Naruto: Starting from the time when the Six Paths of Pain was Kira Yoshikage

Chapter 105 The Phantom Brigade Gathers, and the Restless Shadow Beast Army

Almost at the same time that Toro Wataru and Kurapika reached an agreement, a thief gang of thieves with a bounty of A-level, consisting of thieves, also quietly arrived in Yorknew City.

The Phantom Troupe is a group that brutally murdered the entire Kurta clan except for Kurapika. Every member is a master of Nen and possesses formidable strength.

The guild's symbol is a tattoo of a twelve-legged black spider, with each leg representing a member and the spider itself representing the leader.

"How long has it been since all 13 of us got together?" The man who spoke had a wild, spiky ponytail, a withered blade of grass dangling from his mouth, and was dressed as a ronin samurai, exuding a carefree and nonchalant air.

Nobunaga Hachama, a member of the Phantom Troupe's combat faction, is skilled with a sword and possesses considerable strength.

At this moment, his heavy dark circles were drooping, and his head was bobbing up and down like a chick pecking at rice. His lazy, sleepy appearance was completely out of place with his identity as a martial arts fighter.

"Three years and two months." A voice suddenly rang out, devoid of any warmth. The man who spoke was dressed in a high-necked black coat, with half of his face hidden beneath the collar, revealing only a pair of sinister eyes.

Feitan Potoo, also a ruthless fighter in the Phantom Troupe, also takes on the task of interrogating hostages. He possesses extremely powerful Nen abilities and is someone even his comrades fear. He paused, then added, "However, compared to last time, the positions of number four and number eight have been switched."

"That guy number four... he should be here today, right?" A rough, hoarse voice rang out. The burly man who spoke looked exactly like Frankenstein's monster from a science fiction movie, with his earlobes drooping exaggeratedly to his chest, swaying back and forth as he spoke.

Franklin Bordeaux remains a member of the Phantom Troupe's fighting faction, and his strength is in no way inferior to Nobunaga and Feitan.

At this moment, his brows were furrowed, his face full of impatience, and he expressed his opinion very directly: "I really hate that guy number four! I don't know why the captain lets this guy run wild."

"Perhaps that guy is indeed quite skilled?"

Nobunaga, still looking sleepy, stroked his chin and slowly said, "His flexible love is not so easy to deal with."

"You overestimate that guy!" Franklin's face darkened instantly, his thick, dark eyebrows standing on end. "That guy is nothing special."

Nobunaga glanced at him sideways, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Words are meaningless; you can say whatever you want."

The moment the words left his mouth, the air seemed to freeze. The silence lasted only a few seconds before the two attacked simultaneously without warning. With a muffled thud, their fists collided violently, the powerful force sending dust flying.

A fierce battle erupted instantly, with whistling punches and flying kicks as the two exchanged ruthless blows.

The two were locked in fierce combat, but none of the surrounding members of the guild made a move to intervene. They seemed completely unfazed, as if the intense battle was nothing more than an insignificant interlude. They continued on their way to their predetermined destination without stopping.

The Phantom Troupe's basic tactic is to fight anyone you don't like, letting your fists decide the outcome. According to the Phantom Troupe's culture, joining is simple: just kill a member and you can replace them as the new member.

The "number four" that some people mentioned joined the Phantom Troupe in this way.

This "number four" is also an old acquaintance, the 44th contestant in the 287th Hunter Exam, a man who calls himself the magician Hisoka.

"all!"

Chrollo Lucilfer, the leader of the Phantom Troupe, stood on a high platform in the abandoned warehouse, his gaze sweeping over his companions like that of a hawk. His tone was calm yet carried an undeniable authority: "Bring back all the treasures from the Yorknew City auction this time."

Kuroro sported a slicked-back hairstyle, with wispy bangs framing his face perfectly. His strikingly handsome features were devoid of expression, save for the distinctive purple cross tattoo on his forehead. The black overcoat he wore, embroidered with an inverted cross on the back, was adorned with delicate feathers at the collar and cuffs, which swayed gently with his slightest movements, creating an eerie contrast with the chilling aura emanating from him.

"Captain." A rough voice broke the brief silence. This time, it belonged to a burly man dressed like a wild man, at least two and a half meters tall, his muscles bulging like rocks, and trembling slightly: "If we rob items at the auction, it means we'll be at odds with gangs all over the world. Are you sure you want to do that?"

