Hunter: I became stronger even after I died.

Chapter 200 - I've been waiting so long!
If Hisoka had revealed the real reason he came here to the swordsman—

Even just mentioning Morrow's name will immediately make him a subject of investigation or a potential candidate that needs close attention.

Hisoka would never allow this to happen.

He had waited long enough and would not allow anyone to spoil his current mood.

The knight knew perfectly well that Hisoka's answer was just a perfunctory response.

However, the battle traces here have nothing to do with Hisoka, and he has no reason to insist on getting the real answer from Hisoka.

Right now, all he wants is to confirm the true identity of the charred corpse in the cemetery as soon as possible.

only--

He had a bad feeling about this.

Before attempting to identify the body, he tried to contact Feitan again, but still failed, and could only leave three messages.

Then he called Finks and briefly explained the situation.

Hisoka, who had been observing from the sidelines, learned through a conversation between Shalnark and Phinks that the scorched earth of the graveyard was actually caused by Feitan's ability.

From this perspective, the identity of the corpse on the ground becomes quite interesting.

Was it Feitan himself, or someone who fought Feitan?

Squinting slightly, Hisoka silently stared at the charred remains on the ground.

A moment later, he casually asked the swordsman, "Do you need any help?"

The swordsman had just put away his phone when he heard Hisoka's words and couldn't help but show a surprised expression.

Although he hadn't had much contact with Hisoka, he didn't think Hisoka would offer to help.

"Hisoka, are you serious, or are you just being polite?"

"Just being polite."

Hisoka held up the umbrella in one hand, and with the other hand, rather alluringly, he placed the back of his hand against his waist, answering without hesitation.

The knight was speechless for a moment, then completely ignored Hisoka's presence.

He felt that saying another word to Hisoka would be a waste of his life.

Hisoka saw that the knight was ignoring him and did not show any particular reaction. He simply raised his umbrella with a half-smile and walked out of the cemetery.

Rather than waiting for answers here, he wanted to find Moro as soon as possible.

As Hisoka walked out of the cemetery, he looked up at the torrential rain pouring down from the dark sky. After a moment's thought, he took out his phone and sent Illumi a text message asking for a loan.

Meanwhile, in some corner of the world.

Illumi stood beside a pool of blood, looking at the text message Hisoka had sent.

Without the slightest hesitation, he wired a large sum of money to Hisoka and specifically reminded Hisoka not to harm Kurt in his reply.

After all, Hisoka...

They often become unusually sensitive because of fighting.

In that state, Hisoka might target Kalluto.

"Hisoka, you must kill Moro."

The faint light from the phone screen was reflected in Illumi's dark eyes.

Illumi was both surprised and somewhat delighted that Hisoka had set his sights on Moro.

To be honest, if Hisoka hadn't been so focused on one-on-one battles and wouldn't allow anyone to interfere, Illumi would have even wanted to get involved himself.

Now, he only hopes that Hisoka can go all out and finish off Moro decisively.

"no problem."

Illumi recalled his battle with Morrow a few months ago.

He believed that Moro was indeed somewhat troublesome, but he relied more on the expressiveness of his Nen ability, while he had obvious weaknesses in Nen techniques.

If it weren't for his great-grandfather's intervention, he was fully confident he could have killed Moro.

Therefore, in his view, Hisoka, whose strength is comparable to his own, will definitely succeed as long as he is determined to pluck the ripe fruit of Morro.

Illumi put his phone back in his pocket, filled with anticipation for the outcome of Hisoka's next move.

After leaving the cemetery, Kurapika, possibly due to overuse of Scarlet Eyes, combined with the effects of rain and injuries, soon developed a fever.

Morrow had to settle in a nearby town temporarily and asked Kurt to help him find a clinic that catered to gangsters, hitmen, and the like.

Kurt was quite experienced in this area and quickly found a suitable clinic through his own connections.

Moro then took Kurapika to the clinic.

When the clinic doctor saw the astonishing number of wounds on Kurapika's body and noticed something unusual about the ointment, he treated Kurapika without asking any further questions.

That's the advantage of these kinds of clinics—less hassle.

Within the ward.

Kurapika lay on the hospital bed, his eyes closed, a slight look of pain on his face.

His right hand gripped the bedsheet tightly, whether from the pain of a high fever or from having a nightmare, it was hard to tell.

Moro stood to the side of the hospital bed, his head slightly lowered, looking at Kurapika's pale, bloodless face.

"You're in too much of a hurry..."

With a thought to himself, Moro picked up a towel and wiped the sweat from Kurapika's forehead.

Although I feel that Kurapika is still not mature enough, I have to admit that he has had an influence on this.

