Hunter: I became stronger even after I died.

Chapter 83 Tracking x Exposing
In the passage.

Hisoka looked towards the tall figure following the sound.

Shoulder-length black hair, frighteningly pale skin, and a pair of dark eyes that revealed a deadly emptiness, giving people the feeling that he was wearing a mask.

"Hmm~"

Seeing the man's appearance clearly, Xi Suo said calmly: "It's so sad. You asked me where I was a few days ago. I thought you wanted to catch up with me."

"Don't worry, I won't do anything so boring."

The person who came was Illumi from the Zoldyck family.

Kurt accepted the commission to find Moro, and he also took on another commission to assassinate Hisoka.

"I called to ask where you were just to save time looking for you."

Yilmi shook the mobile phone in his hand, then put it into his pocket. He then pulled out a round bead-shaped needle from his clothes and held it between his slender fingers.

A stream of spiritual energy emerged from him, gradually surging, and one could easily sense the murderous intent hidden in it, which also showed that what he said was true.

Even though he could sense Illumi's undisguised murderous intent, Hisoka still did not react, but instead had a sense of loneliness like that of a sage mode.

"Illumi, how can I dispel your murderous intention (commission)?"

"No, I have to be responsible for the client."

Ilmi had a blank expression on his face, looking as if there was nothing to discuss.

Xi Suo drooped his eyelids, turned his body to the side, and leaned against the wall, and said seriously: "Add money."

"Okay, I agree. After all, we are 'acquaintances'."

Ilmi slowly suppressed his murderous intent and inserted the bead needle back into his clothes.

Compared with his dignified father and tolerant grandfather at home, he does not have a strong sense of professional ethics.

As long as the "payment" condition is met, he will decide whether to do something based on the situation.

When it comes to avoiding harming innocent people as much as possible, he will not be like his father and grandfather who insist on following such unspoken rules.

Who makes him a system that does things his own way?

Tilting his head slightly to look at Hisoka who was leaning against the wall across from him, Illumi suddenly thought of something and asked curiously, "But do you have enough money? I remember that some time ago, you spent all your money looking for someone."

"Oh."

Hisoka pried open his eyelids and exclaimed in surprise.

The passage fell into a brief silence, and the two looked at each other in silence.

After a moment, Xi Suo said lightly: "Can I owe it first?"

"..."

Ilmi pulled out the bead pin that was pinned on her clothes again.
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The flying scraps of paper are inconspicuous, but they can guide Kurt.

As long as the activation conditions are met...

Kurt can use his ability to locate the specific position of the target. Before that, even if there is no intersection between them, it will not affect the positioning effect.

So he was not worried about losing it and just hung there at a distance.

I followed him until the sun set and the lights came on, and then he walked into a dim alley.

There was sewage flowing on the ground, worthless debris piled up against the wall, and above was a tangled mass of electric wires hanging randomly in the air.

The smell is unpleasant, and the dirty water might soak your white socks...

These environmental factors made Kurt frown.

But he moved forward without any hesitation.

"Discovered, or...?"

Wearing wooden clogs in the sewage, Kurt looked into the dark alley ahead and thought to himself.

He kept a sufficient distance and was confident that he would not be discovered by Moreau.

However, Moro's sudden entry into such a place inevitably made him fantasize and he had to consider the possibility that he had already been discovered.

"unconfirmed."

The length of the distance made it difficult for Kurt to determine.

If we could monitor Morrow's information through eavesdropping, we wouldn't have to guess here. "My ability is not mature enough. Forget it. Let's deal with the things behind me first..."

Kurt muttered to himself.

He walked past the debris along the wall, then stopped in the alley which had become somewhat wider, and turned to look towards the entrance.

There was an old light bulb hanging on the wall, and the dim light fell on Kurt, flickering.

At the entrance of the alley, someone appeared, blocking some of the light.
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My feet fell into the dirty water, creating small splashes.

Moreau let the sewage wet his trouser legs as he walked in the quiet and dim alley.

On both sides of the alley, on the black and gray walls, you can occasionally see hanging light bulbs, providing faint light in the dark corners of this bustling city.

In the corners where trash cans or sundries are placed, you can always see skinny drug addicts with gloomy faces.

They followed the footsteps and looked towards Moro. When they saw that Moro was dressed in fancy clothes, a hint of greed and murderous intent flashed in their sunken eye sockets.

However, as Moreau approached, they inexplicably felt a chill seeping into their souls. The greed and murderous intent in their eyes suddenly faded away like the tide, replaced by panic and fear.

They all lowered their heads and let Moreau walk through the dirty and narrow alleys and go deeper into the alleys.

Moro walked all the way to a cross alley, then stopped, turned his back to the road he came from, and said calmly: "Let's go here, what do you think?"

After a brief silence.

There were faint footsteps in the alley behind Moreau.

A man came out from a dark corner, looked at Moro's back unkindly, and asked, "When did you notice it?"

Without saying a word, Moreau turned around and examined the person who came.

He had a tall and thin figure, with a sinister look in his eyes and eyebrows, and a corner of his nose and lips were missing.

"Around Level 18..."

His attention shifted to the other party's mental energy, and Moro made a judgment in his mind, inevitably feeling a little disappointed.

"A materialization department, and an amateur at that."

His eyes swept across the other person's left hand, where more mental energy was unconsciously gathering, and Moro deduced the other person's mental system.

And this face...

You should have seen it these two days, in the bidding market.

"Come with us?"

Moreau thought.

When he noticed he was being followed, he thought it was someone sent by the Menu Organization, but it turned out to be a Nen user who was picking up bargains in the bidding market just like him.

It’s just that he picks up bargains in order to absorb the spiritual energy, while the other party picks up bargains in order to make a profit from the price difference of the items themselves.

In fact, many things like antiques and miscellaneous items still have value even if they do not have any spiritual energy attached to them.

And antiques with spiritual auras attached to them are not necessarily valuable.

Some counterfeit masters, because of their superb skills, sometimes unconsciously leave their aura on their counterfeits.

However, most of the antiques and sundries with spiritual aura attached are genuine.

Therefore, even a Nen user who knows nothing about the antique industry can make a profit by observing Nen energy.

The man who was following Moro was a Nen user who specialized in using this method to make money.

As for why the visitor is not kind...

It's very simple, it's just that Moreau touched his cake.

Many times, human nature is so straightforward.

Moreau was disappointed.

On the one hand, he thought that the person with special abilities who came was from the Menu Organization, but unfortunately he was not, otherwise he could continue to eliminate the minions of the Menu Organization.

On the other hand, the opponent is too weak, and it is estimated that there will be no experience gain.

The thin man had no idea what Moro was thinking. Seeing Moro's undisguised disappointment and the fact that Moro had been silent, he became even more ferocious.

(End of this chapter)