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Gourmet Hunter - Chapter 469
🕑 Added 2024-06-29 01:53:33 +0000 UTCChapter 469: Nightfall
The wind outside gradually grew stronger, seeping into the building and causing the candle flames to flicker.
An unexpected guest first revealed himself with a playing card, then slowly emerged from the wall.
In the dim candlelight, the most striking feature was his wild, red hair.
This person was none other than Hisoka, whom Luo hadn't seen for many years. Now, he was becoming more like his original appearance in the series, as it was only about five years before the story's start.
"This person is not simple."
Phinks stared intently at the suddenly appearing Hisoka. Some people's abilities could be discerned from their aura.
"Hisoka." Nobunaga's eyelids drooped as he flicked open the hilt of his sword, his gaze sharp and directed at Hisoka on the second-floor balcony.
Uvogin and Machi also recognized Hisoka, the pervert who had caused trouble for Luo at Heavens Arena and was then severely taught a lesson.
"You know him?" Phinks turned his head to look at Nobunaga.
"I've seen him a few times. He's a pervert," Nobunaga replied.
"Casually slandering others is not a good habit." Hisoka pressed the playing card against his lips, his wolf-like eyes sweeping over Nobunaga, with nen energy surging from his aura nodes.
Nobunaga snorted coldly and said in a deep voice, "Are you here to seek death?"
As soon as the words fell, his nen aura burst out, entering a combat state.
In contrast, the other members of the troupe also released their nen energy, covering themselves.
The reason was simple: Hisoka was recklessly releasing his nen energy, forming a nen field around him, showing a posture ready to attack at any moment.
Among everyone, only Chrollo, sitting on a rock, remained unreactive. He clasped his hands, calmly watching the hostile Hisoka.
"So scary." Watching each member of the Phantom Troupe release their aura, Hisoka restrained his smile, made the playing card disappear with a flip of his hand, and said lightly, "Don't be excited, I'm not here to cause trouble."
Hearing Hisoka's words, the members of the troupe did not retract their aura.
At this moment, Feitan, the fastest, was the first to attack, turning into a shadow and slashing at Hisoka's neck.
Hisoka squinted his eyes and leaned back, avoiding Feitan's slash while extending his hands backward, shooting out two strands of "Bungee Gum" that stuck to the balcony wall.
Feitan missed with his slash, quickly released the hilt, and then grabbed it in reverse, driving the tip of the blade down towards Hisoka, who was in an "L" shape.
In this posture, there was no room to dodge.
"Die."
A cold glint flashed in Feitan's eyes.
At this moment, Hisoka's body seemed to be pulled back suddenly by a rope, maintaining that posture, his feet slid on the ground, retreating and avoiding Feitan's downward stab.
Sizzle!
Due to the nen energy wrapped around the blade, the tip easily penetrated the ground, preventing Feitan from pulling it out immediately.
At this moment, Hisoka, who had been pulled back, stopped, like a stone in a slingshot, sliding towards Feitan even faster than before.
In this process, Hisoka straightened his upper body and swung a whip kick towards Feitan's face.
Feitan was slightly startled and hastily raised his left arm.
Bang!
He forcibly blocked the kick but was pushed back two steps by the force, almost stepping on the edge, nearly falling off.
As he was pushed back, Feitan used the force hitting his arm to pull out the knife from the ground, then stabilized his stance and swung a half-arc blade slash towards Hisoka within range.
Seeing this, Hisoka pressed one hand on the ground, used some force, performed several backflips, and avoided Feitan's slash, like a gymnast, leaping into the air and landing on the balcony wall.
A sinister smile appeared on his face, and at some point, he was holding six playing cards.
Then, he released the playing cards. Without any visible force, the six cards flew towards Feitan's arm.
At this moment, Feitan, exhausted, didn't intend to use his knife to block the cards. Standing on the edge of the second-floor platform, he simply leaped back to the first floor.
However, the straight-flying cards curved mid-air, continuing to shoot towards Feitan, who was leaping to the first floor.
"Hmm?"
Feitan's thoughts flashed, and he gathered nen in his eyes, quickly seeing the nen thread connecting his left arm to the playing cards.
In a split second, he made the right decision, not cutting the nen thread with his knife but blocking his left arm with the blade.
Clang! Clang!
The six playing cards were all blocked by Feitan's knife, sparking.
After blocking the cards, Feitan landed steadily and immediately cut off the nen thread sticking to his arm.
"Are you alright?" Uvogin saw Feitan suppressed in a face-off and asked.
Feitan ignored Uvogin and looked up at Hisoka, who had walked out again, standing on the platform's edge.
"Rubber nen?"
He slowly raised his knife, holding it horizontally in front of him.
In the eyes of the Phantom Troupe, Hisoka was a master but far less oppressive than Luo.
So, although they could team up to kill Hisoka, they didn't. Instead, they let Feitan face Hisoka alone. If Feitan thought he had no chance of winning, others would naturally step in.
"I'm different from the dead bodies on the ground. I'm not interested in your heads." Hisoka looked down at Feitan and said, "If you can't calmly listen to my intentions, then I'll..."
Hisoka's eyes curved, a cold killing intent flashing in his pupils, and he said lightly, "I can only choose to kill you first."
Feitan's face turned cold, ready to continue attacking, but then he heard Chrollo say, "Feitan, stop."
"Why?" Feitan looked back at Chrollo.
"Listen to what he has to say first."
Chrollo raised his eyes, calmly staring at Hisoka.
"That's right~"
Hisoka directly sat on the platform's edge, bending one knee and resting a hand on it.
"Your intention?" Chrollo asked.
Hisoka revealed a sinister smile and said, "To join you."
Hearing this, the troupe members were all slightly stunned.
"Reason?" Chrollo's expression remained unchanged.
Hisoka moved the hand resting on his knee, producing a playing card, flipping it back and forth.
He was silent for a moment, then said a name.
"Luo."
...
The night was deep.
Outside a heavily guarded mansion, a winding road led far away, with trees on both sides, lush and green.
Luo perched in a tree half a kilometer away, quietly observing the lit-up mansion.
In the distance, the faint sound of an engine suddenly came.
Luo looked in the direction of the sound, seeing a convoy of about twenty vehicles.
Watching this convoy, Luo hesitated for a moment but decided not to act, letting the convoy enter the mansion.
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