How could he be here...
Moyu and Hisoka had the same thought at the same time.
For Hisoka, he still wasn't ready to fight Moyu to the death again.
As for Moyu, he had only just harvested Hisoka once, so he had no intention of making another move against him at this stage.
If he was going to make a move, he would have to wait until Hisoka had matured a little more.
Otherwise, if he beat Hisoka senseless and got no reward for it, he would lose all interest in him completely.
Both of their thoughts stemmed from "fighting to the death."
So they both felt that "now" wasn't the right time, and the thought of "should I pretend not to see him?" naturally arose.
But with a living person standing right in front of them, there was obviously no way to ignore each other.
After thinking for a moment, Hisoka turned and walked toward the entrance of the formalwear shop.
Under Moyu's gaze, Hisoka pushed open the door, ignored the salesperson's greeting, and walked straight up to Moyu.
"What a coincidence."
Hisoka casually tucked his hands into his pockets, his eyes carrying an unusual gleam as he looked at Moyu leaning against the wall.
"It is. What, your injuries healed pretty quickly."
Moyu met Hisoka's slightly complicated gaze and felt no fighting intent from him.
That was good.
After all, he had little interest in Hisoka right now.
Leeks grew quickly, but they still needed time.
Hisoka was someone with exceptionally sharp instincts.
After exchanging only a single sentence with Moyu, he could already sense Moyu's lack of interest in him.
It couldn't be helped...
If it were him, after torturing a "kindred spirit" twice while full of anticipation, he probably would have lost interest too.
But as