The morning light dispelled the thin mist.
After the heavy rain last night, the forest was still saturated with moisture.
The ground was covered with fallen branches and leaves, which had become damp and sticky after absorbing a large amount of rainwater.
Several people with tired faces trod across the damp ground and then saw a small mountain surrounded by the forest, as well as a quite conspicuous cave entrance on the cliff face.
Seeing the cliff cave, the few people instantly brightened.
In a humid climate forest, it is often difficult to find a suitable camping spot.
Having been through the heavy rain last night, this team now just wanted to find a safe place to rest properly.
And the cave hanging high on the cliff was a rare and valuable resting spot.
A flush of color appeared on the pale face of the leader.
Just as he was about to step toward the cave, he heard the sound of wings flapping overhead.
The members of the small team looked up and saw a giant bird, with a wingspan of seven or eight meters, descending from the sky, slowly landing on the platform in front of the cliff cave.
The next moment.
Under the stunned and surprised gaze of the group, the giant bird seemed to suddenly receive a great shock.
As soon as it landed, it frantically flapped its wings in panic, retreating in a very clumsy manner from the mouth of the cliff cave.
Seeing this scene, the few people exchanged bewildered glances.
The leader hesitated for a moment, then moved forward two steps.
When his feet stepped on several damp blades of grass, he suddenly understood the reason for the giant bird's frantic escape.
"That is..."
He looked up with wide eyes at the motionless cliff cave, and in a daze, he saw a black mist emerging like a wave.
The aura of death was incredibly heavy...
The flush of color on the leader's face instantly vanished.
A memory of a canyon bottom he had once visited flashed into his mind, a dead and desolate place where he had seen the ground covered with animal bones.
He clearly remembered the true sensation of being surrounded by the aura of death while standing amidst countless skeletons.
It was exactly the same as now.
"Turn back!"
The leader shivered.
With a pale, strained face, he immediately changed direction.
He did not know what was inside that cliff cave, and he did not want to know.
Getting away from the source of danger became his only thought.
Inside the cave.
Moro looked toward the entrance, still vaguely seeing the giant bird's retreating figure.
A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He had noticed the giant bird landing on the platform at the entrance and was about to use his aura to scare it away, but before he could act, the giant bird suddenly panicked and fled.
"Is it because I used 'Death Replay' too many times, unintentionally fusing some negative emotions into my Nen aura..."
Looking at the small black dot in the distant sky, Moro shook his head slightly, without delving deeper.
He closed his eyes, preparing to get some good rest.
He hadn't slept all night yesterday in order to develop and refine his ability.
Now he just wanted to quickly recover his state, and then hurry to leave this forest as soon as possible.
Time flew by quickly.
The third day.
The sky was a dull gray.
Moro contacted Kanzai and Argo successively.
Kanzai hadn't fallen into a swamp, but his situation wasn't much better.
His landing spot was a turbulent mountain river.
After several struggles, his phone was completely ruined, which is why he only managed to contact Moro today.
After Moro and Kanzai confirmed each other's current situations, they agreed to meet again if the opportunity arose and ended the call.
Afterward, with Argo's information assistance, Moro spent another day leaving the forest.
And relying on Argo to help him quickly register for online entry permits, he successfully passed through the border of the Minbo Republic, arriving at the nearest city in the neighboring country, and then transferred to the airport to take an airship.
All the procedures and permits during this period were handled entirely by Argo.
Moro thus experienced another kind of value brought by an intelligence worker.
On the airship bound for the Kukkan-yu Kingdom.
Moro put down his phone.
Just now, he had sent information about the Phantom Troupe's movements to Silva's contact number.
However, assassins seem to specifically prepare a new number when executing a contract to communicate with the client.
So Moro was unsure if Silva would block numbers other than the client's.
And even if Silva received this movement information, whether he would believe it was another matter entirely.
In any case, for Moro, this was just a small, convenient act.
A few days later.
The airship landed at an airport within the Kukkan-yu Kingdom.
With complete procedures and documentation, Moro was unimpeded after landing.
Leaving the airport, Moro got into a taxi and headed for a city called Kanda City.
According to the information provided by Argo, after entering the Kukkan-yu Kingdom, the Phantom Troupe initially acted together.
They seemingly did not care about the arrest warrant from the Navius Nation, openly wandering around within the Kukkan-yu Kingdom.
It wasn't until five days ago that the Phantom Troupe began to split up, subsequently showing different styles of action.
Some members continued to act arrogantly, mainly Uvogin and Nobunaga.
After leaving the main group, they did not take any disguise measures.
In stark contrast were Chrollo and the few members with him.
Under Chrollo's instructions and requirements, they finally adopted some disguise in their attire and began to act low-key.
And Kanda City, where Moro was going now, was the closest city to him, and also the city where Chrollo and his companions had exposed their whereabouts.
About an hour later.
Moro arrived at Kanda City.
This was a fairly standard modern metropolis, with tall buildings lining the streets and complete supporting facilities visible everywhere.
Compared to Yorknew City, where one could feel the dazzling extravagance and debauchery everywhere, this city named Kanda had a bright and cheerful feel, making one momentarily feel as if they had returned to one of the provincial cities of their previous life.
Moro sent a text message to Argo.
While waiting for a reply, he casually pushed open the glass door of a roadside cafe. With the jingle of a bell, he walked in and sat on a sofa closest to the door.
A cafe attendant walked over.
Moro casually pointed to one item on the menu, then lowered his head to fiddle with his phone.
It was over ten minutes later when a cup of coffee was served.
Argo had not yet replied.
Moro was not in a hurry.
He picked up the coffee and took a sip.
Jingle, jingle—
The sound of a bell jingling came from the entrance.
Someone pushed open the cafe's glass door and walked in, followed by the crisp sound of heavy heels stepping on the floor.
This sound is typically made by something like high heels.
However, the person who entered the cafe was a tall man with a slender waist and long legs.
The nearby customers subconsciously looked over.
Seeing the man's freely spiked red hair and the teardrop and star makeup adorning his cheeks, they couldn't help but show a look of strangeness.
Such an outfit was completely out of place with the surroundings.
Moro also looked at the man who had just entered.
After clearly seeing the man's appearance, Moro's expression changed slightly, then he quickly withdrew his gaze.
Hisoka?
Why is he here?
Doubt arose in Moro's mind, but he quickly thought of a reason.
Is he... after the Phantom Troupe?
(End of this Chapter)
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