"It hurts, it hurts, my dear, can't you be gentler?"
Coleman lay on the wooden board helplessly, looking up at the ceiling.
Hisoka, who had never done anything like this before, was in a hurry and pulled the thread hard. Only when he saw Coleman's wrinkled face did he relax.
He sneered and said, "Isn't it pretty awesome? I thought I didn't need to sew it!"
Saying this, Hisoka looked down at the twisted sutures and frowned.
Where does he know how to sew this thing?
After tying two knots casually, Hisoka gave up.
Patting Coleman's thigh perfunctorily, he nodded. "That's it, I tried my best."
Sure enough, professional work still needs to be done by professionals.
You deserve Machi to make money!
Coleman took a casual glance, saw the strange bow, and twitched the corner of his mouth.
He rolled his eyes angrily, knowing that it would not be good in the end!
"Didn't I teach you?"
The tone was light, with an unobvious rhetorical question, "Have you never dealt with it yourself?"
While talking, Coleman tore open the newly stitched wound and took out the thread embedded in the flesh.
I rummaged through my pocket and found a piece of non-toxic silk thread.
Nen is injected, and weak white light flashes on the silk thread.
It passes through the skin like a swimming fish and stitches open wounds tightly.
Hisoka shook his head and answered confidently, "I haven't learned that 'retractable and free love' can solve many things."
As he spoke, a pink piece of rubber-like 'Nen' rotated in Hisoka's hands.
He blinked, looked at Coleman who was still struggling with the wound, and said with a smile, "Man, do you want to try this 'miracle medicine'?"
This is not much better than physical suturing. The only side effect is that it needs to be bandaged afterwards.
Coleman refused without raising his head. "No need, this thing is just a showpiece, hiss... what's going on behind the scenes?"
Seeing that the wound was still twisted and twisted, he was a little discouraged.
Sure enough, it is a good habit to get to know doctors everywhere.
Feeling a slight headache, he rubbed his eyebrows, Coleman arranged his clothes and stood up slowly.
Hisoka, who was disliked, didn't care at all and even joked, "I said, why are you looking for me? Are you falling in love with me? Are you looking for a chance to be alone?"
As he said that, he looked around and then shook his head firmly.
"No, I still like women, especially women with good figures. Please forgive me for refusing!"
Coleman was stunned by the thunder. It took three or four seconds for him to regain his composure. He glanced at someone who was playing with the silk thread that came from him and sneered, "I'm attracted to a dog, but I won't be attracted to you."
He shook his stiff neck and felt a little tired. He didn't remember to reply to Hisoka's question until he reached the door.
"I thought your skills would improve. After all, someone who escaped death from Phantom Troupe last time should think about the importance of learning to bandage."
The deck beneath my feet swayed, rising and falling with the waves.
Coleman's hand was on the door handle, as if he was thinking about a problem or distracted.
What did he want to say?
In the remote warehouse, the candlelights in the four corners swayed with the drifting ship.
The firelight was weak and could not illuminate clearly the face of Hisoka in the corner.
Under the blurry shadow, another mysterious filter was added to the magician.
Insidious, cunning, and yet innocent at the same time.
'crunch'
Something on the deck was shaken open, but Coleman seemed to be awakened by the harsh sound.
He slowly turned around and looked at the person hiding in the shadows.
"Speaking of which, the time is almost up, right?"
Hisoka was stunned by this question.
I can't keep up with this person's thoughts.
After thinking carefully for a long time, I finally realized what this escaped killer was thinking.
"Auction?"
"Ah." Coleman spat out a meaningless syllable and tilted his head, as if he was giving instructions, but also as if he was mocking. "Don't rush to the front this time. Those thieves have caused trouble. In short, they will be rewarded thoroughly."
Hisoka raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him whose expression was unclear. "Your father..."
"Not only that, but also my dear grandpa. Anyway, don't get too close. It would be bad if you accidentally hurt him."
Coleman turned the door handle, thought for a while, and spoke again, "If you are lucky, Chrollo might escape. You can play with him later. In short, the auction venue has been reserved by the Zoldyck Family."
If Hisoka doesn't want to die, it's best not to rush in.
After all, even he, a person who likes to watch the excitement, plans to avoid that auction.
Father and grandfather join forces...
Long time no see.
"With two top killers joining forces, can Chrollo escape?" Hisoka expressed doubts.
After all, he has seen Illumi's hunting skills, and he has also seen Coleman's hunting methods.
I don't think that the ability of the person who can cultivate these two geniuses will be lower than the two.
This time, Coleman turned around with doubts and confusion on his expression.
"What are you thinking about? The mission our family took on this time is more like a 'bodyguard', not a direct hunt for Phantom Troupe."
"Huh?" Hisoka's hand playing with the silk thread paused, and he sneered, "Zoldyck? Bodyguard?"
Coleman spread his hands. "They don't pay enough, but they pay enough favors, so naturally..."
Naturally, what you pay is what you get in return.
In addition, Zoldyck Family will not accept the task without sufficient reward.
Therefore, there is a high probability that dad and grandpa will just drive Phantom Troupe away.
After all, chasing people is tiring, right?
Grandpa's 'old arms and legs' can't stand such a torment!
"But recently I heard that Chrollo got some strange Nen Ability. If you come to play with him, be more careful. Also, don't lure him to me! Otherwise, take your poker and leave my villa!"
That strange black book, Coleman never wants to come across it in this life.
There is also the man with the black book who looks like a contemporary godfather.
Coleman It's so bad that even seeing it makes me feel unlucky!
Hisoka heard this and smiled curiously, "Chrollo What's wrong with you? Why are you so annoying to him? Just because he owes you some money?"
"That's not the case." Coleman denied this. "I just hate hyenas."
As he spoke, he squinted his eyes and rubbed his fingers as if he was crushing something.
Especially, the hyena that escaped from death Meteor City!
A group of clinging, irritable 'madmen'!
The knuckles of Coleman were pressed loudly. He said that he couldn't get along with people like Chrollo, even though he admired him very much.
"Chrollo is an extremely sane madman, and I hate sane madmen the most."
Gentlemen, there must be some enthusiasm that others do not have, in order to be called an elegant and crazy gentleman.
What a pity, Chrollo is as disgusting as dead wood in some ways!
For example, for the safety of the so-called 'family', you are extremely rational and will not do anything out of the ordinary!
Friends, aren't they meant to be betrayed?
Coleman can't figure out why a madman has friends, let alone why a madman like Chrollo has a trustworthy 'family'.
You should obviously walk on the edge of the cliff and experience the fun of dancing with Grim Reaper!
Pure sanity...
Chrollo's face showing false compassion flashed across Coleman's mind.
His scarlet eyes shone slightly, as if there was a sea of blood rolling in them.
Licking his chapped lips, malice lingered around Coleman without any hindrance.
A strange idea suddenly emerged.
It always makes people want to destroy it.
What will happen if that hypocritical face is peeled off?
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