In the dilapidated building in the old city, when the three of them carried the seriously injured Nobunaga and fled back to Chrollo in embarrassment, they were no longer as eccentric as before.
Everyone was shocked. The Phantom Troupe had killed countless people. This time, four were kidnapped and one was seriously injured. This cannot be forgotten, otherwise how will they frighten the world government in the future?
Chrollo calmly listened to his subordinate's description and remained silent.
It was Duran. Hisoka, who was sitting in the corner, immediately thought of that ghost-like man. Only a nosy person like Duran would provoke the Phantom Troupe.
"He also said that the game will continue tonight. Let us listen to the music. When the music sounds, it means he is here." The red-haired ponytail Ma Qi said in a deep voice: "Captain, let's go rescue Wojin and the others. Now they are hanging by that man."
They were put on public display in the city center, and everyone saw their ugly appearance." They were unwilling to give in. No one had ever challenged them like this. This Six Paths Payne must definitely kill him.
Chrollo still didn't speak. There was too little information. However, judging from the descriptions of his subordinates, the opponent was proficient in the operation system, the release system, and even the enhancement system. He was incomprehensibly powerful.
But you can't avoid hiding. Since the other party said that the game will continue tonight, he will definitely come: "Six Paths Payne, will you give us pain? Is it a hero with a sense of justice, or does he simply want to destroy us?"
It's really hard to understand.
The screams continued, even though they were exhausted. The sunlight turned into steel needles, and the skin was extremely painful. The brain had released too many warning signals, and now the four hostages were as angry as gossamer.
Six Paths Payne was standing next to the four people, and no one was allowed to touch them. No one knew what happened. It wasn't until they heard what happened last night that they knew that these four people had sneaked into the underground auction and killed them yesterday.
Many people were later caught by the Ax Gang.
Kurapika had been standing by the side last night. He saw the spider tattoo on the hostage's body and knew that these four people were members of the Phantom Troupe. He did not step forward and just listened to their screams.
Blood and screams have always been Kurapika's nightmare, but for the first time he discovered that the enemy's screams were as beautiful as fairy music, which fascinated him. His tribe was killed by this group of people. There was no reason, and all the tribesmen were killed.
Dead. Kurapika felt a perverted pleasure in his heart as he watched the spider being punished. He even hoped that the spider would not die so quickly and would suffer more.
"Quickly, take a picture for me." These are the tourists who came to participate in the fantasy auction. They just watched the lively melon-eating crowd, but they were very curious when they saw someone being hung up and tortured.
This was simply humiliating. On this day, the four hostages recalled the limits and helplessness of being human. They felt resentful and wished they could kill Dulan, but they could not do it. At this time, their hearts were filled with anger and they did not dare to
, frustration, humiliation, and most obviously pain.
The tourists used the suffering spider members as the background and posted the video photos on the Internet, spreading them throughout the world. At this moment, the terrifying image of the Phantom Troupe completely collapsed, and the haze above their heads was swept away.
Some people with telekinesis recognized the tattoos on the hostages: "Damn, it turned out to be the Phantom Troupe. They were fake, right? Didn't they say they were very powerful? How come they were beaten like this? Are their legs broken?"
"Have you seen them before?"
"No."
"I've never seen them before. How do I know they are very powerful? I think they are not worthy of their name. Look, even the gang can catch four of them. I guess their reputation in the past was just for bullying the weak. They have never met a big organization like the gang.
There’s a solution.”
"That makes sense. I've heard how powerful the Phantom Troupe is before, but many of the people who were actually killed were ordinary people or rich people. I really haven't heard of any earth-shattering things they did."
"Isn't that right? Otherwise, how could they be so miserable? If they are so powerful, why don't others come to rescue them? Aren't they afraid of gangs?"
"So that's it, they are a bunch of rubbish. This time they messed with the wrong people and they're done. It's really embarrassing."
Many people thought this way. Within a day, the Phantom Troupe became synonymous with bullying and fearing the strong, which was an indescribable relief for Kurapika.
It was not until evening that the four hostages had no strength to scream, and their vocal cords had turned into meat paste. Kurapika came up and said, "Please let me go. I have a few questions to ask them."
When the puppet saw it was Kurapika, he asked him to go in: "Follow me." The puppet walked up to Wojin, opened his mouth, and gave him a fairy bean to eat: "His vocal cords were destroyed.
It’s impossible to speak without eating fairy beans.”
Kurapika was stunned: "Are you Duran?"
The puppet gave Kurapika a smile: "This is the puppet I operate, named Six Paths Pain. He is a person who specializes in bringing pain to the Phantom Troupe. Do you want to relieve your anger?"
"Thank you." What else could Kurapika say.
After eating the fairy beans, all the strength in Wojin's body came back: "Okay, give me some more." Provoking the puppet.
The puppet didn't say a word and directly hit Wojin's painful point. The pain amplified tens of thousands of times hit his brain, and his full state was knocked back to a half-dead state. His voice became hoarse again after he recovered.
"You can ask now."
Kurapika looked at Wojin: "Why did you attack the Kuluta tribe many years ago?"
??"Are they related to the people we killed? What kind of Kuluta tribe? I have killed so many people, how can I remember it?" Although his brain was numb from the stinging pain, Wojin still answered the question fluently.
, but he really can’t remember the Kuluta tribe. He killed too many people.
With his eyes red, Kurapika couldn't believe that there could be such a cruel murderer in the world: "How can you be so cold-blooded? Don't you know that you are killing lives one by one?"
"Your eyes?" Seeing Kurapika's red eyes, the golden sockets finally gave him some idea: "They are from the red-eyed clan. Our boss likes your clan's eyeballs very much."
The more I asked, the angrier I became: "Why, why?"
"Why?" Li Li asked calmly. From Wojin's perspective, killing was just a daily routine and not something illegal. They had no morals or legal constraints. They could do whatever they wanted.
"Kurapika, do you still want to convince them? Don't waste your time. These people are all **** personalities. They think they are not human beings, and of course they will not treat us as human beings." Duran asked.
The puppet's mouth said: "Their childhoods were miserable and they were treated inhumanely, so they all have natural excuses to retaliate against society and to harm innocent people. They will not regret it, even if you kill them
.”
"A miserable childhood is not a reason to kill." Kurapika's entire family was wiped out, and his childhood was equally miserable, but he did not give up on himself like the people in the Phantom Troupe and took pleasure in hurting other unrelated people.
"So, they cannot be treated like humans. Don't worry, I will correct their twisted characters. I have prepared a full set of painful treatments for them. Now it is just the first level, the most painful." (To be completed.)