"Hunters" at the Wall of "Nen" × Rat or Jerry?
The world does not belong to a class society, yet classes have always existed.
It uses a series of privileges to divide people into different classes, with the Hunter Exam being a prime example in the Hunter world.
Anyone who passes the Hunter Exam and obtains Hunter License can enter and exit 90% of countries that prohibit entry and 75% of restricted areas.
It can be used as collateral to obtain a large loan.
You can use 95% of the world's public facilities for free until you die.
Even more, they could sell it. The proceeds from the sale could support seven generations of their descendants without worrying about food and clothing.
Therefore, in order to obtain these privileges, the candidates gathered for the Hunter Exam every year are all elites from all over the continent. Some even go through a series of brutal competitions and even battles in their own countries or tribes to barely manage to secure a precious spot, only to be humiliated like this by having their door blocked... Even a clay figure has some temper!
The scene quieted down; the waiting area was tinged with the red of anger... the Bandage Man, the Snake Handler...
Muscular men, Bald Ninja... every single candidate taking the Hunter Exam glared angrily at Pariston.
The Blonde Boy was not afraid but delighted, his soul trembling with excitement... Yes, that's it, that look in his eyes that seems to want to kill me is just too good... Pariston was intoxicated, completely captivated.
He hugged himself tightly, seemingly oblivious to the crowd surging towards him. Soon, he was surrounded, with a muscular man, shirtless, reaching out to grab him with tremendous force and speed. "Sun-Earring Boy, I'll play with you... Donovan doesn't accept being called trash!"
"Donovan! It's that Hercules Donovan!"
Someone called out the strongman's name... "Hercules Donovan has won the 'Powerlifting World Cup' for sixteen consecutive years, with a bench press record of 36 tons!"
With him around, uh...
"Slap"
A crisp sound!
Before Hercules could even touch Pariston, he was slapped into a pulp by the Fat Bodyguard next to him!
"Hiss--" The pungent smell of blood filled the air... The minced meat was spread out in front of them, and gasps of shock rose and fell, followed by... terrified screams!
Chaos erupted... The crowd that had surrounded them retreated in unison, as if it had been rehearsed beforehand. Many people vomited while holding onto chairs, and some even collapsed to the ground with their legs giving way, their crotches covered in yellowish-white discharge.
The once peaceful waiting area instantly transformed into a "panic" Rengoku.
"Young Master, that fat guy should be an ' Enhancement." A slap enhanced by Nen Qi is like a heavy hammer; whoever it hits dies. It's not that Donovan is weak, but rather that... for ordinary people, Nen user are like a dimensional reduction attack.
Gotoh summoned [Condensation] and saw it clearly... Roy didn't react at all, but instead glanced at the Kurta Girl sitting diagonally opposite him. She only turned pale for a moment before returning to normal, showing that her mental fortitude was exceptionally strong.
"Alright, I've said my piece. Who agrees? Who disagrees?" With Donovan setting an example, Pariston smiled and looked around, surrounded by countless mini -Donovan...
The crowd fell silent... Someone shouted, "Just reschedule! We might still make it. There's no need to fight this lunatic."
People began to leave, then a small group, then a large group. After about five minutes, the huge waiting hall was empty except for about ten people, including the Bandage Man, the Snake Handler, the Bow-bearing Boy, the Ninja, the Kurta Girl, Gotoh, and... Roy!
"Clap clap clap..." Pariston clapped his hands. "It seems you all have a lot of confidence in your abilities."
"Very good, very good." The Blonde Boy's gaze swept over everyone, finally lingering on Roy for a moment. His smile widened, and he pulled up a chair, resting his chin on his hand. "I said I asked you all to give me face, but since you won't agree, then..."
Pariston looked at the crowd with amusement and said, "Either I kill you all, or you are killed by me. The choice is yours."
"Ring ring... Ring ring..."
"Attention passengers on flight L8975, boarding is now open. Please proceed to gate L6 for boarding."
"Ring ring..." The airport announcement rang out, informing passengers bound for the Saherta United States to begin boarding, and the atmosphere instantly turned icy.
The Blonde Boy watched the crowd quietly. The Snake Handler and the Bow-bearing Boy exchanged a glance, snorted coldly, and turned to leave. Pride kept them there, but Donovan's miserable state could not be ignored.
They had to admit that they couldn't beat the Fat Bodyguard next to the Sun-Earring Boy.
"Hehehe... Discretion is the better part of valor. Goodbye, you two..." Pariston waved at their departing figures, then turned to look at the Bandage Man. The Bandage Man's expression tightened, and he quietly clenched his fist. Finally, he glanced at Pariston with apprehension. His intuition told him that this Sun-Earring Boy was no weaker than the Fat Bodyguard who had just made a move; in fact, he was much stronger. In silence, he chose to turn around and leave, taking the next flight.
I just hope I can make it in time...
"Oh dear, are they all gone?" The Ninja rubbed his bald head, glanced at Roy and Gotoh, and said regretfully, "It was supposed to be three against four, the advantage was in my hands, but now that we're down one... Ninja doesn't stand under a dangerous wall, so I'm outta here..."
After saying that, he flashed out of the waiting hall with the Bandage Man to change their tickets.
Soon only Roy, Gotoh, and the girl from the Kurta Clan remained in the arena.
The girl adjusted her glasses, closed her travelogue, and without a word, walked straight to the door. As she passed Roy, she gave him a polite nod...
Roy returned a smile. Several rows of seats later, only he and Gotoh remained. One sat cross-legged, the other with his hands in his pockets, sitting quietly from beginning to end, showing no sign of leaving.
"Whoosh~" A gust of cold wind blew through the glass window and into the waiting area.
Pariston whistled and looked on with a smile, as if he had expected this to happen.
He opened his arms wide and said with no small amount of praise, "The world's number one assassin family certainly has prestige."
With a single sentence, Roy's identity was revealed. Behind him, the two bodyguards, one fat and one thin, looked at each other with expressions of surprise and uncertainty...
"Hey, hey, hey~ Playing around is fine, but little Hill, I can protect you, but I won't kill Zoldyck." The Fat Bodyguard said, then casually put his hands in his pockets. The Thin Bodyguard next to him glared at him, frowned, and remained silent.
Pariston shrugged. "Look, even my men are too scared to utter a sound. Roy Zoldyck, how about..."
"Let's play a the Game... If you lose, turn left after you go out and that's the exit. As for if you win... I'll see you off with a bow, and I won't say a word of nonsense, how about it?"
"Young Master..." Gotoh looked at Roy, Sun-Earring Boy closed his notebook, crossed his hands to support his chin, and smiled as he looked at Pariston: "I think it would be better to just kill you."