for the crimson color in his eyes to completely fade.

But it turned red again in no time.

It went on like this for several times before it finally calmed down.

"Follow me." After saying that, the man led Kurapika through a maze of alleys, finally arriving at a secluded house.

Kurapika cautiously surveyed the area for a long time, and only after confirming that there was no danger did he follow them inside.