Bang!
Kajin Dorudo was hurled hard against the wall. Beneath his numb, battered flesh, his bones felt as if they had nearly come apart. He opened his eyes in shock—and saw four dark shapes shoot toward his face!
I'm dead! he thought in terror.
But the four cards Hisoka had sent flying from between his fingers were all knocked aside by a twisting Meat Saw. They embedded themselves in the wall just two centimeters from Kajin Dorudo's head, still quivering.
Kajin Dorudo looked into the room at the three Demons, still shaken.
One of them had grown impatient with his pestering and gone straight for a killing blow. Another had watched coldly from the sidelines. But the last had intervened for reasons he couldn't understand and saved him.
He had a feeling that if not for the man in the black robe, he would have been dead.
After less than two exchanges with Hisoka, Kajin Dorudo had realized how arrogant and ignorant he'd been, and deeply regretted it.
Fortunately, he had survived.
At the same time, Kajin Dorudo felt the chasm between himself and the three men before him. It was as if they lived in entirely different dimensions.
Monsters. Anyone who could unleash an attack like that was a monster. Anyone who could block it was a monster, too. And anyone who could stand alongside them was an even greater monster. They were all monsters.
Cold sweat ran down Kajin Dorudo's back, soaking his clothes. His silver hair was disheveled, and his legs had gone numb. For a while, he couldn't even get to his feet.
"Are you interested in him?" Hisoka asked, shuffling his cards with a rattling sound as he looked at Gelman, who had stopped him.
"I didn't want to kill him just like that, either.