To be honest, Garnet looked down on Kurapika's way of seeking revenge.
When he sought revenge for his birth mother, it wasn't simply about becoming stronger and killing those few scumbags.
To kill someone, you must first destroy their spirit.
What could be more fun than destroying someone's most precious possession right in front of them and condemning them to live in a nightmare forever?
Garnet believed that no, therefore those who had harmed his mother were still alive.
They're doing just fine.
Aside from being noseless, earless, and unable to move, everything is fine.
Sometimes, Garnet would even mail them photos from that time, so they could reminisce about their wives and daughters or husbands and sons.
Although he didn't receive any thanks.
"Do you know what the Phantom Troupe needs most?" Suddenly, Garnet asked a question that seemed completely unrelated.
The still bewildered Kurapika was taken aback by the question, "Money?"
If it weren't for money, the Kurta Clan wouldn't have been able to...
Thinking of this, a hint of red flashed in his eyes. Kurapika barely managed to control his emotions, preventing himself from losing control.
But Garnet on the other side laughed, giving him an appreciative once-over. "I like impulsive little brats, but you're wrong. What they care about is..."
"Home!"
A house marked with the name ' Phantom Troupe '.
Those who scheme are all cunning, and Garnet was someone Coleman once called the heart of.
Its severity is beyond description.
Garnet looked at the person with a complicated expression, grinned, and said, "Become my apprentice, and I'll help you. Don't worry, it's more satisfying to kill your enemies with your own hands. I know more about that than you do."
"But..."
The man with black hair and purple eyes stood up, his long, silky black robe draped over his shoulders, revealing a golden dragon garment embroidered with gold thread, exuding both nobility and domineering presence.
He walked slowly towards us, a folding fan in his hand and a smile strikingly similar to Coleman's.
Standing close to Kurapika, Garnet looked down at him with a mocking glint in his purple eyes.
He leaned closer to the blond boy and chuckled, "I can teach you a more interesting way."
For example, disintegration.
Although it's difficult, with that madman Hisoka around, Garnet believes it shouldn't be too hard to achieve.
Physical disintegration can also be considered disintegration.
A smile as bright as a flower, eyes half-closed, like a fox feigning sleep.
He closed his folding fan, straightened up, and admired the expression on the kind little cat's face. Then, thoughtfully, he said, "In any case, you wouldn't abandon repaying kindness for the sake of revenge, would you?"
This time, Kurapika turned his attention back to the point that he had heard clearly.
"It's just something I did, I wouldn't cheat you," the smiling man said. "After all, Coleman and I are partners."
Yes, others, even Illumi and Garnet, would all be willing to guarantee that no one understands that madman better than him.
Ku'er Ya is no good, Allen is no good, Hisoka is no good.
The Zoldyck members are even worse.
Only Garnet.
Because those two are the undisputed partners in the Underworld!
God forgives Coleman, and Buddha has mercy on Garnet.
This wasn't said by the two of them, but rather summarized by their only surviving opponent during another collaboration.
Having been lost in thought for quite some time, Kurapika sighed once again.
Why did I even think of that unlucky master?
He looked up, pulled out a document, and continued grading.
Kurapika glanced at the document's header instinctively Kurapika, startled.
' The Phantom Troupe's whereabouts over the past three months suggest a suitable price range of 100-500 million Jenie.'
He stared at the questions for about three minutes before slowly flipping through the document, and then signed his name at the end.
Then, I randomly selected a number from 1 to 5 and threw the file into the other file pile.
It was not treated in any special way; it was just like any other ordinary document.
"Hey! Have you had dinner yet?" Manster had been out shopping all day, suddenly appeared out of nowhere, holding fresh and delicious food. He asked knowingly, "If you haven't eaten, I brought you some food."
Of course he didn't eat. This is the middle of nowhere. Kurapika always finishes his work before doing anything else; he doesn't have time to cook.
Kurapika casually took it and asked, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary, "You did this?"
"Ah, uh..." Manster answered instinctively, then quickly tried to cover it up. "What evidence do you have?"
"Tsk." Kurapika lifted the lid, looked at him with a hint of helplessness, and didn't say a word.
Manster realized his mistake too; how had he inadvertently given himself away?
He scratched his head in frustration, then made a face, begging for forgiveness from someone ten years younger than him.
Kurapika subconsciously smiled and said with a grin, "This won't happen again."
"... Okay, no problem." Manster subconsciously, feeling a chill run down his spine, and realizing he was soaked in sweat.
Looking at Kurapika eating, he hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Could you please stop smiling like that in the future?"
"?" Kurapika looked up, puzzled.
"I have a feeling that some white-haired guy has come back to life." Manster rubbed the goosebumps on his arm, somewhat annoyed. "Just looking at him is so annoying!"
This kid's smile is making him look more and more like those two perverts!
Hearing this, Kurapika laughed even harder. He waved the phone in his hand and slowly said, "Master, Manster said you look like Koro."
A hoarse voice, tinged with a hint of amusement, came through the receiver. "Little Ke? Oh? Looks like Little Manster's missing his former boss? I can call him for you, you know~"
"Thank you, but there's no need. Please enjoy your meal. I have to go now, and I'll never see you again."
After several denials, Manster had no intention of staying here and slipped into the shadows to escape.
Very well, Kurapika today has taken another step in Coleman's direction. I shouldn't have come!
Oh dear, he's having such a hard time!