"Anyone available, gather in Yorknew City by noon on August 30th."
This was the order Chrollo gave to the Troupe's members before January 1st.
At the time, his plan was to target the annual Yorknew City auction, but when he came up with the idea, he didn't think about gathering everyone.
Also, because it is a spur-of-the-moment decision, there is a possibility that he might lose interest in the operation after a few months, or he may suddenly change the instructions and require everyone to participate in the operation, and then make a big chaos.
However, upon learning the news that Moses had become a Double-Star Pro Hunter, Chrollo immediately abandoned the plan to attack the Yorknew City auction.
To him-
No, to the entire Phantom Troupe, nothing is more important than hunting Moses.
Now, the prey that has been missing for several years has finally shown up...
So Chrollo gave the order to summon all the members.
"Hunting Moses will be the riskiest operation we've ever undertaken."
On a dark and windy night, in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Vandy City, Chrollo, wearing a coat with an inverted cross pattern on it, stood on top of a container, his deep black eyes slowly sweeping over the gathered Troupe's members below.
The Phantom Troupe's members who had gathered here in compliance with orders all looked up at Chrollo on the container, and each of them had a slightly different expression.
Hisoka leaned nonchalantly against an inconspicuous corner, flipping a playing card between his fingers. His eyes slightly lowered, and there's a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth.
The riskiest operation ever?
As the person who has the most interactions with Moses among the group, Hisoka couldn't disagree with that assessment.
In fact, since the Phantom Troupe was founded, it has only suffered great losses at Moses's hands.
Except for the members who joined the group later, everyone else, including Chrollo, was very aware of how formidable Moses was.
"Boss, I have been waiting for this day for a long time!"
Uvogin, who was as big as a bear, did not hide his seething killing intent at all. His furious glare and bared teeth combined to form an expression of sheer savagery.
Ever since the Museum Exchange Conference ended, Uvogin had been consumed by the desire to tear Moses limb from limb and devour him whole!
To prepare for this day, he had fought endlessly, like a madman...
It seems that only in this way can he temporarily forget the golden light that had claimed Nobunaga's life.
Chrollo's gaze rested briefly on Uvogin before he spoke, his tone calm and steady, devoid of any discernible emotion: "I know, now-"
Halfway through his words, his eyes once again quickly swept across the crowd, and his voice, which had always been steady and calm, was suddenly mixed with cold killing intent.
"Find Moses Isaac and kill him!"
"Ah, finally! Hahaha!"
Hearing the order given by Chrollo, Uvogin threw his head back and roared, raising his arms high. His tightly clenched fists bulged with veins, showing his mood at the moment.
Feitan, with his face half-hidden by a mask, frowned slightly at Uvogin, who is roaring loudly.
Machi stood with her arms crossed, her expression cold.
Franklin had a blank expression on his face, but his eyes were gleaming with killing intent.
Pakunoda had a calm expression on her face, though her quietly clenched fists betrayed her tension.
Bonolenov was squatting on a collapsed rusty cabinet, looking down at the bandage wrapped around his arm.
Kortopi stood with his hands in his pockets, his face hidden by his long hair, and a hint of worry flashed in his single eye.
Hisoka leaned against the wall in the corner, but his attention was on the four new members who replaced the deceased members.
'Two Enhancers, one Manipulator, and one unknown.'
Looking at the four new members inconspicuously, Hisoka mused to himself.
The information about the Nen Categories of these new members was not proactively told by the other party, nor was it proactively revealed by other members, but was inferred by Hisoka himself.
In the Museum Exchange Conference, the members who died were Nobunaga and Phinks, who are Enhancers, Shalnark, who is Manipulator, Omokage, who is Specialist, and Ryles, who is Conjurer.
Given the team structure of the Phantom Troupe, after losing the two key offensive members like Nobunaga and Phinks, if new members are to be added later, they will inevitably give priority to Enhancers with stronger frontal combat capabilities.
While offensive members were crucial, members like Shalnark, who excelled at gathering and analyzing intelligence, were equally vital to the group.
Therefore, there is a high probability that Chrollo will replace Shalnark with an intelligence talent.
As for the final vacancy-
Hisoka wasn't entirely sure what type of member Chrollo had in mind.
If he were asked to pick the closest answer from various possibilities, his answer would be: a utility-type member.
From these inferences, combined with his own personality-assessment method, Hisoka deduced that two of the new members were Enhancers, one was a Manipulator, and the last member's Nen Category remained unclear.
If his assumption of a utility-type replacement was correct, then the unknown member was most likely either a Conjurer or a Specialist.
Hisoka's thoughts churned, and he slowly withdrew his gaze from the four new members. He then turned his gaze to Chrollo, who stood atop the shipping container. The corner of Hisoka's lips curled slightly, and he mused to himself:
'Chrollo, I've heard you've been tirelessly running around collecting Nen Abilities in order to deal with Moses. Although I'm not a fan of this approach, I also want to know what kind of 'stage' you have prepared for him... I really hope that day will come soon.'
The purpose of the Phantom Troupe's gathering this time was simple: revenge.
No matter the cost, they would use every means available to eliminate Moses.
It is foreseeable that-
The entire Phantom Troupe would once again clash with Moses.
Hisoka was really looking forward to that day.
If circumstances allowed, he would actually like to have a chance to have a one-on-one duel with Chrollo 'that day'.
As for what kind of Nen Abilities Chrollo had collected to target Moses, and how much time and effort he had spent on this process...
Hisoka didn't care in the slightest.
Suddenly, a gruff voice interrupted Hisoka's thought.
"Who exactly is Moses Isaac? I feel like... you're all afraid of him. And isn't it a bit of an overreaction to mobilize the entire group just to deal with him?"
The speaker was a burly man with an unusually thick beard and body hair.
His name is Wapol Hiemer, the Enhancer who had taken the position of the Troupe's No. 5, formerly held by Phinks.
"What's this, Wapol? You mean you don't know who Moses Isaac is?"
Not far from Wapol, a greasy, disheveled man with unkempt hair resembling a bird's nest was sitting on a dusty chair with his knees drawn up. A laptop was placed on his knees, and he glanced up at Wapol.
Wapol frowned when he heard this and said, "Kokai, am I supposed to know him?"
"Oh, fair enough. Moses Isaac is quite famous, but not everyone is obligated to know him."
The man addressed as Kokai nodded in understanding and said apologetically, "So, I'm sorry for having a preconceived notion that you should know who Moses Isaac is. This is my mistake."
"…"
Wapol was silent for a moment, his brows still furrowed, and he muttered hesitantly: "You're apologizing, but why does it feel so irritating?"
"Trust me, that's just your imagination."