When the group leader becomes the boss of the black organization[Comprehensive]

Kurolo opened his eyes.

He slowly got up from the bed and scanned his surroundings.

The clown sitting in the corner with a pile of cards bored is so annoying.

"Hmm, Kuroro, you're finally awake~"

Hisoka straightened up and lightly tapped the tower of cards that had been piled up in front of him. With the sound of the cards falling to the ground, he showed Kuroro a perverted smile as usual.

Kuroro glanced at him and closed his eyes.

"Hisuo." He adjusted his tone and asked calmly, "What's going on?"

"There was a rotten apple in that wave of people just now. The mental power of a rotten apple ran away~ so you fainted, and I brought you here~" the red-haired clown replied in a creepy sweet tone, "I thought you could Sleep a little longer, Head of Sleeping Beauty~"

Kuroro didn't correct his address this time, he just glanced out the window, the twilight was heavy, and the sky was completely dark.

"When will the nemesis master you are looking for arrive?" he asked.

"Tomorrow afternoon~"

"Really." The black-haired young man sat on the edge of the bed and lowered his head, as if he was thinking about something.

"Hisuo, do you want to have a drink together?" He suddenly raised his head and asked.

"!!!"

Hisoka stared at Kuroro with slightly widened eyes, he was really surprised.

"Is the sun going to come out from the west?" He grinned a somewhat exaggerated smile, his expression was very strange, "You actually have a day when you take the initiative to invite me?"

"This is probably the last night we will live in peace," Kuroro replied.He stood up, picked up his coat from the bed and put it on, turned his head to Hisoka and said lightly: "Although I really don't want to admit it, you have stayed in the brigade for a while after all. So I, the leader of the brigade, solved it personally. Before you, I think I still have an obligation to buy you a drink to see you off."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Hisoka was stunned for a moment, and then laughed loudly: "Kurolo, don't talk too much. Do you already think you have the chance to win?"

He suddenly lowered his head, his cold and slender eyes, like poisonous snakes lurking in the grass, fixedly stared at the unmoved black-haired young man in front of him, motionless.

"Who can survive, it may not be known~"

"Then let's wait and see." Kuroro smiled at him, and then took the lead out of the room.

However, at the moment when his back was turned to Hisoka, the smile on the black-haired youth's face disappeared without a trace like a snowflake falling into the sea.

The young man walked ahead with a blank expression, his eyes were cold and emotionless, only a dark purple light flashed quickly in the depths of those black eyes.

In a dimly lit bar.

The blue-purple light swirled faintly on the bar, Hisoka held his chin and watched with great interest the bartender who was shaking the shaker up and down in front of him.

"Taste," Kuroro, who was sitting next to him, pushed a glass of wine he had just mixed in front of him, "This is a signature wine unique to this city, and its name is..."

"moonlight."

Hisoka raised his eyebrows and raised the wine glass in front of him: "It's a very famous wine, even I have heard of it."

He carefully looked at the slowly flowing liquid like silver sand in the glass, and suddenly raised the corners of his lips and asked, "This is not like you, Kuroro."

"Are you thinking of something bad?" he asked the same question Kuroro once asked him.

"Of course."

The black-haired young man answered with a smile, his expression looked very strange under the cold light.

The red-haired clown grinned.

The bartender in front of the two of them suddenly let out a cry of pain, and curled up on the bar counter covering his bleeding wound.

A poker card was inserted straight on his shoulder.

The red-haired magician hummed and poured a small cup of silver liquid from his cup and handed it to him. "Drink this," he threatened with squinted eyes, "If you don't drink, the next card... will not be missed~"

He didn't know when another card appeared between his two fingers, and he gestured towards his neck a few times in a pretentious manner.

The crowd in the bar fled in all directions.

The black-haired young man has been sitting quietly drinking his own wine, turning a blind eye to the scene in front of him.

"Okay, okay, I'll drink! I'll drink..." The bartender took the wine glass tremblingly with a contorted face. His expression seemed to be struggling, but he had no choice but to face the death threat from the clown magician. Choice, can only be ruthless to drink up.

"Is this all right?" He asked with a sad face.

Hisoka tilted his head and observed him for a few seconds, then put the playing cards in his hand on the table.The bartender saw that he didn't intend to kill himself any more, so he hurriedly fled out the back door.

"Why, so you can rest assured?" Kuroro took a sip of his wine, and said to the people around him without raising his head, "Aren't you afraid that the poison I administered is of the delayed type?"

"It doesn't matter as long as it's not instant death~" Hisoka snorted and laughed, "Thanks to Xiao Yi, I have a very high resistance to poison~"

"Il fans? Ah, yes, your relationship is really good." Kuroro lowered his eyes.

When these two guys teamed up, they deceived the brigade group badly.

He sighed, and glanced at Hisoka: "But you are disappointing enough. It's rare to come out with you, but you scare people away, making me lose any interest in drinking."

"What's the matter? Isn't it just clearing the field?" Hisoka said disapprovingly.

"Cheers?" He raised his glass to Kuroro and asked.

The black-haired young man turned his head slightly, he seemed to glance at the wine glass in Hisoka's hand, but quickly looked away as if nothing had happened.

"Cheers." He also raised his glass and smiled at the person in front of him with his lips drawn.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of glass colliding, even some glistening silver liquid gently swayed in the glass under the light.Hisoka took a sip, it was very mellow, and there was nothing wrong with it.

"Not bad," he commented.

"That's right." Kuroro chuckled and looked up at him.

"After all, this is a taste worth remembering for a lifetime."

Hisoka was stunned for a moment, then put down the wine glass: "So it's really poisonous? It's colorless and odorless, but it can still work on me... Kurolo, where did you get such a good thing?"

