Throne of Shadows: The Conqueror (HxH)

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"What!? You all fought him together?"

Nobunaga's disbelief echoed across the hot air balloon they were using to escape the auction.

Nobunaga's reaction was mirrored by everyone else as they turned their attention to Feitan and Franklin, then to Shizuku's severed arm.

"...!"

Uvogin blinked in surprise, recalling that the man Feitan and the others had fought appeared unharmed, which spoke volumes about his strength.

Despite this revelation, they remained focused on their mission to loot the auction, having obtained vital information about the empty vault through the interrogation of the auction staff.

Meanwhile...

"..."

Feitan remained silent, his expression tight-lipped, refusing to engage.

He felt annoyed by their reaction and looked away, his irritation palpable.

Meanwhile, Franklin shook his head, observing the ongoing battle in the auction hall below.

"That guy managed to take on both Zeno Zoldyck and Silva Zoldyck head-on. He's a formidable opponent."

"Arghh!! I should've stayed and fought," Uvogin lamented, scratching his head with frustration as he glanced back at the wreckage of the auction hall.

He regretted not following his instinct to join the fight.

Meanwhile, Machi frowned and turned to Shizuku.

"Let me stitch up your arm first, Shizuku..."

She had expected Raymond to be formidable, but knowing him to take on three of their members left her completely astonished.

The presence of Feitan among them made it even more unbelievable to her.

Machi couldn't deny that she had underestimated Raymond.

However, strangely, she didn't feel repulsed by this realization. In fact, she felt a slight sense of relief knowing that Raymond had survived the encounter.

Pushing aside her complex emotions, Machi focused on her patient, channeling her Nen into her hand for the task at hand.

"..."

As Shizuku nodded, she extended her arm to Machi, who immediately began to utilize her ability.

A bright light emanated from Machi's hand, casting a glow over the hot air balloon where they were situated.

All eyes turned towards the ongoing procedure as Machi skillfully wielded her Nen to stitch up Shizuku's arm.

"Uvo... It's our leader..."

"Huh, me? Alright..."

Shalnark interrupted the tense atmosphere, handing a ringing cell phone to Uvogin, who accepted it with a puzzled expression before bringing it to his ear.

After a moment, the call connected.

"Have you completed the mission?"

A familiar voice came through the line, prompting Uvogin to scratch his nose before responding, "Well, about that..."

He proceeded to explain the situation in detail, informing Chrollo that the vault was empty and had been seized by a group of professionals known as the Shadow Beasts.

He revealed that the auction was merely a facade for the Ten Dons' true intentions, which he couldn't understand.

"I see."

Chrollo's voice sounded thoughtful on the other end, and everyone on the hot air balloon waited in anticipation for his next instructions.

"Since you have the information, take everything from the Shadow Beasts," he instructed, and Uvogin grinned in response.

"Keke... Understood!"

With that, a wave of excitement swept through the group as they nodded at each other.

On the other side of the city, Chrollo lowered his cell phone and sank into a pensive silence.

"Armed guests... empty vault... the Zoldycks..."

He muttered to himself, his mind racing with possibilities. His gaze drifted out the window, and his eyes gleamed with recognition as he remembered a man he had encountered five years ago.

"...Raymond Celestia, huh?"

The Ten Dons' intentions became clear to him.

Despite the unfortunate timing, their follow-up plan remained feasible.

"Hmm..."

Yet, Chrollo couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing, as if there were pieces of the puzzle still waiting to be fitted together.

The moonlight cast its glow over the building, illuminating the scene as Hisoka's eyes lingered on the leaders of the Phantom Troupe.

With a hint of longing, he took a silent breath and murmured to himself, "Not yet, I have to hold back..."

His gaze shifted to Pakunoda and Kortopi, their presence sparking a hint of annoyance in his eyes.

But it quickly faded into a sly smirk as he chuckled, "Kekeke..."

Everyone turned their heads toward Hisoka, puzzled by the clown's strange behavior.

"...Weirdo," With a shake of their heads, they returned to their tasks.

"..."

Hisoka paid little attention to their reactions.

His muscles tensed throughout his body as he closed his eyes and murmured, "Ahh... I can feel it, the incoming party..."

The night sky was clear, the moon casting its brilliant glow over a grand mansion nestled in the outskirts of the city.

Inside the opulent halls of the sprawling estate, a circular table sat amidst ten luxurious chairs. The room was adorned with fancy chandeliers and gilded accents, adding to the air of elegance and prestige.

Ten figures occupied each chair, their expressions weighted with silence.

"...They failed, huh?"

"It's difficult to believe..."

"To think that even Zeno and Silva Zoldyck couldn't take him down in one shoot..."

The news they had received left them incredulous, their annoyance palpable in the tense air.

They had received an advance notice from the assassins themselves, warning them of the difficulty of the task and setting an exorbitant price. They even admitted the possibility of failure.

It was outrageous!

Despite this, they had agreed to the terms and had taken the initiative to dispatch their own men to be part of the operation.

"Hmm?"

Giorgio Romano, representing the House of Romano among the Ten Dons, turned to his men as one of them approached him with urgency.

His men whispered something in his ear as he immediately widened his eyes in disbelief and questioned, "...Are you certain about this?"

"It was confirmed by The Fool..."

"..."

His men nodded solemnly, confirming the information with grave expressions.

Giorgio turned to face his fellow Ten Dons, his demeanor troubled.

"What is it, Giorgio?"

One of them inquired, noticing the shift in his expression.

Giorgio motioned for his man to step back, and after the subordinate bowed and retreated, Giorgio addressed the others, "...There's an unexpected variable that has disrupted our plan." 

"What? Who dares to oppose us?" 

"It's the Phantom Troupe..."

"What? The Phantom Troupe?"

"...Are you serious?"

They couldn't believe what they were hearing, their expressions reflecting shock and disbelief.

Giorgio nodded gravely, "They targeted our goods..."

BAM!

With a resounding bang, one of them slammed their fist onto the table, causing the entire surface to shake.

"..."

Despite the outburst, none of them reprimanded him for his reaction, the weight of the revelation sinking in as silence enveloped the room.

In the midst of the desert...

Kurapika and the Nostrade Family's bodyguards pressed on toward their destination, determined to retrieve the auction merchandise now that they knew the vault in the ruined auction hall was empty, likely indicating theft.

"We're nearing the target. Prepare for action," Dalzonelle announced as their vehicle sped across the terrain.

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