Crack!
The sound of a whip slicing through the air echoed down the corridor.
If one listened closely, there was also a cold, utterly flat voice speaking.
"Do you know what you did wrong?"
The voice came from the punishment room of the Zoldyck estate.
"Hah? What did I do wrong? Running away from home? Didn't you do the same, Brother?" Almost the next second, a mocking voice retorted disdainfully, "You were far more rebellious than I was back then."
The voice was clear, childish, and delicate.
It sounded like a child of thirteen or fourteen throwing a little tantrum.
The one being provoked did not get angry in the slightest, merely replying calmly and indifferently.
"But you weren't capable enough."
You weren't capable enough, so you were caught and brought back.
But I was different. I was capable enough; I came back on my own.
Illumi silently added in his heart.
If Silva had not cut off their money-making route back then, he and Coleman might have been able to live freely for quite a while longer.
At that thought, some unpleasant memories flooded Illumi's mind.
Street punks, gangsters, a bunch of deranged fools with nothing better to do.
Especially that smiling tiger, Garnet. In just three days, he had stolen Coleman's attention.
After that, the younger brother who had once clung to him at every moment began to grow restless.
What a terrible thing.
Though he sighed inwardly, Illumi's hand did not relax in the slightest.
"Assassins don't need friends. Feelings become burdens." As Illumi thought of Garnet, who had lured Coleman away, he warned Killua.
Unless your friend was strong enough, sooner or later, you would end up in a dilemma where you had to choose.
And this was the Zoldyck family. Aside from true family, anyone