The night is so beautiful.
But what was even more beautiful was the intoxicating atmosphere that permeated the night.
That atmosphere-
Composed of the scent of blood, pure killing intent, and heightened emotions.
And, of course, the essence of 'death', making it utterly mesmerizing.
The owner of the eyes, who was suppressing a certain desire, was sure that he could 'see' such a beautiful scene.
The owner of these eyes was none other than Hisoka, who had a chance encounter with Moses at the dress shop yesterday.
Hisoka's purpose for coming to this city was based on a simple prediction that the Museum Exchange Conference might attract the greed of a group of lawless people.
Therefore, in order to have the opportunity to 'communicate' with these presumably powerful criminals, how could Hisoka miss this event?
As it turned out, Hisoka's prediction was correct.
There really is a group of notorious A-Class criminals who have set their sights on this Museum Exchange Conference.
And it was none other than the Phantom Troupe, whom Hisoka had taken a special interest in.
This is such a pleasant surprise.
However, the person who really made Hisoka feel excited and even intoxicated was...
'As expected, it had to be you♡!'
Hisoka's gaze fixed on Moses within the battle zone.
'Wonderful, simply wonderful!'
After witnessing Moses's brilliant performance while being surrounded by powerful enemies, Hisoka's emotions instantly surged to a peak, almost overflowing.
'I really want…'
'To have another bout with you right here.'
'But it's not the time yet, it's not the time yet...'
Hisoka slightly tilted his head back, and the golden pupils in his eyes trembled rapidly, as if they were about to break through his upper eyelids and escape from his eye sockets.
His morbid desire for battle was completely aroused by Moses.
But he also understood that with his current strength, if he fought against Moses, the result would be nothing but a defeat.
So, it's not the time yet…
'But, how can I calm down these 'emotions' within?'
Hisoka's eyes then landed on Omokage, who had summoned three dolls to enter the fray.
'Ah...♧'
Hisoka, who was in dire need of releasing a certain urge, immediately found his target.
From his perspective, he didn't want to see Moses fall here.
Under this premise, if he could also fight the Phantom Troupe's members, it would be the perfect development.
Hisoka didn't think much about it, and just stepped out of the darkness, carrying a morbidly fierce presence as he walked towards the battlefield.
His arrival instantly drew the attention of everyone present.
For no other reason than the sheer chilling sensation Hisoka's presence induced, making it hard to ignore him.
"It seems you're having quite the 'fun' ♤."
Hisoka, with his usual attire, wild red hair, star-shaped tear makeup, and fitted clothing, exuded his characteristic flamboyance.
"Can I join in♡?"
Holding a playing card between his fingers, with the edge resting on his chin, Hisoka looked at everyone in the scene with great interest.
Seeing Hisoka's sudden entrance, the faces of the Phantom Troupe's members showed a hint of peculiarity, but they all instantly regarded Hisoka, this 'outsider', as a potential enemy.
Therefore, they paid little attention to Hisoka's words.
At any rate, if Hisoka makes any unusual move that may be disadvantageous to them, they will kill him without hesitation.
Compared to the indifference of the Phantom Troupe's members, Moses was quite surprised by Hisoka's arrival.
Based on his understanding of Hisoka, he quickly guessed Hisoka's intention to muddy the waters.
Clearly, Hisoka was here to find a worthy opponent to fight with...
However, Moses did not sense any fighting intent from Hisoka towards him, and thus realized that Hisoka might have set his sights on one of the Phantom Troupe's members.
Given Hisoka's usual style of doing things, it was indeed unlikely that he would seek to fight Moses under these circumstances.
If Hisoka really wanted to fight him, he would certainly ensure Moses was in perfect condition for the showdown.
Otherwise, it would spoil the thrill of the fight.
"Come play then."
So, when the Phantom Troupe's members ignored Hisoka, Moses flashed a warm, fatherly smile at him.
Hisoka looked at the smile on Moses's face and, for some reason, the surging emotions within him came to a halt. He always felt that something was wrong.
However, Hisoka didn't dwell on it. He deliberately ignored Moses's presence and stepped into the fray with a smile, slowly turning his gaze towards Omokage.
If there was anyone in the scene who caught his interest, it was definitely more than one person.
People like Chrollo, Silva, Uvogin, Nobunaga, Phinks, Franklin, and Kanzai...
All of them were highly desirable targets for Hisoka.
But,
Chrollo and Silva were locked in their own heated battle.
Kanzai had taken Uvogin and Nobunaga away.
Franklin and Phinks were cornering Moses...
As for Pakunoda and Kortopi, they completely failed to spark Hisoka's interest.
Therefore, the most suitable target is Omokage, who has not participated in the battle from beginning to end, and he can also help Moses out of the predicament.
Hisoka smiled and walked towards Omokage.
The malevolent presence he exuded was akin to carrying a signboard that read, 'Baby, I'm coming for you'.
Omokage felt the overwhelming malice coming from Hisoka, and his expression changed.
"This guy…?"
He couldn't recall ever having any interaction with Hisoka, let alone any grudges.
But why did Hisoka come straight for him as soon as he appeared?
A hint of doubt flashed through Omokage's mind.
Hisoka flicked his hand, and several playing cards appeared between his fingers. The released Nen wrapped around the playing cards like mucus.
Seeing Hisoka's clear intent to attack, Omokage's eyes gradually turned cold.
'No matter what your intentions are, since you've shown your malice, be prepared to face death.'
Omokage controlled the three dolls, Phinks, Nobunaga, and Franklin, making them change direction.
Hisoka didn't attack immediately, but waited for Omokage to prepare for the confrontation.
And the trumpet finally sounded-
Hisoka suddenly swung his arm and threw the playing cards between his fingers.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh——
Three playing cards flew towards Omokage in a triangular formation.
Omokage remained motionless.
At this moment, the Nobunaga doll stood across the flight path of the playing cards, holding a sword in his right hand and swung a 'Z'-shaped slash in front of him, chopping off the three playing cards to the ground.
As the Nobunaga doll cut down the playing cards, the Franklin doll raised his hands and pointed them at Hisoka, and a burst of diamond-shaped Nen Bullets suddenly burst out from the muzzle of his gun fingers.
"Interesting."
Facing the Franklin doll's Double Machine Guns, Hisoka even had the leisure to glance at the real Franklin, who only had his left arm remaining, and lamented that the fake was actually more complete than the original.
Immediately, Hisoka leaped upwards like an acrobat, letting his stretched body roll in the air to avoid the numerous Nen Bullets coming from the front.
"You're courting death."
Seeing that Hisoka jumped into the air to avoid the Nen Bullets, a flicker of killing intent flashed in Omokage's eyes. He controlled the Franklin doll to raise his hands high and shot the Nen Bullets at the now airborne Hisoka.
At that moment, strings of Nen Bullets formed an anti-air barrage, homing in on Hisoka.
At this moment, Hisoka had nowhere to gain support and was clearly like a sitting duck.
But in that instant,
Hisoka's body, which was still in the air, seemed to be yanked by an invisible force, abruptly veering diagonally towards the ground.
And that direction was where the Nobunaga doll stood.
Omokage hadn't realize what happened yet...
Hisoka had already turned into a blur, and the moment he landed on the ground, he effortlessly decapitated Nobunaga doll.