It was he who led Kurapika onto this path, destined to be filled with endless suffering, far too early.

Moro put down the towel, his eyes showing a thoughtful expression.

He had already made a rough decision on his way to the town.

He realized that if he approached an entity like the Phantom Troupe with wishful thinking, he might end up suffering a great loss.

Therefore, he abandoned the idea of ​​being content with the status quo and decided to strike first and completely wipe out the entire Phantom Troupe.

With Kurt's ability to find people, he could easily take down the members of the Phantom Troupe one by one.

But Moro wasn't naive enough to think the Phantom Troupe would remain unresponsive.

The spider's mind—

Once they realize that someone is targeting the group, they will take immediate action.

When the troupe goes on high alert or is prepared, it means that even with Kurt's ability to find people, every attack may face the risk of being ambushed.

This wasn't because Moro overestimated Kuroro's abilities, but because he knew very well that against an opponent like Kuroro, any underestimation or negligence could cost him his life.

The worst-case scenario, without a doubt, is that halfway through the hunt, the Phantom Troupe adopts a strategy of concentrated action and uses the uniqueness of Nen abilities to find him...

Under normal circumstances, there is no need to plan ahead to this extent.

But since the opponent is Kuroro, many things cannot be approached with conventional thinking.

because--

That book, "The Thief's Manual," contains too many variables.

"In short, this matter cannot be rushed."

Moro thought to himself.

He always reminded himself that he should not be impatient for quick results when doing things.

Kurt glanced at Kurapika on the hospital bed and asked, "Moro, is he the only one left in the Kurta tribe?"

While the doctor was treating Kurapika, Kalluto had already learned from Morro why Kurapika dared to attack Feitan.

"Ah."

Moro nodded.

Kurt looked at Kurapika with pity and said softly, "How pitiful."

"Are you sympathizing with Kurapika, Kalmod?"

Morrow turned his head to look at Kurt, who was sitting regally in a chair.

Upon hearing this, Kurt tilted his head slightly in thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, I just feel sorry for him."

"Yeah……"

Morro glanced at Kal'ts' indifferent expression and vaguely saw the shadows of Killua, Illumi, and others in him.

The Zoldyck family members will indeed only show this kind of reaction to people and things they don't care about or value.

After all, they lack the empathy or compassion that ordinary people possess.

Kurt sensed something was off about Morrow's reaction and asked hesitantly, "Morrow, am I doing something wrong?"

"Nothing."

Morrow smiled and said gently, "Kurt, I've said it before, you don't need to care about or cater to other people's opinions. Just do what you think is right." "Oh."

Kurt nodded obediently.

Moro turned to Kurapika and said, "Kurapika and you are a little similar."

"Ok?"

Kurt looked at Morrow's profile with some concern.

Moro smiled and said, "He is just like you. He doesn't need anyone's sympathy, and he also has a kind of... resilience beyond his years."

"..."

Kurt's gaze shifted, and he silently looked at Kurapika on the hospital bed.

outside the window.

Rain poured down, pattering against the ground and eaves, making a dense and crisp crackling sound.

It's April, and this torrential rain is coming on strong and it's unlikely to stop anytime soon.

Before Kurapika woke up, Morrow and Kalmod didn't plan to go anywhere else and stayed in the ward.

Bang!
Suddenly, a loud noise came from the first floor.

"Where's the doctor? Get out here right now! Hey, Hayden, open your eyes, you bastards..."

Immediately following was a rough and aggressive male voice.

Then came a cacophony of noises, the most jarring of which was the man's constant swearing.

Soon, heavy footsteps came from the other end of the stairs, making a thumping sound that sent a chill down one's spine.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Kurt's right hand quietly climbed up to the handle of the fan at his waist, casting an inquiring glance at Morrow.

Moro shook his head slightly, indicating that Ke was being particularly reckless.

Such places, which specialize in treating gangsters and assassins, are bound to be chaotic.

But as long as you don't offend them, there's no need to pay them any attention.

pat-

The door was violently pushed open.

"Damn it, I don't care if you have a bed or not...!"

A burly man with a scar on his face barged in, his expression full of hostility.

His fierce gaze swept over Kurapika, who was lying unconscious on the hospital bed, and finally landed on Morrow and Kalmod.

Moro's gaze gradually turned cold, and a dangerous aura emanated from him.

But the scarred-faced man seemed oblivious and was about to walk towards Moro.

Just then, a hand landed on the scarred man's shoulder and forcibly pulled him back.

"I'm sorry, my friend was being inconsiderate."

The man who pulled the big man back was a fox-like man with narrow eyes.

He gave Moro an apologetic smile, then reached out and gently closed the door.

