Hisoka's Damaged Reputation

Illumi fell silent for a moment, as if organizing his thoughts.

After all, he had no idea what kind of address would be appropriate for the person outside the door.

A friend?

Hardly.

Besides, the Zoldyck Family shouldn't have friends.

A stranger?

Not exactly, considering they had just fought that morning.

Rubbing his temples with a headache, Illumi frowned.

"A pervert."

"...?"

Coleman was stunned for a moment.

He could imagine his brother using many different terms to refer to the person outside.

But why "pervert," and why was his tone filled with such undisguised disgust?

It was as if he were talking about some annoying piece of trash.

Blinking, Coleman waited for Illumi to continue.

Sure enough, without waiting for Coleman to ask, Illumi began to pick and choose certain details to share.

It was roughly that on his third day at Heavens Arena, he had encountered this Little Madman.

This Little Madman was named Hisoka; his actions and words were erratic, and not only that, he was obsessed with strength.

He loved to seek out the strong to fight.

And since Illumi's techniques were peculiar, almost always fatal, and he was so young, it was no surprise that he had been targeted by this Little Madman.

Illumi tried to shake him off, but the man would always appear in places he least expected.

The reason for seeking Illumi out was also very simple: this Hisoka wanted to fight him.

"So, did you fight him?"

Coleman asked curiously; his brother wasn't exactly someone who knew how to "fight."

No, it should be said that people from the Zoldyck Family didn't know how to fight at all.

They only knew how to kill.

It was difficult for them to ensure that their target would survive.

A single fatal blow was what they pursued.

Therefore, it was perfectly normal for Illumi's methods in Heavens Arena to be so tricky.

Because he had to work hard to control himself so he wouldn't kill his opponent.

Otherwise, it would be very easy to get expelled from Heavens Arena.

Although the arena had no written rule that accidentally killing an opponent would lead to expulsion.

Still, the arena was an arena, not a gladiator pit.

Deliberately killing an opponent would make you disliked by the arena's management, and they would find ways to expel you.

They might even ban you for life.

For the sake of long-term business and reputation, Heavens Arena absolutely did not allow a serial killer to be active on its premises.

Of course, if it were due to a grudge or other such matters, killing was tacitly permitted.

But it was best not to leave any evidence, and it was best to handle it outside the ring.

In that way, just like what Coleman had just done.

As long as you followed the "regulations," there would naturally be someone to clean up the mess for you.

Of course, remember to pay.

Illumi stared with his inorganic black pupils, his expression tinged with exhaustion.

"Of course not."

He knew, of course, that this would be a troublesome character.

Illumi didn't want to invite trouble.

If it happened once, there would be a second and a third time.

Why fight a battle that had no meaning (money)?

Wouldn't that just be pure overtime?

Illumi would never engage in such a losing business.

Bang, bang, bang.

Because there had been no response from inside the room for a long time, Little Madman outside had already begun to pound on the door.

"Illu~mi~ don't be so cold~ I just want to play with you~~ hurry up and open the door~~"

In an instant, the expressions of the two brothers inside turned ugly and complex.

They shifted constantly, like a painter's palette.

What kind of disgusting and eerie voice was that?!

Was that even a sound a human could make?

Illumi, however, quickly returned to his usual state and comforted his younger brother: "It's fine, you'll get used to it."

Coleman: "???"

Why should I have to get used to it?

Reading his intent, Illumi explained helplessly: "Because he's like a piece of chewing gum."

Once he sticks to you, you can't shake him off.

"Oh."

Blinking, Coleman signaled his understanding, then walked toward the door.

"What are you doing?"

"Letting him in."

Coleman said it as if it were a matter of course.

"Otherwise, him shouting out there like a ghost looks terrible."

"...You know he's like a ghost, so just wait for the staff to handle it."

Illumi did not want the pervert entering the room.

Because then this room would no longer be clean!

"But I'm curious~"

Coleman was very curious; to be so detested by his cold-blooded brother, this person must be quite the talent.

Therefore, he wanted to see him.

"Curiosity killed the cat."

Illumi said indifferently, yet he did not stop him.

If he wanted to see him, then let him; in any case, Coleman wouldn't be able to handle this person's bizarre vocal range.

But, he had already warned him. If little Coleman suffered any mental trauma, it would have nothing to do with Illumi.

Thinking of what was about to happen, and how his brother's face would likely become as varied as a palette, Illumi couldn't help but want to laugh.

Listen to advice, and you'll be well-fed.

My dear brother~