I will use the ninja world to aid my cultivation of immortality.

Seeing Naraku's attitude, the old man dared not say anything more and immediately accepted the order respectfully.

Having acquired the necessary items for the underground auction, Naraku's participation in the evening's auction was naturally aimed at the Phantom Troupe.

According to the original storyline, more than half of the Phantom Troupe will be present at tonight's auction, making it an excellent hunting opportunity.

Following the old man's arrangement, Naraku rested in a special reception room.

"As expected, the Phantom Troupe's primary target is probably the Ten Elders, with the auction items being secondary."

Sitting on the sofa, Naraku pondered what would happen that evening.

The gang has a very close connection with Meteor City, or rather, they cooperate with it.

The gang provides resources to Meteor City, and Meteor City provides talent to the gang.

But cooperation is not permanent.

Once one party grows large, it will inevitably want to gain more.

The Phantom Troupe originated from Meteor City and maintained close contact even after leaving.

Under normal circumstances, even if the Phantom Troupe wanted to plunder, they wouldn't do it in a large venue like an underground auction, let alone target the Ten Elders.

Therefore, the most likely scenario is that Meteor City has its eye on the Ten Elders.

For example, they might want to demonstrate force to gain the upper hand in their cooperation with gangs.

Or even replace it.

If it didn't involve himself, Naraku naturally wouldn't bother with such matters.

But now.

Whether it's to gain attribute points or because the Ten Elders showed obedience, it's clear that Meteor City has to be sacrificed.

Chapter 353 The Demise of the Phantom Troupe

Night quietly fell.

"This is the underground auction. It lives up to its reputation. Tonight's participants are all from well-known gangs around the world."

"Huh, your boss isn't here either?"

"Strange, why haven't most of the gang leaders come to this year's auction? Could it be that the items up for auction are of poor quality?"

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Gang members in suits and ties, yet unable to conceal their fierce demeanor, gathered in the auction hall.

Some were chatting with acquaintances, while others were engaging in hostile confrontations.

Others had their brows furrowed.

“Something’s not right. Underground auctions are actually donations from gangs from all over the country to the Ten Elders. Even if the items are of poor quality, it’s impossible for so few gang leaders to attend.”

"Kurapika, do you suspect there's something wrong with tonight's auction?"

"Yes, we need to be careful later."

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Several men, all dressed in suits, sat in the lobby, glancing around warily.

Suddenly, Kurapika's expression changed when he saw a certain figure in the middle of the first row.

"It's him? This person is here too. Could he be the leader of some gang?" Kurapika wondered, his mind racing with suspicion.

He sat in the middle of the first row with his legs crossed.

Even without consciously perceiving it, the situation of everyone in the hall was reflected in Naraku's mind.

"It seems my intervention didn't affect the plot too much."

Feeling Kurapika's gaze from behind, Naraku remained calm and unconcerned.

Time passed little by little.

Moments later, the auction began.

Tap tap tap.

Footsteps came from one side of the stage in the hall, and then two men and a woman came out.

Of the three people, two were men, one tall and one short.

The tallest is over two meters, and they are exceptionally robust.

The shortest was only about 1.5 meters tall, and his face was pale.

The woman wore black-rimmed glasses, had a youthful appearance, and a large bust.

After stepping onto the stage, the woman waited quietly at the edge of the stage while the two men walked to the front of the stage.

"Ahem. Everyone, please be quiet!"

The short man stood at the front, surveying the gangsters below the stage, a strange smile quickly spreading across his pale face.

The gang members, mistaking the person on stage for an auctioneer, immediately abandoned their usual arrogance and quietly returned to their seats.

no way.

The underground auction was organized by the Ten Old Men, so how could the gangsters dare to be negligent?

Soon, after the hall quieted down, the short man spoke again.

"The auction is about to begin tonight. Now, let's all go to hell together."

A smile still lingered on his pale face.

But what the short man said this time stunned everyone present.

Go to hell?

What does it mean?

The gang members were just beginning to have doubts when, in the next second, they understood.

"Dual-handed machine guns!"

As the short man spoke, the tall man standing silently behind him suddenly raised his hands.

The first joint of each of the ten fingers seemed to detach as if from a mechanism, and then a storm of mental bullets swept out wildly.

"what!!!"

Blood splattered as bullets riddled gang members with holes wherever they went.

As the stench of blood filled the air, the entire hall transformed into a living hell, echoing with piercing screams.

"You guys leave quickly!"

Kurapika and his gang were terrified.

One of them attempted to use the materialized doll to block the psychic bullets, giving the others a chance to escape. However, the power of the psychic bullets far exceeded his expectations, easily shattering the dolls.

The man died quickly amidst screams.

"kindness?"

Kurapika and the others used various methods to defend against the barrage of Nen bullets.

Now look at the stage.

Feitan, who was preparing to enjoy the carnage, suddenly narrowed his eyes.

The middle row is directly opposite the podium.

Logically, the person in this position should be the first to be killed by the psychic bullet.

But now it's the opposite.

During the barrage of projectiles, any projectile aimed at the center of the first row will encounter an invisible barrier.

"Interesting. I didn't expect there to be such a skilled person in the underworld."

Feitan became interested upon discovering this scene.

Franklin was naturally very familiar with the power of his psychic bullets.

In fact, it's not just Feitan.

Franklin, as the attacker, also noticed the anomaly directly in front of him.

Without hesitation, Franklin, who had been firing back and forth, immediately tucked his hands together and focused his fire on a continuous barrage straight ahead.

Da da da.

A torrent of projectiles crashed against the invisible barrier.

Although the barrier is invisible, its defensive power is beyond imagination.

No matter how much Franklin fired, the invisible barrier showed no signs of collapsing, always annihilating the psychic bullets.

This situation made Franklin's heart skip a beat.

Master.