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Gourmet Hunter - Chapter 458
🕑 Added 2024-06-26 23:34:18 +0000 UTCChapter 458: Two Conditions
The commotion inside the Ohara Museum continued, while the police force of Bit City mobilized to evacuate nearby residents and complete road closures.
Due to the vast area of the Ohara Museum, the police force couldn't fully surround it.
Thus, when the special forces arrived, the police used patrol cars as cover, aiming their handguns at the front gate and nearby walls.
At the same time, three helicopters flew over, entering the airspace above the Ohara Museum, their bright lights sweeping across the interior.
One of these helicopters belonged to the largest media company in Bit City, while the other two were from the police department, tasked with high-altitude reconnaissance of the park's situation.
Inside the park, Wugu was burned to death.
Luo brushed off the incident, and the members of the Phantom Troupe remained silent.
After a moment, Feitan, who had exhausted most of his nen, finally shook off the complex emotions that had angered him, removed his strange clothes, and assumed an attack stance with his knife.
Unforgivable, unbearable!
Feitan's eyes were filled with a bone-chilling coldness. His mind was consumed with the thought of killing Luo, not considering the consequences for the troupe.
He moved suddenly, but Nobunaga was prepared and intercepted him midway.
Clang!
Blades collided, sparks flew.
"Do you want to die?"
Feitan's hand holding the knife showed no sign of easing, his cold gaze fixed on Nobunaga.
Wugu had thrown the knife to Nobunaga, even disregarding the danger, but he never expected that the knife would be used against a fellow member.
The two blades clashed without giving way, their strengths colliding through the blades, but Feitan's strength was superior, slightly overpowering Nobunaga.
In terms of strength, Feitan ranked fourth in the team, while Nobunaga was eighth, even weaker than Bonolenov.
"If you don't want that stupid head of yours to roll off, stay in line."
Nobunaga's forehead bulged with veins, his face slightly grim. If it weren't for Feitan's reckless actions, the matter would have been resolved by now.
Luo glanced at the confrontation between Feitan and Nobunaga, his eyes slightly lowered. If Nobunaga hadn't intercepted Feitan, he would have killed Feitan within a minute.
However, Luo was in a strong position, and Feitan in a weak one. If Feitan acted so irrationally, he was likely to lose his life.
From this perspective, Nobunaga's interception of Feitan was likely to prevent the situation from worsening and to avoid further casualties in the troupe.
In just a few seconds, Luo discerned Nobunaga's motive but had no reaction, withdrawing his gaze to look at the other members of the Phantom Troupe.
Chrollo, Franklin, Shalnark, and Uvogin, seeing Nobunaga intercept Feitan, secretly sighed in relief.
Without further disrupting the situation, the team might be driven to the brink, and continuing to defy Luo in such a state was suicidal. Hot-tempered people in a fit of rage were indeed hopeless.
Phinks' eyes were as sharp as blades, silently clenching his fists.
He was much calmer than Feitan. Although he wanted to join forces with the team to take down Luo, he understood the situation. If Luo was willing to reconcile for Uvogin and Nobunaga's sake, it would be the best outcome for the troupe.
"Two conditions, and you can get your arm back."
With no one obstructing him, Luo looked at Chrollo, holding up two fingers.
"Luo."
Uvogin couldn't help but step forward. Although he hoped to de-escalate the situation, he didn't want Luo to leave too much resentment towards the members. Both were important to him.
"Uvogin, if it weren't for you, Chrollo would have been dead long before you arrived. Now, just two conditions to get back the arm and for your safe retreat—isn't that enough?"
In the battle with Chrollo, if Luo had a relentless killing intent, how could Chrollo still be standing?
Hearing this, Uvogin gritted his teeth, his anger having no outlet, feeling extremely frustrated.
At this moment, Chrollo asked, "What are the conditions?"
Luo looked at him, coldly saying, "Originally, my conditions weren't excessive. We could even have mutual benefits. But someone's rabid behavior has made me very unhappy, so I've changed my mind."
As he spoke, Luo glanced disdainfully at Feitan.
Feitan, sensing the gaze, his fury intensifying like fuel to a fire. If he hadn't exhausted too much energy and taken a kick injury, he would have broken free from Nobunaga's restraint and charged at Luo.
Luo ignored Feitan, looking at Chrollo, continuing, "First, leave behind all your spoils for tonight. Second, from today onwards, no matter what the Phantom Troupe plans, you must not harm the Kurta Clan."
These were Luo's two conditions. Before stating them, he even deliberately smashed a large pot on Feitan's back, not knowing what effect this pot would have later.
Compared to the first condition, Luo saw an opportunity to resolve the Kurta Clan issue on the spot, sparing himself the trouble of finding the Kurta Clan's location in the future.
Moreover, Luo intended to keep the contents of the three boxes as his reward for tonight's labor. If it weren't for Feitan's incident, he wouldn't have taken even a sip of soup from the Phantom Troupe.
The second condition puzzled the troupe members, except for Chrollo, who was slightly stunned.
The Scarlet Eyes of the Kurta Clan were one of the Seven Beauties.
Recently, Chrollo had developed a keen interest in the Seven Beauties, like collecting cards, vaguely wanting to gather all Seven Beauties.
Tonight's attack on the Ohara Museum was partly for the ancient books and numerous collectibles and partly for the Seven Beauties to be showcased tonight.
However, Chrollo hadn't mentioned this to the other members. Tonight's operation was just the beginning, so why would Luo bring up this condition? Was it a coincidence?
"The Kurta Clan is a hidden tribe. No information channels have any news about the Kurta Clan. What connection does he have with the Kurta Clan?"
Chrollo was puzzled but didn't show it.
In any case, the first condition meant that they had worked in vain today and lost a member.
Before Chrollo could respond, Uvogin looked at Luo and suddenly asked, "If Machi were here, what would you do?"
Luo was slightly taken aback, silent for a while before calmly saying, "There would be no change."
"Machi... wanted to pick a few valuable antiques as gifts for you," Uvogin clenched his fist.
"If possible, I'd prefer her to give me antiques by exploring ruins rather than after a massacre, presenting blood-stained antiques," Luo sighed, initially wanting to question Uvogin hypothetically but held back.
"I accept."
Chrollo suddenly spoke, his decision made after ten seconds of thought.
In an instant, a rare low mood enveloped the troupe members.
Buzz...
The sound of helicopter rotors came from the sky. Two or three helicopters hovered high above, their strong lights shining on everyone present.
Uvogin slowly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, glaring at the helicopters like a beast.
At this moment, he had a surge of anger with no outlet, suddenly charging towards a row of trees planted along the road, uprooting three trees in a row, his nen surging, and hurling them at the helicopters.
The trees struck the helicopters accurately, accompanied by the harsh sound of metal colliding. The helicopters crashed to the ground, exploding into fireballs.
Salin, who had not been involved, suddenly looked cold.
Luo didn't expect Uvogin to make such a move, sighing inwardly again.
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