After Chrollo was taken away, Loki stood on the rooftop and called Hisoka.
That bastard had taken Chrollo's phone—deliberately, to retaliate for Loki forcefully taking Chrollo from him.
The call connected after a few seconds. The sound of rushing wind was audible; the bastard was running away at full speed, fearing pursuit.
"You called so soon! What is it, little Loki?" Hisoka's annoying voice said. Loki wanted to beat him up.
"Give me Chrollo's phone."
"Oh, I threw it away. It's useless to me."
"Hisoka, I helped you duel Chrollo. Is this your thanks?"
Hisoka laughed. "It's a fair trade. You helped me duel Chrollo; I'll help you with something."
"How about I return the phone?"
Returning the phone would fulfill his promise to help Loki. Hisoka thought it was a good deal; it was easy.
But it wasn't that simple.
Loki chuckled coldly. "You wish, Hisoka."
"Fine, I'll hang up!"
Just as Hisoka was about to hang up, Loki said, "Hisoka, if you don't give me the Troupe's contact information, I'll destroy all your toys."
Hisoka stopped running, looking at his phone. His smile vanished.
"Seriously?"
"Yes."
His toys included Gon and Killua.
Hisoka wouldn't believe this from others, but Loki was different.
He wasn't unpredictable, but hard to read. He was also an individualist.
He'd do anything to achieve his goals, even things he wouldn't normally do, including killing Gon and Killua.
Hisoka hesitated. Letting Loki kill Gon and Killua and offend the Zoldycks would be fun, but Hisoka wanted to kill them himself.
Other people's battles weren't as interesting as his own.
"They're your students? Ruthless teacher," Hisoka said.
"They're not my students, and they don't see me as their teacher. Just friends."
"Pathetic." Hisoka chuckled. "I threw away Chrollo's phone. Here's the Troupe's contact information."
"Okay."
Hisoka looked at the sky. 'Pathetic kid.'
Loki got the contact information.
Only a few Troupe members were left. Those who'd entered the building were probably dead. Franklin, Pakunoda, Kortopi (assuming he stayed downstairs).
Besides Chrollo, four members were left.
Pakunoda, Franklin, Kortopi, and Bonolenov were hiding in a house with the badly injured Nobunaga, Phinks (his hand badly burned), and unconscious Shizuku, after killing the owners.
In the brightly lit living room, the bodies of the owner and servant lay in the corner. Franklin looked at the injured three.
"They're in bad shape. Nobunaga and Phinks are in danger if they don't get treatment."
Kortopi and Bonolenov exchanged glances.
"The others are probably dead," Kortopi said.
"This operation was a heavy loss," Bonolenov said.
Pakunoda entered, pale. Franklin knew something was wrong.
Pakunoda hadn't reacted much to Nobunaga and the others' injuries, but her pale face after contacting Chrollo meant bad news.
"Pakunoda, what's wrong?"
Thump! Pakunoda sat down, looking at the floor. "Chrollo might be dead. Killed by Hisoka."
"What?! Hisoka?!" Kortopi and Bonolenov exclaimed. "Impossible!"
Franklin's expression turned serious. "What happened?"
"I contacted Chrollo; Hisoka answered."
Hisoka's disappearance had been assumed to be death, but he'd gone to Chrollo.
They understood.
Franklin was surprised Chrollo's phone was with Hisoka. How could Chrollo lose to Hisoka?
After a long silence, Franklin sighed. "Today was a heavy loss! Only we are left of the Troupe!"
Nearly half the members were gone, and Chrollo was either dead or captured—effectively dead.
"What do we do now?" Bonolenov asked.
"Chrollo's dead! Feitan, Shalnark, and Uvogin are dead. Nobunaga, Phinks, and Shizuku are badly injured. Nobunaga and Phinks might die."
Nobunaga was severely burned; his body was charred. Phinks was also badly burned; a large portion of his left arm was gone, revealing bone. Even if he survived, he'd lost an arm.
It was a night of heavy losses, but Bonolenov and Kortopi weren't too down.
Troupe members die; the only loss was Chrollo.
"Staying here is suicide," Kortopi said, standing.
"I'm leaving Yorknew City, ASAP." Franklin said, "What about Nobunaga and the others?"
"They're badly injured and will die without treatment. I won't delay my escape for them."
Kortopi turned to leave. "The Troupe is over."
"Wait, Kortopi," Bonolenov said. Bandaged, he looked at Kortopi grimly. "The Troupe isn't over."
Kortopi stopped. "Even Chrollo might be dead. It's over."
Bonolenov said, "The Phantom Troupe doesn't disappear because of death. We're still here. As long as one person survives, we can find new members."
Franklin asked, "Bonolenov, do you want to be leader?"
"Why not?" Bonolenov said, staring at Franklin.
Franklin smiled coldly.
"The leader's position isn't for you. Don't dream."
"Interesting!" Kortopi said, watching them.
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