Coleman Suddenly Becomes the Shortest

The hotel at Heavens Arena provides free accommodation for its contestants.

However, damaging room facilities or any other public property is strictly prohibited.

Should any damage occur, compensation must be paid according to the price.

Although a wooden door isn't expensive.

But trying to make the brothers of the Zoldyck Family pay up? That is absolutely impossible!

Taking a glance, Coleman looked at the high-quality wood and silently estimated its value in his heart.

This would cost at least thirty thousand Jenie in damages.

This place is on the 70th floor of Heavens Arena.

One must know that from the 50th floor and above, the decor already reaches the standard of a five-star hotel.

As the floor level rises, the living environment only improves.

And naturally, the costs for the decor increase accordingly.

As for this wooden door, if he wasn't mistaken, there was even a Red-Feather Fish Eye embedded in the top.

Tsk tsk, the value is going to have to go up a notch.

Hisoka heard the two of them and his body stiffened, his gaze following the brothers' line of sight upward.

Whoa, that's really stuck in there tight.

If it were pulled out, wouldn't there be a very obvious hole left behind?

...Wait, I didn't break this, did I?

Why should I have to pay?!

"Hey, hey, let's be reasonable. Your brother broke this, what does it have to do with me?"

Hisoka smiled, rubbing Coleman's head while gritting his teeth.

If bullying your brother takes too much effort, I can't bully you instead?

Coleman grabbed Hisoka's arm, turned to the side, and delivered a short, sharp burst of force.

In an instant, before Hisoka could react, he was tossed onto the bed.

Hisoka only felt a blur, and suddenly he had changed locations.

But this attack didn't cause him any damage; on the contrary, it landed him inside the room.

"Hmm?"

Unable to understand the child's actions, Hisoka sat on the bed, looking at Coleman in confusion.

Coleman, however, happily said to his brother, "We'll just call the manager over in a bit and say he did it, that should work, right?"

Illumi tossed his empty snack bag into the bin and nodded, "Yes, just telling that lady will be fine. But Coleman, why did you throw a piece of trash onto the bed?"

Where are we supposed to sleep tonight?

We can't still sleep on this bed, it's so dirty.

Illumi looked at Hisoka with disgust.

After all, this guy had been standing in a pool of blood after killing someone a few days ago.

Not only was he covered in blood, but he had also come running toward them with a big grin on his face!

How filthy!

Even his own younger brother knew to disinfect his hands with alcohol after finishing an "artwork."

Thinking back to that scene, Illumi couldn't help but turn away, refusing to look at Hisoka, who was clowning around on the bed.

His face was full of disdain.

"But, Brother, if I don't throw it well and end up smashing other things, we'll have to pay for those too."

Coleman shrugged; he didn't really have a gauge for his own strength.

After all, he usually relied on speed to win.

He only knew his strength was decent, but Coleman couldn't estimate exactly how much he had.

Besides, even if he didn't break the vases and jars in the room, it wouldn't be good if he smashed the flowers and plants on the balcony.

Frowning, Illumi reluctantly agreed with what Coleman said.

"But honestly, little brother, if we're just going to make him take the fall, we could just tie him up and throw him at the manager."

Illumi never hid his disdain for Hisoka; at the very least, Hisoka wouldn't be able to erase Illumi's bad impression of him anytime soon.

After all, who would want to be friends with a pervert for no reason?

Illumi would never be friends with someone who looked like such a hassle.

Oh, except for Coleman.

Coleman is different.

After all, he was Coleman!

Illumi silently thought to himself while opening another bag of desserts.

"Big brother! That was my portion!"

Coleman glared indignantly as Illumi popped the small cake into his mouth.

That was clearly his share; Illumi was so mean!

Taking two steps in one, he grabbed a bag of Illumi's favorite chocolate beans from the snack pile and tore it open to eat without a second thought.

Mumbling with his mouth full, he said, "Didn't I bring a bunch of books on Nen? We're at the wrong age and can't open our aura yet, but this guy is just about the right age, isn't he?"

Illumi watched in silence as his beloved chocolates vanished into Coleman's mouth, then glanced at the dessert in his own hand that his brother loved so much.

He sighed. Forget it.

"That probably won't be enough. This guy is only a little over nine years old."

"Nine?! Nine and he's this much taller than me?!"

Coleman's eyes widened in disbelief.

Illumi looked at his brother, who hadn't grown much lately, and blinked. "It's fine, but little brother, you're already shorter than me."

So, perhaps it wasn't that the other boy was too tall.

It was just that you... were growing too slowly.

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Coleman frowned, reaching out to compare his height with Illumi's.

Big brother was actually taller than him!

No way!

Aren't we twins?!

This must be a dream!

Stunned, Coleman stood frozen, unable to believe he was actually two centimeters shorter than his brother!

Biting down on a milk pouch, Illumi mumbled, "Coleman doesn't like milk."

That's why you aren't growing.

"Who would like something as weird as milk!"

"I do..."

Hisoka made a weak sound from the bed, raising his hand.

Meeting the gazes of the two brothers who had been drawn to him, he tilted his head.

"Milk is actually not bad... I quite like drinking it."