He didn't look very panicked, but rather excited.

"Do you know? I heard a legend not long ago. It is said that there is a gem, as long as it is pointed at the moon on a full moon night, it will shed tears that can make people live forever." Kuroro asked inconsequentially, "The legend of this gem always appears with the moonlight. And it also has a nice name - 'Pandora'."

While talking, he casually picked up the cards that Hisoka put on the bar, and laughed to himself:

"So, Hisoka, it's not poison."

Immediately afterwards, he instantly let go of the card and went straight to the face of the red-haired magician!

The red-haired magician shrank his pupils and immediately dodged sideways.His body hit the table and chair behind him, and with the sound of "cracking", the wine glass and fruit plate on the table fell to the ground.

"My movements are not delayed, and my body is not stiff, but..." He wiped a faint bloodstain on his face with his thumb, and his face suddenly became ugly.

"You can't use Nian anymore, can you?"

The black-haired young man stood up slowly against the bar, his whole body was covered with a huge amount of purple thought power, and they were unreservedly, like a raging tsunami, pouring down on the red-haired magician standing not far away!

Hisoka snorted, and the smile on his face finally faded completely: "When did you recover?"

"Two hours ago." Kuroro said truthfully.

"Let's settle this quickly, Hisoka." His expression looked a bit annoyed, "I don't want to continue entangled with you like this."

"Are you going to kill me?" Hisoka snorted, "It's up to you. But with this low-handed method...you really let me down."

"I've always done things by unscrupulous means, and I don't think you knew it the first day."

Kurolo walked towards him step by step with a smile while talking.

At some point, a syringe appeared in his hand, which was filled with the silver liquid that was in the wine glass just now.

"boom--!!!"

With a loud sound of collapse, the three-story building where the bar was located fell down.

The crowd on the street screamed and fled in all directions.

"is that useful?"

Among the ruins, Kuroro pressed tightly on the red-haired magician, lowered his head and asked him condescendingly.

"Hahaha...cough..."

The red-haired magician, whose shoulders were nailed to the ground and whose limbs were bound and unable to move, laughed and coughed up blood: "If you want to kill me, now is the time, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Kuroro asked with a smile, "I guess you must have recovered a little bit of mind power now? Why don't you use it?"

"Well, let me think about it... because you know that you can't escape no matter what in this situation, so why don't you just use it as your last hole card—for example, use your mind to protect your heart?"

Hisoka's expression gradually sank.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you." He heard the black-haired young man pressing on top of him look at him with pity, but the words he said were cut on the flesh one by one like an invisible knife, " It would be too cheap to just kill you, Hisoka."

"I know you're not afraid of death... who among us would be afraid of something like death?"

Kuroro raised his arm. He admired Hisoka's expression almost in enjoyment, and then unwaveringly inserted the needle into the aorta near his neck.

He pushed the liquid inside into the red-haired magician's blood vessel bit by bit.

"I know, you always call those who have no potential for development 'rotten apples', and do you know what this tube of liquid is?" After finishing speaking, without waiting for Hisoka's answer, he introduced the Get up: "This is Pandora's powder. It's also a coincidence, I thought of you the first time after I found out that it can store energy... Are you surprised?"

Hisoka's face is now gloomy and frightening: "Did you store the ability to seal the mind power inside?"

"No, no, no, you underestimate me." Kuroro laughed, "In fact, this ability can not only seal the power of thought - it is effective for all energies."

"As for this Pandora gemstone, although I have ground it into a powder finer than dust, the magic of it is that it will never die—yes, no matter how much time passes, it will never die. will still exist in your body. Do you know what that means?"

"..."

This means that it is impossible for me to recover my mind power in this life!

The red-haired magician stared intently at the black-haired young man above his head, with eyes that wished he could be ripped apart.

"Whose ability is this?" he hissed, "Which person in the brigade?"

"Brigade? No, not from the brigade, but he is also one of my subordinates." Kuroro smiled, "He is living in another world now, do you want to find him?"

Hisoka misunderstood, he thought Kurolo meant that the man was dead.

However, most people would not have imagined that he would have such an adventure.

"...If you don't kill me, aren't you afraid that I will retaliate against the brigade?" He was silent for a while, then suddenly stared at Kuroro with a dark look and asked, "You know, there are many ways to kill people without thinking about it."

"I know, but I want you to make it clear that I am not the nanny of the brigade." Ku Luoluo said lightly, "I have done everything I should do. If a member of the brigade is fucked by someone who can't read Death...then I can only say that they are incompetent."

"Besides, your reliance is Yierfan, right?" He chuckled, "Sisuo, I think you should understand better than me that Yiermi will face a so-called friend who has lost his mind power and the brigade. How to choose."

As he said that, he stood up, and said to the bruised human lying on the ground with neither sadness nor joy: "Enjoy yourself, Hisoka, and rot yourself in a corner where no one can see. You have completely lost your participation in this event." Game of Thrones at the top of the world."

He saw that the red-haired magician's expression, which was still trying his best to camouflage, turned terrifying for a moment, and he knew that he had successfully hit Hisoka's biggest pain point.

What this lunatic never hated was death, but weakness.He can still bear the weakness of others, but this kind of weakness that can never rise up...

— would drive him completely insane.

"Goodbye, Hisoka."

Kuroro put his hands in his pockets, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.After he glanced towards the ruins for the last time, he left without looking back.

"—never see you again."

The author has something to say: How to take revenge on someone without bloodshed?Kulili will explain it to you in person!

A narrow-minded person smiles: I just want to disgust you for the rest of my life.

Dazai: I am just a brick, I can move it wherever it is useful.

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