Setting out from Heaven's Arena for the Gugan Jade Great Country.
If all had gone smoothly, Moro should have reached his destination a week ago.
However, the sudden incident aboard the airship had delayed him until now.
If his level had not skyrocketed from Lv.7 to Lv22, bringing about certain changes in his mindset,
and if Argo had not told him that the Phantom Troupe was still operating separately within Gugan Jade,
Moro might very well have turned around and headed straight back to Heaven's Arena.
At that moment, Moro spotted Hisoka in the café. Surprise flickered through him, and he quickly withdrew his gaze.
After giving Hisoka a few looks, the surrounding customers also turned their attention away.
The older customers reacted fairly normally, but some of the younger ones immediately began discussing Hisoka's tear-shaped makeup and those incredibly conspicuous red pointed boots.
As they talked, they began laughing out loud without any restraint.
Hisoka was not far from them, so he naturally heard their mocking laughter.
Yet he showed no reaction at all. He simply sat on a high stool by the floor-to-ceiling window, one elbow resting on the table, the back of his hand propping up his cheek as his narrow eyes watched the crowds passing along the street outside.
At a seat near the glass doors,
Moro glanced sidelong at the table of young people, whose laughter was growing louder and louder.
These youngsters had no idea that the freak they were mocking could crush them to death with a flick of his hand.
Let go of the urge to save others; respect their fate.
Listening to remarks from that direction like, "Why doesn't he put on a red nose too?" Moro fought hard not to imagine the sight as he gently stirred his coffee with