Chapter 315 Can I Join?

The night is so beautiful.

But what is even more beautiful is the intoxicating atmosphere that permeates the night.

That atmosphere——

It is composed of the smell of blood, pure murderous intent, passionate emotions.

And "death", which is simply beautiful.

The owner of the eyes who suppressed a certain desire was sure that he could "see" such a beautiful scenery.

And the owner of the eyes was none other than Hisoka, who met Moyu by chance in the dress shop yesterday.

His purpose of coming to this city was to simply speculate that the museum exchange meeting might attract the covetousness of a group of criminals.

So in order to have an exchange with those criminals who are probably quite powerful, how could Hisoka miss this event.

Facts have proved that Hisoka's speculation was correct.

There really is a group of notorious A-level criminals eyeing this museum exchange meeting.

And it is the Phantom Troupe that Hisoka has paid special attention to.

This is simply a pleasant surprise.

But the person who really makes Hisoka excited and even intoxicated...

Sure enough, it has to be you!

Hisoka looked at Moyu in the arena.

Great, really great!

After witnessing Moyu's wonderful performance surrounded by powerful enemies, Hisoka's emotions instantly reached a peak, almost overflowing.

I really want to...

Fight with you again here.

But it's not time yet, it's not time yet...

Hisoka raised his head slightly, and the golden pupils in his eyes trembled back and forth quickly, as if they were about to break through the upper eyelids and escape from the eye sockets.

His morbid desire to fight was completely aroused by Moyu.

But he also knew that with his current strength, if he fought with Moyu, the result would be nothing but a vain defeat.

So it's not time yet...

But how can the "emotions" in his heart be calmed?

Hisoka then saw the figure summoning three puppets to enter the arena.

"Ah..."

Hisoka, who was in urgent need of releasing a certain need, immediately clarified his goal.

From his perspective, he didn't want to see Moyu fall here.

Under this premise, if he could still fight with the members of the Phantom Troupe, it would be a perfect development.

Hisoka didn't think much about it, and walked out of the darkness, carrying a sickly aura towards the field.

His arrival instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.

There was no other reason, it was purely because Hisoka's aura gave people a chilling feeling of goose bumps, and it was very difficult not to notice it.

"You seem to be having fun."

Hisoka was dressed as usual, with wildly erected red hair, star-shaped teardrop makeup, and waist-tight clothes.

"Can I join?"

He held a poker card between his fingers, with the corner against his chin, and looked at the people in the field with interest.

Seeing Hisoka's sudden entry, the faces of the Phantom Troupe members all showed a little strangeness, but they all directly regarded Hisoka, an "outsider", as a potential enemy.

So they all didn't care much about what Hisoka said.

Anyway, if Hisoka makes any unusual move that may be disadvantageous to them, they will kill him without hesitation.

Compared with the indifference of the members of the Phantom Troupe, Moyu was very surprised by Hisoka's arrival.

With his understanding of Hisoka, he quickly guessed Hisoka's intention to wade into the muddy water.

Obviously, he wanted to pick a target to fight with...

However, Moyu did not feel the fighting spirit from Hisoka, so he understood that Hisoka might have set his sights on one of the Phantom Troupe.

In this situation, with Hisoka's usual style of doing things, it is indeed impossible to find him to fight under such circumstances.

If Hisoka wanted to fight him, he would definitely let him stand on the ring in a complete state.

Otherwise, it should affect the interest in fighting.

"Come and play."

So when Hisoka was ignored by the Phantom Troupe, Moyu showed Hisoka a warm smile like a kind father.

Looking at the smile on Moyu's face, Hisoka didn't know why the excitement in his heart would stagnate, and he always felt that something was wrong.

However, Hisoka did not think much about it and deliberately ignored Moyu's existence, so he stepped into the field with a smile, and then slowly looked at the shadow.

If there is a target he likes in the field, there must be more than one.

Chrollo, Silva, Ugin, Nobunaga, Finks, Franklin, Kanzai, etc.

are all things that Hisoka wants very much.

However,

Chrollo and Silva are fighting fiercely over there.

Kanzai snatched Ugin and Nobunaga away.

Franklin and Finks are besieging Moyu...

As for Paknoda and Kubi, Hisoka is completely uninterested.

So the most suitable target is the shadow who has not participated in the battle from beginning to end, and he can help Moyu out.

Hisoka smiled and walked towards the shadow.

The evil aura that emanated from him was equivalent to a sign on his head that said "Baby, I'm coming to find you."

The shadow felt the aura filled with malice from Hisoka, and his face changed.

"This person...?"

He didn't remember any encounter between him and Hisoka, let alone any hatred.

But why did the other party come straight to him as soon as he showed up?

A trace of doubt flashed through Mianying's mind.

Hiso raised his hand and conjured up a few playing cards between his fingers, and the released telekinesis wrapped around the playing cards like mucus.

Seeing Hisoka's intention to attack, Mianying's eyes gradually turned cold.

No matter what your intentions are, since you have already made your malicious intent clear, be prepared to be killed.

The shadow controlled the three puppets of Finks, Nobunaga, and Franklin to turn around.

Hisoka did not attack directly, but waited for the shadow to be ready to fight back.

And the horn finally sounded--

Hisoka suddenly moved his arm horizontally and threw out the playing cards between his fingers.

Swish, swish, swish--

The three playing cards flew towards the shadow in a finished word formation.

The shadow stood still.

At this moment, the Nobunaga puppet crossed the flight path of the playing cards, holding a knife in his right hand and drawing a "Z"-shaped blade in front of him, chopping the three playing cards to the ground.

As the Nobunaga puppet chopped off the playing cards, the Franklin puppet raised his hands horizontally and aimed at Hisoka, and a burst of gunfire suddenly came out of the empty finger muzzle.

One by one, diamond-shaped bullets penetrated the gunfire and enveloped Hisoka.

"It's really interesting."

Facing the Franklin puppet's two-handed machine gun, Hisoka even had the energy to glance at Franklin's original body, which only had left arm, and sighed that the replica puppet was even more complete than the original.

Immediately, Hisoka leaped upward like an acrobat, letting his straight body roll in the air to avoid the many bullets coming from the front.

"Looking for death."

Seeing Hisoka take the action of jumping into the air to avoid the bullets, the shadow's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and controlled Franklin to raise his hands high, and sprayed bullets at Hisoka who had nowhere to get support in the air.

Immediately, a string of bullets rushed towards Hisoka in the air like an anti-aircraft interception barrage.

At this time, Hisoka had nowhere to get support, and it was obvious that he was a live target.

But at this moment.

Hiso's body in the air seemed to be suddenly pulled by a certain force, and suddenly fell diagonally from the air to the ground.

And that direction was where the Nobunaga puppet was.

Before the shadow realized what was happening...

Hisoka turned into a shadow, and at the moment he fell to the ground, he took off the head of the Nobunaga puppet with his bare hands.