But this little prank was nowhere near enough to satisfy Manster's desire for fun.
Still.
A malicious glint flashed through his dark violet eyes before quickly fading.
This poor little kitty probably couldn't accept such a disgusting game.
A suitable bit of whitewashing was still quite necessary.
Having voiced his opinion, Manster stretched and drawled, "Think it over carefully yourself. I think what Kurapika said makes a lot of sense. Revenge alone won't pull out the roots, you know~"
It wasn't that revenge couldn't pull out the roots; Kurapika's methods simply weren't ruthless enough.
If he could manage even a third of what Coleman did, Manster would never have said that.
After all, in the Underworld of Hunter Continent, who didn't know that ironclad rule?
The most pitiful thing about Coleman's enemies was becoming Coleman's enemies.
Cruelty and bloodshed had always followed that name, until it became legend.
Wherever he passed, there was only despair.
But Manster especially liked that reputation, because it saved him a great deal of effort.
That was also one of the reasons he liked working under Coleman.
His boss was powerful and loaded—which employee wouldn't like that?
He came and went in a hurry, as though nothing in this place could stop this information broker.
The man who had slipped in under cover of darkness left just as he had arrived, like a slick snake silently slipping out of the room.
Leaving Kurapika alone inside to think.
"Yo, finished talking?" In the hallway, Coleman held a cigarette between his fingers and asked with a smiling squint, "What do you think of the candidate I picked for you?"
"Mm-hm." Manster shrugged. "He'll do."
He wasn't particularly satisfied.
After all, this was a playground for lunatics. A little kitten that wandered in by mistake would be