Uvogin remains the Phantom Troupe's fighting force. His appearance alone reveals his immense strength, ranking first in arm strength among the 13 members of the Troupe.

Kuroro didn't answer immediately. He merely narrowed his eyes slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips, and asked in return, "Are you scared?"

"Of course not..." Uvogin suddenly threw his head back, letting out a loud laugh that sent dust flying from the warehouse. He revealed two rows of teeth as hard as hydraulic presses, his eyes wide with a bloodthirsty glint. His body trembled more and more violently, every muscle screaming for battle. "I'm excited! So... Commander, give the order!"

"I approve..." Kuroro slowly raised his hand, then his voice suddenly rose, his domineering words echoing through the warehouse: "This time we can unleash a massacre! Anyone who stands in the way of the Phantom Troupe—die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the members of the troupe below erupted in cheers.

Making enemies of gangs worldwide sounds terrifying, but the fact is, two groups are already eyeing these criminal organizations. This isn't suicidal; it's a testament to absolute confidence in their own strength.

At this point, there were less than 24 hours left before the auction officially began.

That night, the Nostrard family...

"Boss, there is an urgent matter to report to you. The young lady's recent divination results for four clients all showed the same outcome. The only thing those four clients have in common is that they are all preparing to participate in this auction."

The guard captain, Dazo Nie, immediately reported the intelligence to his boss, who reported in a panicked manner: "The outcome is... death..."

Having the ability to predict the future makes everything much easier. As long as you predict the future and the result is positive, you only need to follow the instructions of the prophecy. Of course, the prerequisite is that you must first decipher the content of the prophecy.

However, this is the first time I've encountered four divinations all concluding with the outcome of death.

This means that this year's auction will definitely make headlines, and those who are eyeing the auction are certainly not ordinary people.

On the other end of the phone, Wright, the patriarch of the Nosra family, issued a stern order: "Inform our customers of this information immediately, and forbid Neon from attending this auction! She absolutely, positively cannot be allowed to make any mistakes!"

After hanging up the phone, Wright sat down in his chair with a flicker in his eyes, sipping his red wine. Although he had risen to power through his daughter's connections, he had to admit that Wright himself was quite capable.

He keenly sensed that although the auction was extremely dangerous, it was also an opportunity, a rare opportunity, a chance to demonstrate his own value to the "Ten Old Men," the top echelons of the underworld.

If things go smoothly and they catch the eye of these important figures, their own and the Nosla family's status will rise to a higher level.

The premise is that everything must proceed according to the prophecy, and Neon's prophecies have never been wrong.

So, after a very brief moment of thought and internal struggle, Wright picked up his phone and dialed a number.

The day of the auction arrived...

As expected, the Phantom Troupe appeared at the auction. They were immediately met with fierce resistance from the gang members, whose dark gun barrels were all pointed at them. However, ordinary firearms were no different from children's toys in front of them.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Gunshots rang out one after another, but they didn't even manage to brush against the hem of a member of the brigade's clothes.

Uvogin struck first, his thick arm sweeping out several gang members at the forefront, sending them flying like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily against the wall and falling silent. A cruel smile played on his lips, his mouth stretched to his ears, as if he were enjoying this one-sided massacre.

Feitan moved through the crowd like a ghost, his short sword gleaming with an eerie blue light, each swing drawing a line of blood. His brow was slightly furrowed, his eyes as cold as a blade in the dead of winter. Franklin, on the other hand, stood still, his fingers slightly bent, and several Nen bullets shot out instantly, headshotting the enemies hiding behind cover one by one.

The gang members were instantly killed; even the skilled Nen users employed by the company couldn't last three seconds.

In just over ten minutes, the entire auction hall was deserted except for the members of the tour group.

No one survived.

This even included employees of the Nosra family, as well as several other bodyguards who applied for the job along with Toro Kasikura and Kurapika. Finally, Shizuku, one of the Phantom Troupe members, carried her bulging-eyed fish and slowly moved among the corpses, sucking in the lifeless things one by one, all while wearing an innocent and adorable expression.

The militant faction and the logistics team are practically the perfect combination for murder and robbery.

However, when the Phantom Troupe opened the door to the auction items, everyone froze. The room was completely empty; not only were the precious auction items gone, but not even a single duck feather remained.

