In HxH with Doraemon Pocket

"Another person who knows Morin?"

Kurapika had thoughts similar to Chrollo.

"Baise, do you also know Morin?"

He hadn't expected that a colleague he'd worked with for so long would also be acquainted with Morin.

"Hmm?" Baise replied vaguely, then dialed Morin's number.

"Hello?" Morin's voice came through the phone.

"It really is Morin." Upon hearing the voice, both Kurapika and Chrollo recognized it.

Meanwhile, Basho, standing next to them, said,

"Oooooo. So all of you know this Morin person, and I'm the only one who doesn't?!"

"Calling me now—you must have encountered the leader, right?"

On the other end, Morin's light laughter came through.

"Yo, leader, have you achieved your goal?"

"Yes, it was even easier than I imagined," Chrollo greeted back.

"How about on your end?"

"Same here. These so-called expert assassins and mafia members don't even spark my interest in fighting."

"The Shadow Beasts are all dead, and the rest are just a few big cats. It's quite lamentable to see the mafia reduced to this state."

Though Morin spoke those words, his tone was casual—showing no real sense of lament.

"You should bring your boss, Neon, back. Something big has happened on the mafia side, and it's proper to return early to reorganize," Morin advised Baise.

"Don't think about making a move; the leader hasn't done anything to harm your boss."

"Besides, you're no match for him, and acting rashly will only cost you your lives."

Click. Morin hung up.

He knew Baise would definitely heed his words.

As for Kurapika and Basho... if they listened, that would be fine. But if they insisted on fulfilling their duties as bodyguards and lost their lives in the process, that would be their own doing.

Wise words are wasted on those doomed to perish—Morin had delivered his message. Whether they listened was up to them.

After the call ended, Kurapika and Basho fell silent.

Baise, however, put away her phone and opened a path, indicating her stance.

Kurapika glanced at Baise's actions and sighed lightly.

"I need to check on my boss's condition."

He sheathed his sword and stepped forward.

"Go ahead," Chrollo chuckled softly, extending his hand as the aura around him gradually dissipated.

If he could avoid fighting, he was happy to do so.

From Kurapika's actions, it was clear he had taken Morin's words to heart. And at such a moment, he made a proper judgment and chose the correct path.

"It's rare to find such a figure within the mafia."

Chrollo held a slight admiration for Kurapika—but only slight.

Kurapika conducted a thorough examination of Neon and found no injuries.

Although he couldn't rule out the possibility of her being affected by some Nen ability, Chrollo—being the leader of the Phantom Troupe—wouldn't bother with a little girl.

Moreover, Neon didn't seem to hold any value that would warrant Chrollo's personal intervention...

Suddenly, Kurapika's hand trembled.

He seemed to realize something and quickly turned to look at Chrollo.

"You're quite perceptive, aren't you?"

Even though Kurapika hadn't said anything, Chrollo could already guess what he was thinking from his expression and demeanor.

His admiration for Kurapika grew slightly.

"Alright, since you've checked, I should be on my way," Chrollo said, dusting himself off. He smiled lightly at the group and waved as he left the scene.

Kurapika watched Chrollo's departing figure, his hands involuntarily clenching...

"That's the leader of the Phantom Troupe—the opponent Hisoka has always wanted to face."

Recalling the cooperation agreement he'd reached with Hisoka earlier, Kurapika felt a heavy weight on his heart.

"Is the boss alright, Kurapika?!" Basho also stepped forward, concerned.

"In terms of health, the boss is fine."

"That's good to hear~"

Basho let out a slight sigh of relief, but he couldn't shake the feeling that Kurapika was hinting at something unsaid.

"But when it comes to Nen abilities, it's not so certain."

Kurapika looked at Neon's sleeping form, feeling a weight on his heart.

He had almost guessed Chrollo's objective. After all, the essence of the Phantom Troupe is thievery.

Luring Neon to such a place, with the leader personally involved...

The target must be Neon's fortune-telling Nen ability.

"There's a high chance her Nen ability was stolen. But to achieve such a powerful effect, there must be numerous strict conditions."

"Otherwise, judging by how they eliminated the Shadow Beasts, he could've easily sent any member of the Troupe to our hotel, swept through us, and kidnapped Neon."

"But he didn't do that; instead, he came personally and didn't harm Neon—suggesting that the theft of Nen abilities requires Neon's safety as a prerequisite."

"It's even possible that if the ability user dies, the stolen Nen ability disappears and becomes unusable—existing under such conditions."

Just from the fact that Chrollo personally intervened and Neon was unharmed, Kurapika deduced the limitations after Chrollo stole an ability.

"But knowing this, what good does it do?"

He shook his head, sighing with a hint of self-mockery.

"I have no clue about the method of stealing abilities, how to use the stolen abilities, or how to recover them—which are the most crucial points."

"If the boss's father finds out that the daughter he relies on for his position has become an ordinary person and lost her fortune-telling ability..."

Kurapika pondered this, and then his phone rang again. It was Melody calling.

"Hello, Melody, what... you mean, the boss and all of them?!"

On Kurapika's end, he received shocking news from the Cemetery Hotel.

Meanwhile, outside, Chrollo received another call.

"Is that so? The Ten Dons have been dealt with?"

"Hmm?" On the other end, Illumi nodded slightly.

"The process was a bit convoluted, but the job is done."

"Good. I'll transfer the remaining payment shortly."

Chrollo hung up the phone, taking a deep breath.

"Looks like it's all over."

On the other side, outside the abandoned building—

"Hung up, huh?" Illumi tilted his head, looking at the phone Chrollo had just hung up, then turned to another phone on his right.

"Are you sure you've dealt with all the Ten Dons, Kalluto?"

"Of course. This time I even brought out my grandpa's grandpa, so there was no chance of failure."

In an ultra-luxurious room, Kalluto—dressed in a kimono—glanced expressionlessly at the ten old men covered in paper scraps and continued:

"But you—the assassination was your job, yet you passed it to me? What are you up to, Illumi?!"

"It's not a scheme. Just... someone gave me another job."

Illumi gazed at the distant abandoned building.

"I might need you to come over, Kalluto."

"I need to borrow your paper ability and some aspects of manipulation."

On the other end, Kalluto looked bewildered. Nearby, Maha Zoldyck lay on a Ten Dons-exclusive rocking chair, chuckling.

No matter how powerful, influential, or strong the old men were, they stood no chance against a world-class powerhouse like Maha Zoldyck.

This time, Maha didn't even need to act—Kalluto alone wiped out the Ten Dons.

Without the Shadow Beasts as protection, they were nothing.

"Doing this..." Illumi explained on the phone what Kalluto needed to do.

"Controlling the entire mafia of Yorknew City—you sure have guts, Illumi!"

After hearing Illumi's plan, Kalluto couldn't help but comment.

"It's just a job," Illumi's tone remained unchanged.

"There will be someone within the mafia to assist you, likely from the Nostrade family—a person named Kurapika."

"You two will handle the arrangements on the mafia side. Once it's done, report back to me."

"Here's Kurapika's number. If anything comes up, contact him and work together."

After sending Kurapika's number to Kalluto, Illumi hung up.

Kalluto stared at the phone for a while.

"Going to such lengths to manipulate the mafia against the Phantom Troupe... and it's called a job?"

"The person who commissioned this must be Hisoka, who is often with Illumi, right?!"