"Tch..." Kurapika felt somewhat indignant as he listened to Coleman's nonsense.
But he quickly composed himself, his expression gradually turning solemn as his eyes locked tightly onto Coleman's movements.
Having never stopped searching for his lifesaver, he knew full well just how dangerous this moody, capricious man could be.
Usually, unless the man was in a good mood, anyone who crossed paths with him was doomed to die horribly.
And most commonly, he killed first, then burned the bodies to destroy the evidence!
Coleman waved at the little bristling cat whose ears had flattened back. "Hurry up. Once I make a move, you won't get another chance."
It was an obvious provocation.
Yet paired with that infuriating expression of his, it just seemed utterly unserious.
Below the stage, Killua, who had been worried about Kurapika, strangely fell silent.
Gon chattered beside him, cheering their companion on, but this time, Killua did not join in at all.
He merely fixed his gaze on the black-haired, violet-eyed man.
His face was both puzzled and grave.
Why did that smug expression look more and more like something Second Brother would make?
His lively eyes gradually turned deadpan.
No way, right?
Was Second Brother some kind of clingy stalker or an evil ghost that just would not go away?
Why did he keep coming after him? Was he afraid Killua might get lost?
Onstage, Coleman directly ignored his little brother's stare. He had known all along that he would definitely be exposed this time.
But being found out now would be far too inelegant.
A performance naturally needed the right moment to unveil the "hero's" mask!
Coleman would never allow something as ungraceful as being upstaged to happen to him!
Watching the little blond work hard to attack, he shifted slightly and hooked a