"Hey little guy, your candy."
Coleman approached the silent Kurapika and handed out a candy.
He patted the child's back vigorously.
"You won, didn't you? Why are you still looking so sad?"
Look at the number three written on the electronic board mounted on the wall.
Coleman feels that the best-of-five game is over.
There is no need to fight again.
Licking the lollipop, Coleman got no reply.
He glanced at the child who huddled up when he came back and spread his hands.
Coleman walked to the edge of the cliff, stared at the endless abyss, and once again thought about the person just now.
Will Phantom Troupe really accept someone who looks so ugly?
No way, Chrollo's aesthetics are so bad?
Obviously the golden retriever I saw a while ago is quite good-looking.
He has a baby face and speaks very nicely, but his subconscious actions are not very good. You can tell at a glance that this kid is wilted.
But if it is a simple chat, you will feel very comfortable with this kind of person.
"That's not Phantom Troupe's person."
Kurapika, who had calmed down, looked at Coleman, who was puzzled and staring at the cliff, and explained softly.
"Phantom Troupe would never do such boring things."
Although, Coleman feels a little unhappy.
What is boredom?
This clearly respects human rights!
Coleman The artist will name each person who becomes a work of art and take a photo as a souvenir!
This kind of record is very serious, okay?
But Coleman didn't answer, he was still thinking.
Why would anyone escape from under his paws?
Kurapika stood up slowly, looked at the still unmoved person, and continued to add, "The real Phantom Troupe will have a code on its Spider tattoo."
Coleman Suddenly, he remembered.
This is a guy who comes to provoke when he is enjoying his art.
Claiming to be the noble Phantom Troupe.
But Coleman, who was having a great time, didn't even care which group he belonged to, and just broke off his arms and legs and threw them on the road.
As for why he was not killed, it proves that this man was very lucky.
The artwork for that day was titled 'God's Feast'.
He finally managed to gather 13 people with different personalities, looks, and affiliations to complete the banquet.
In order to ensure the completeness of the number of kills.
Coleman But he endured it for a whole day without killing anyone else, just to ensure the sense of ceremony.
So this idiot, because he did not meet the criteria to be killed, was lucky enough to survive.
After thinking about everything, Coleman turned back leisurely. "I know Chrollo's selection criteria. Even if this person meets all the criteria of Phantom Troupe, he won't be able to get in."
Kurapika frowned. "Why?"
Coleman stood up straight and smiled a little coldly, "He is too weak."
"A person who is disliked by an 'artist' like Coleman and is not killed is enough to prove that he is a person who is not worthy of death."
Coleman threw a candy. "Are you feeling better? Well, it's nothing. If you want to take revenge in the future, you can call me. Although I'm not good at killing people, I can call Coleman to help you! He is a scumbag who is willing to help others! Especially when it comes to killing people."
He looked at it again and said, "Aren't you going to let us go? We've won three out of five games!"
There was a buzzing sound from the speaker, and the examiner's voice sounded, "Okay."
"Hey, is that done?"
Killua smiled with a hint of prickliness, "I thought there would be something fun. I would have known I would be the first one to get in."
On the other end of the loudspeaker, the examiner didn't know if it was because of his bad taste or what happened, but he changed the subject and said, "You can continue if you want."
On the other side of the monitor, Lippo was eating snacks, but he didn't mind the show going on for a little longer.
The prisoner examiners on the other side wanted it even more. Their mission was not to win or lose, but to delay time.
The longer the delay, the more disadvantageous it is to the candidates and the more reduced their sentence will be.
Coleman looked at the white hair next to him.
Why doesn't this kid know how to stop when he's done?
What have you learned outside?
But it's okay, Zoldyck Family's kids are not bad at all. They don't need to deal with politicians anyway.
My thoughts were spinning in my mind, it was just time to test the results.
Although, Coleman feels that no one on the other side can test out the details of Killua.
The fourth game begins.
Killua walked slowly along the board and raised his eyebrows. "Who is fighting me?"
The prisoner examiners looked at each other, and a man with an expressionless and somewhat dull face slowly walked onto the ring.
Killua looked at the person walking over. "So, what are the rules of victory and defeat?"
The man took advantage of his height and said disdainfully, "Winning or losing? I never participated in this for boring things like winning or losing, amnesty, etc."
He stretched out his hand as if touching something. "I just want to relive the pleasure of tearing meat with my hands. All you need to do is scream loudly."
Killua raised his head and said expressionlessly, "Well, so, the person who dies counts as the loser?"
Behind him, Coleman was leaning against the wall, looking at the little white hair, and sighed again.
My brother is so cute!
What did the man say about tearing meat with your hands?
Is there anyone who understands the human body better than the disciples of the Zoldyck Family? Is there anyone who is better at 'exploring things'?
The atmosphere in the arena was tense. No matter from which angle you looked at it, the little Killua was the weak one.
The man's tall body brings oppressive force, especially his arms, which stand on both sides like two mountains.
He is stronger than that muscle monster or the strong man Coleman is facing!
No matter how you look at it, Killua doesn't look like it can be beaten.
The man approached step by step. "That's the truth."
Kurapika was a little anxious. He stared at the shore and shouted to stop, "Don't hit Killua!"
This is not something that ordinary people can resist!
Gon couldn't help but speak, with a hint of dissuasion. "Killua!"
. You provide the master Miao Shijiu's Hunter x Hunter: Ultimate Elegance