The two were like a pair of sworn enemies, fighting the moment they met.
Of course, since both Netero and Maha had fought and survived, and Zeno was also involved, it was clear that their relationship ran even deeper.
"Yo, still keeping busy? I'm not like you—I have no descendants. I've been single all my life, spent my entire life in this Association. This Association is like my child. Do you think I could rest easy if I didn't work myself to death for it? Besides, you know my temperament. I've wanted to preserve world peace since I was young. Now look at it—how gratifying my efforts have been."
"Tch..." Zeno unusually did not retort. If this old guy had not taken office and risked his life to come to his home demanding that assassinations be properly regulated, the world would indeed still have been as chaotic as before. Of course, he had also been beaten half to death by their ancestor, Maha Zoldyck, and paid a considerable price.
Seeing that Zeno did not know how to refute him, Netero laughed.
He knew this old ghost could not outargue him.
"By the way, Zeno, why did you suddenly think of coming here to wander around? Planning to mooch off me? Let me tell you, my meager salary can't withstand your antics."
"Pfft... you old bastard, do you have to put it so badly?!"
Zeno could not help roaring. It seemed that he only showed this side of himself when speaking with Netero.
Of course, both of them were very relaxed at the moment.
Then Zeno suddenly grew solemn, leaving Netero momentarily stunned.
"What, something happened?"
"Yeah. Old guy, you suddenly came up with this Heavenly God Plan, recruiting genius youth under eighteen from all over the world. Are you sure