Hunter x Hunter: Card Master, the Strongest in the World.

Lynn is focused on training and usually spends the whole morning busy.

But Basho still had work to do, so after exercising for a while, she left the villa and went alone to the most bustling trading avenue in Youkexin.

With limited manpower in his family, he was both the captain of the guard team and responsible for finding antiques containing signs of death, so he would go out almost every other day.

Yoker City is a famous and prosperous city in the six continents, known as "where you can buy anything you want as long as you have money". With the auction about to begin, the number of people is much higher than in the past.

Trading Avenue, Youkexin's largest trading venue, is located in the city center, where all sorts of strange and wonderful things are sold.

At a glance, it was a sea of ​​people, with crowds jostling each other.

Upon arriving at the trading avenue, Basho used [Condensation] to look around for items imbued with death intent.

A large flow of people is a good thing, as there are more buyers and sellers. Even before the auction started, many rare and unusual items had already appeared on the trading avenue... The day before yesterday, he managed to snag a clay bowl with a deathly aura for 300,000 jin.

"Hmm?" While searching, Basho suddenly paused and saw a burly man in the crowd wearing a black robe, with a solemn expression.

After using [Condensation], that person appeared to him like a light bulb that was constantly shining... This is a powerful Nen user!

With more people around, more and more Nen users appeared. That person was not the only Nen user he had seen in the past two days, so Basho quickly turned his attention back to selecting items.

But inadvertently, the big man glanced at Basho and, seeing that he was just an ordinary Nen user, didn't think much of him.

The burly man traversed the bustling streets, eventually turning left and right until he arrived at a dark alleyway filled with clutter and pools of dark black sewage on the ground.

There was even a drunkard who was drunk in broad daylight.

"Tch! Fine, I won't give you the money! I have plenty of ways to make money!"

A series of curses came from the alley, and then a middle-aged man with a sleazy face and a pointed, monkey-like face emerged from it.

The middle-aged man was holding a half-empty bottle of liquor, his face as red as a painted-on monkey's bottom.

He was so drunk he couldn't tell which way was which, his eyes were darting around, and he was muttering curses under his breath.

His steps were unsteady, he walked and stopped intermittently, his body swaying back and forth like a roly-poly toy, as if he were about to fall over.

Just then, the man, who was so drunk that he could no longer support himself, suddenly fell towards the burly man in black robes who was about to walk into the alley.

Boom!

The middle-aged man ultimately failed to bump into the man in black, but he fell to the ground and took a heavy fall.

The splashed sewage left mud splatters on his already dirty clothes.

"You son of a bitch, are you blind?! Can't you help me up?"

The man who fell was so drunk that he couldn't even get up on his own. Enraged, he vented all his frustration on the man in black robes next to him.

It was as if the man in black robes was to blame for her falling down.

The man cursed as he swung the bottle in his hand.

The next moment, his eyes widened... He saw that the other person's shadow had actually moved, like a pool of ink that had come to life.

The drunkard instinctively tried to scream, but suddenly felt a pain in his neck. He wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a word.

Silently, a scythe formed from ink beheaded him!

The drunkard felt a wave of dizziness, and then he saw a second scene that he would never forget.

Why is it the second act? Because the first act is the face of the man in black robes from earlier.

He saw a headless body, its clothes stained, and it was even holding a wine bottle.

Oh, is that so... Was it me?

Boom!

Another sound came from the quiet alley, but this time it was the head that landed, not the buttocks.

The burly man in black robes glanced at the middle-aged man who had died a gruesome death, his face showing disdain, and continued striding deeper into the alley.

In the alley, only a terrified head and a mangled body with blood flowing out in a trickle remained.

The burly man continued deeper into the building and finally came to a rusty iron gate. He casually turned the knob and went inside. It was an abandoned building.

The dilapidated building was filled with a jumble of construction debris.

As he walked in, a shrill voice came from the shadows in a corner.

"Shadow Crocodile, you're late."

Upon hearing this, the burly man named "Shadow Crocodile" shrugged, looking indifferent: "It's just a little late. Kappa, you're still so petty and quick to anger. No wonder you don't grow tall."

"You bastard!" Seeing that the Shadow Crocodile showed no remorse, the Kappa emerged from the shadows and threatened, "Believe me or not, I'll drown you!"

It was a small, bald adult, about 1.4 meters tall, with a bird-like beak on his face. He was staring angrily at the Shadow Crocodile, his body surging with spiritual energy, and a large amount of water vapor was rising from it.

The Shadow Crocodile showed no fear, staring at him intently, while the shadow beneath its feet began to stir restlessly, baring its fangs and claws.

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

"Lord Shadow Crocodile, Lord Kappa, please don't be angry." Suddenly, a deep voice rang out, and a burly man stepped out of the shadows. He had a kind face, bowed to the two men, and then said, "The leader is watching you."

Upon hearing the word "leader," the kappa and the shadow crocodile, who were on the verge of fighting, fell silent again. Then, the burly man named "Tubi" led the two to an open space inside another building.

In the open space, rays of sunlight streamed down through a hole in the roof of the building, and dust swirled in the air. In the center of the space sat a man in a chair, and strangely... he had no eyes.

He wasn't a normal blind person. At most, a blind person loses their eyeballs, but he had no eyes or eyebrows at all. His upper face was completely empty, making him look extremely strange.

The three men approached and, upon seeing their leader, knelt down to pay their respects.

This is a strict rule set by the organization: whenever one encounters an adult of higher status, one must perform a grand salute.

After a few breaths of silence, an eye suddenly opened on the leader's right arm, followed by more eyes opening on his left hand, neck, face... a dense array that sent shivers down one's spine.

Just like Shadow Crocodile and his gang, the leader also has his own code name—Hundred-Eyed Demon!

The eyes on Hyakume-ki's body swirled, emitting an ethereal voice that was difficult to discern as male or female: "The Six Nightwalkers are now complete."

"Of the original six, only four of us remain."

"You all know what to do next, right?"

They, the Six Nightwalkers, originated from the Hundred Demons Organization of Yingren Country. It is a genuine and ancient tradition, and most of them are Nen users. They use the yokai from their hometown legends as their code names, which is incomparable to weak ninja organizations like the Cloud Village.

Due to mission requirements, the six of them outwardly betrayed the organization and, referencing the "Night Parade of One Hundred Demons," adopted the name "Six Night Parades," forming a gang of thieves. Since they have only carried out one operation, they are currently only Class C criminals.

According to the ranking of yokai, Hyakume-ki is the leader and strongest among the six, followed by Kappa and Kage-o-Crocodile, and finally Nurikabe-level.

Just recently, two people of equal strength to Tu Bi were killed by gangsters. So their goal this time is to plunder the treasures at the auction and hunt down the gangsters to take revenge!