After closing the door, the fox-eyed man breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to look coldly at his companion, raised his index finger to his lips, and signaled the scarred man to shut up.

Scarface opened his mouth, but ultimately shut it up under the cold gaze of the fox-eyed man.

Seeing this, the fox-eyed man turned and headed downstairs, followed closely by the scarred-faced man.

At that moment, the doctor on the first floor was treating the injuries of a man covered in blood.

The fox-eyed man standing to the side suddenly said, "That person is not to be trifled with. Don't be reckless."

These words were clearly directed at the scarred man.

Scarface frowned, said nothing, but looked at his companion who was receiving treatment with concern.

After a long time.

The door on the first floor was suddenly pushed open, and a cold wind carrying rain rushed in, wetting the ground in front of the door.

The sudden commotion made the scarred man and the fox-eyed man's expressions change, and the two quickly drew their pistols from their lower backs.

They threatened the doctor with their eyes to continue treating their companion's injuries, then strode toward the door.

In front of the gate, a woman with black and white hair and a pretty face was folding up her umbrella and gently shaking off the rain.

Beside her stood a tall woman with long blonde hair and a centipede-like scar on her face.

The scarred man and the fox-eyed man emerged from around the corner of the corridor, pointing their guns at the two women in front of the door.

"Melena, are you insane? How dare you do such a reckless thing?!"

Scarface was furious, pointing his gun at the blonde woman.

The fox-eyed man was relatively calmer and asked in a deep voice, "Melena, I only have one question for you: Was this attack on us without any reason your personal act, or a decision made by the Ai-Yi family?"

"Is it important?"

Melina smiled, her eyes as unfathomable as an abyss.

Upon hearing this, the fox-eyed man pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bang Bang Bang!
The bullets poured out, but when they hit Melina, it was as if they had struck an invisible protective shield, and they all fell to the ground.

Despite the fox-eyed man's rude behavior, Morina maintained a faint smile, though the aura she gradually exuded hinted at a bloodthirsty scent.

The second floor.

Moro sensed a fluctuation in his aura and raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Kart, I'm going down to check on things. You stay here and look after Kurapika."

After giving Kurt a brief explanation, Morrow left the ward and went down the stairs to the first floor.

What came into view were two corpses lying on the ground.

It was the same scarred-faced, fox-eyed man from before.

Moro's gaze swept quickly past the corpse and then turned to the two women standing to the side.

His eyes flickered slightly when his gaze fell on Melina.

Morina also noticed Moro coming down from the second floor. A hint of surprise flashed across her face, and she smiled and said, "I didn't expect to meet the champion of the Fighting Olympics here. I've watched your matches, and your strength is truly admirable."

"..."

Moro remained silent, offering no response to Melina's words. Instead, as if sensing something, he suddenly looked up towards the second floor, his brows furrowing slightly.

In the brief moment he descended, an undisguised aura appeared on the second floor, but there was no movement or aura of killing intent.

Seeing that Moro remained silent and exhibited a strange reaction, Melina realized that he had no intention of engaging in conversation, so she did not press the matter.

With the matter resolved, she simply turned and left.

The woman with black and white hair next to her immediately unfolded her umbrella and held it above Melina.

Melina took a few steps, then suddenly stopped, turned back to look at Moro, and asked curiously, "Is this the first time we've met?"

"Correct."

Moro remained calm and finally spoke.

Melina lowered her eyes, pondering Morro's reaction just now. She thought back carefully and confirmed that she had indeed had no interaction with Morro before.

She didn't delve into the matter, politely smiled at the Olympic champion in combat sports, and then strode away.

As Morro walked out the door, he quickly headed towards the stairs.

Judging from Melina's reaction, it can be basically confirmed that the aura that suddenly appeared on the second floor was not hers.

Back outside the second-floor ward, Moro immediately spotted Kurt, who looked like he was facing a formidable enemy, and Hisoka, who was leaning against the windowsill, playing with playing cards.

So it was this guy...

When Moro saw Hisoka, his eyelids drooped. Because he was mentally prepared, he was not surprised at all to see Hisoka appear.

Unlike Moro's indifferent reaction, Hisoka abruptly stopped what he was doing the moment he saw Moro.

His face, painted with teardrop patterns, gradually revealed a hungry and urgent expression.

Yes, that was true thirst.

As a result, his face looked somewhat distorted, and even his aura began to feel off.

"Moro, you really made me... wait so long."

Hisoka slowly stretched, intentionally or unintentionally emphasizing his hips.

The distorted aura emanating from him caused Kurt's expression to change drastically. He retreated like a frightened kitten, but instead of leaving the hospital bed, he stayed by its side.

Because Moro had instructed them to take good care of Kurapika before he went down...

(End of this chapter)