Unlimited Blind Box At HxH

After the leaders and backbones of the mafia families took their seats, the auction officially entered the orderly auction.

"Sorry I kept you waiting for a long time."

On the auction stage, the host stood there holding the microphone and gave a passionate speech: "This underground auction has now officially started!!"

"First, the first auction item…"

The cadres in charge of transporting the auction items from the backstage saw this scene and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The leader of the Phantom Troupe was killed, and the threat from them should be gone.

In the future, the world will still be ruled by the mafias. 

"It really made me sweat."

"Fortunately, the senior mafias who are still here are all unharmed."

"The last underground auction has already lost 750 backbone members of the mafia. If the members here were massacred again this time… Even the mafia families all over the world can't bear such losses." 

"The result is generally satisfactory…" 

The mafia who transported the auction items took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth. 

How can he not have a cigarette to liven up the mood at such a moment worth celebrating? 

He searched all over his body but couldn't find the lighter.

Fortunately, a burst of fire next to him made his brows relax.

"Excuse me."

He was very happy and polite as he moved over with a cigarette in his mouth.

Then, he looked up and saw the strange face of Bonolenov Ndongo wrapped in bandages.

"?!!"

The man didn't have time to show a look of surprise on his face.

Bang!

He was hit hard on the back of his head by a vacuum cleaner and fell straight to the ground.

"Blinky, suck him away."

"Click!!"

The vacuum cleaner obeyed Shizuku's instructions very well, while Bonolenov Ndongo also quickly helped Kortopi to carry the auction items to the side.

All the genuine items were placed on Kortopi's left-hand side, and then a burst of aura surged in his right hand.

The next moment, an object that looked exactly like the original auction item appeared under his right hand.

This was his Nen ability, Gallery Fake.

When his left hand touches a dead or immobile object, his right hand can perfectly copy an identical fake object.

This fake object can last for 24 hours and has all the functions of the original object. 

After touching the real object, he can also sense the location of the replica.

"Leave it to us here."

Shizuku blinked her big eyes and acted as a security guard.

And Pakunoda replaced the job of the person in charge of transporting the items...

The fake items copied by Kortopi, one after another, were delivered to the auctioneer.

As for the real items that had been copied, they were collected by Shizuku's Vacuum cleaner.

"They all followed Hisoka to the top floor…"

While carrying things, Bonolenov Ndongo muttered: "We can only stay at this place."

Chrollo's life and death are unknown, and they may face an extremely terrifying opponent.

Then, Shizuku, Kortopi, and Pakunoda, who are not suitable for fighting but have very special Nen abilities, which can even be said to be very rare and indispensable Nen abilities within the Phantom Troupe, can only stay at the back, avoiding the extremely dangerous battle that might exist on the roof.

Then, they came here to steal the items from the second round of underground auctions.

This was also their original plan.

Chrollo arranged a scene where all the Phantom Troupe members pretended to die and then let Kortopi create fake items to play a good trick on the mafias.

Then, Chrollo will use the Fun Fun Cloth stolen from Owl to take away all the auction items.

All of them were planned very perfectly.

But unfortunately, Chrollo's loss of contact has become a big flaw.

Fortunately, the remaining Phantom Troupe still have their own thoughts and actions and can continue Chrollo's original idea. 

This is what Chrollo hopes for. 

If one day, he accidentally dies, the Phantom Troupe he founded can still elect a new leader to continue and let the will of the Phantom Troupe survive. 

But unfortunately, his personal charm is too high. 

Even Pakunoda and Kortopi, who stayed here to move the stolen items from the underground auction, were worried about Chrollo's whereabouts. If he really died, then the Phantom Troupe might really fall apart and disband in an instant. 

"Here's the next item!!"

"This is a solid gold sword from the national museum treasures of Yulu!!"

On the auction stage outside, the host was still talking about the value of such a precious sword. 

Little did he know that the real sword had long been stolen by four people behind the scenes, and the original was replaced with a fake.

"Next is the Blue Jar of Ambition made during the Rai Dynasty!!"

On the surface, the auction was still going on brightly.

At this time, at the entrance of the Cemetery Building.

"No, don't stop me…" 

Zenji, with plaster bandages all over his body, pushed the wheelchair with difficulty. Behind him, there were still the two minions with bitter faces, helping Zenji push the wheelchair. 

"The leaders of the Phantom Troupe have been killed, and the remnants are all being tracked down by the assassin family from the Zoldyck Family; such professional killers are extremely strong!!" 

"While those useless trash from the Nostrade family were making a mess, the professionals had already dealt with those guys!!"

"It's really a group of failed stray dogs… "

Zenji was originally lying in a nearby hospital, but after hearing the news, he felt that his body was a lot better.

Even with the doctor's strong opposition, he pushed his wheelchair back here.

This is a critical period. If he fails to show his face. It will leave a very bad impression in front of the Ten Mafia Dons, and he may even lose his job or even their favor!!

What's more… the ugly faces of those bad guys from the Nostrade family kept flashing in his mind!!

Squeak!

Zenji's wheelchair wheels are almost rubbing out sparks; anyone can see his urgency.

However, just as he was moving forward quickly.

A figure in front blocked his way.

"Little kid, get out of the way!!"

The two minions behind Zenji reminded loudly.

They shouted at the child in front to get out of the way quickly.

However, the other party seemed to have not heard it at all, still standing in front, looking around as if waiting for someone.

"Bump into it!!"

Zenji's round eyes flashed a trace of cruelty, and he directly ordered the two minions to do so.

The two also followed suit without saying a word.

The boss's order is their imperial decree.

Let alone bumping into a child, even if they were asked to bump into the ten elders, they would most likely still do it.

Squeak!

The wheelchair continued to move forward at a high speed.

Facing the child in front, it just rushed straight forward.

There was even a twisted pleasure on Zenji's face.

After being severely injured by Kurapika, he now had the urge to destroy a healthy figure when he saw it.

But…

Zenji overlooked one point.

How could the child who could appear in this Cemetery Building be an ordinary child?!

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