Compared to Coleman's uniquely twisted sense of humor, Manster considered himself a normal person.
And normal people naturally appreciated talent, didn't they?
Wouldn't it be a terrible waste for a kid like this, who had yet to grow, to be held back by that group of phantom thieves?
After all, there were far too few smart people in this world.
Manster happened to be one, Coleman was another, and beyond them, there were only Chrollo and the person before him.
As for the rest, Manster had no intention of counting those gorillas who only excelled at violence.
Oh, perhaps Mr. Ging Freecss barely qualified as someone with a scheming heart.
But he did not wander around Manster's territory, so he was excluded.
All things considered, Manster felt it was necessary to save some smart people in this foolish world.
Otherwise, one day, he would die of boredom.
Like moss left alone to rot in a refrigerator—that would be far too awful!
"Mm-hm, Coleman doesn't know about this, you know. And you're not allowed to tell him either." Manster grinned as he sat on a stool, eating a low-quality lollipop and speaking leisurely. "Coleman is about to die. He probably can't be saved."
The moment he opened his mouth, he uttered words that could shake the entire Underworld of the Hunter Continent, yet his tone barely changed.
It was as though he were talking about some random cat or dog, or discussing what to have for dinner.
"But that isn't important. What matters is, once he's gone, what happens to this group?" Ignoring Kurapika's shocked expression, Manster continued, "Coleman made thorough preparations, but I don't want things to go as he wished."
It was not that he was being malicious. He was simply bored.
Manster sighed and crushed the candy in