Kurapika reacted faster. The moment Coleman moved, he had already retreated five steps away.
He watched the man standing frozen in place with a wary expression.
Coleman pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek.
It hurt.
His thumb brushed over the corner of his mouth, wiping away the blood.
Fine, no more laughing at Hisoka this time. Tch!
Coleman stared motionlessly at the bloodstain, as though pondering something.
Beside him, Kurapika spoke.
"Do you know what your worst flaw is?"
Those words successfully drew Coleman's attention.
"Arrogance and conceit," Kurapika said flatly.
I'm done for. Those three words perfectly described Killua's inner thoughts.
He couldn't help covering his face.
Second Brother hated bleeding.
Because...
Blood always awakened the beast's wild nature.
"Ha~ Interesting, this is just too interesting!" A strange voice with an eerie lilt rang out. Coleman covered his face, laughing delightedly.
Yet the blood-red gleam flickering constantly in his eyes revealed boundless danger.
The corners of Coleman's lips curled up as he muttered softly.
"Sure enough, raising little kittens is the best!"
His knuckles cracked loudly as they were flexed, but his figure vanished from the clearing.
Kurapika's eyes swept frantically around, sweat soaking through his clothes.
He knew he had gotten himself into trouble, but...
He just couldn't stand this unreliable adult!!
With the Chairman nearby, Kurapika fearlessly did something he had wanted to do for a long time.
Now, he just needed to find an opportunity to admit—
"Do you know what arrogance is?" The voice exploded beside Kurapika's ear.
His face instantly turned pale, and his eyes went vacant for a moment.
Killing intent. The intent of death.
Kurapika felt that he was only one step away from death.
Death's scythe pressed tightly against his artery. With the slightest movement, he would fall