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The grand auction hall in Yorknew City thrummed with a coiled, electric tension. Silva Zoldyck sat utterly still on a velvet-upholstered couch, his colossal, musculed form emanating a glacial, commanding presence. His father Zeno, beside him, offered a thin, knowing smirk. A mafia boss stepped forward, his voice cutting through the humid air: "The Phantom Troupe is a formidable enemy. We require the absolute best." Silva's deep blue eyes sharpened, calculating odds and angles. The atmosphere thickened as the assembled elite killers shifted restlessly, but Silva remained a statue, a predator waiting for the perfect moment. He exchanged a barely perceptible glance with Zeno. The Zoldycks were primed. The Phantom Troupe would soon learn the crushing weight of fear, as the Zoldyck assassins r…