Uvogin's face instantly darkened, his arrogant smile vanishing without a trace. He gritted his teeth and cursed, "Damn it! I've been tricked!"

The group's plan was doomed to fail the moment the prophecy written in the "Angel's Automatic Notebook" was seen.

"Commander, the vault is empty, there's nothing there."

The members responsible for the auction raid contacted the leader immediately upon discovering the auction items were missing: "The only information we have is that the auctioneer moved the auction items from the vault several hours ago."

"As if they already knew."

Uvogin, who was in charge of the report, had an extremely grim face, with veins bulging on his forehead. He slammed his fist on the wall next to him, making the entire room tremble slightly: "This is too much of a coincidence. I believe there is at least one Judas among us!"

Upon hearing this, the members of the Phantom Troupe still in the abandoned warehouse all turned to look at Kuroro, quietly awaiting his next instructions.

Compared to powerful adversaries, internal traitors are the most intolerable thing.

In other organizations, they might have already started arguing and distrusting each other because of the possibility of internal traitors.

But the tour group did not.

Because their brains—Kuroro's mind is very clear.

"This situation does not exist."

Almost the instant Uvogin voiced his guess, Kuroro responded: "And to me, Judas isn't a traitor either."

"Judas sold Jesus for 30 pieces of silver, so for what price will our traitors sell us out? And what will those who betray us gain?"

Money? Status? Reputation?

Are there really people among us who would be content with just that?

Faced with Kuroro's question, Uvogin almost instinctively replied, "Indeed... no..."

Even the most hot-tempered member of the Phantom Troupe, Kuroro, gradually calmed down after hearing his words, feeling betrayed. The others were even more so.

"And if they are traitors...wouldn't they be unaware of our strength? What level of resistance did you encounter?" Kuroro continued to ask.

Uvogin scratched his head, recalling the auction, and replied, "It was practically nothing...it was a complete rout..."

This level of security is from Uvogin's perspective; from an ordinary person's perspective, it would be considered heavily guarded.

"If I were a traitor, I would surely lead you into a deadly predicament..."

Kuroro stood up and slowly walked to the front of the group: "So the correct situation is... indeed, someone did know about our plan in advance, but the details weren't specific. Even so, the gang leaders still chose to believe it... So, this method of knowing our plan in advance..."

"It should be something like divination or prophecy..."

With just a few words, he pieced together the truth, even defusing the risk of mutual suspicion among the members. A brain is a brain, after all. Unfortunately, recruiting Chrollo was far more difficult than recruiting Kurapika, but thankfully, the now-grown Kurapika was in no way inferior to him in terms of intellect.

"The auction was hosted by a major criminal organization spanning six continents and ten regions; they were respectfully referred to as the Ten Elders by other gangs."

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The "Ten Old Men" have a powerful special operations unit called the "Shadow Beasts," supposedly composed of the most skilled members of the gang. According to the auctioneer, a man named "Owl" visited before the auction... I suspect this unit was responsible for moving the auction items.

The speaker is a young man named Slash who is in charge of intelligence work in the Phantom Troupe. He is also the victim who made Hisoka the "Toilet God of War" in the story.

"Then let's change the mission..." Kuroro said calmly, "Find that shadow beast called 'Owl'...and reclaim what belongs to us."

"Understood!"

Uvogin, on the other end of the phone, flashed his signature smile again: "What about the rest of the Shadow Beasts? Can we kill them?"

"Whatever makes you happy."

The phone hangs up.

Soon, the gangsters also obtained information about the Phantom Troupe and issued a high bounty.

As the saying goes, a great reward will surely bring forth brave men. Countless gang members eager to make a name for themselves quickly formed a large force and found the Brigade's squad led by Uvogin that was attacking the auction venue.

They will be facing Uvogin, who is full of anger but has no way to vent it.

Meanwhile, the four members of the "Shadow Beast" unit, who had just been singled out by the brigade, followed closely behind the main gang.

The saying goes, "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind." What they want to do is be the mantis.

Behind the Yin Beast troops were several other people.

"Kurapika, the Phantom Troupe members are currently scattered..."

Looking at Kurapika, who had activated his Scarlet Eyes in a fit of excitement after learning about the "spider," Hua Shidoulang said, "How about I let you collect some interest first? How many of the spider's legs do you want to remove first?"

The oriole stalks the mantis, while a slingshot follows behind.

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