Art in Progress

"Wutong, do you know the origins of those people?"

His gaze was cold, yet his expression was full of smiles.

As if he had discovered something amusing, Coleman whispered.

"Are they from some big family?"

Otherwise, how could they have infiltrated the Zoldyck Family to such an extent?

The butler, Wutong, paused at the question, tossed the antiseptic cotton swab into the trash can, and spoke in a flat tone with a blank expression.

"Not at all, Young Master. They are merely a group of small-fry hired by someone."

As he spoke, he took out gauze to bandage the stitched wound.

His movements were careful, for fear of hurting this young master.

Although Wutong also knew that this bit of pain wouldn't cause any harm to this child.

Perhaps it was because of Coleman's white hair.

Or perhaps it was because of the optimism Coleman was born with.

It made this serious and profound butler harbor a tiny bit of partiality.

"As for why they were able to find the cloakroom, it is because this bug got lost."

He didn't even lift his head, and his tone remained unchanged.

But Coleman heard the mockery within it.

Coleman nodded.

This was normal; the Zoldyck Family's courtyard was so vast that even he would get lost sometimes.

Let alone some vermin entering for the first time?

Even if they had obtained a map in advance, it would be of no use.

After all, due to the high destructiveness of his family members from time to time, their "map" was always being renovated.

For example, the reception room that was there two days ago had been destroyed by his grandfather because of an unpleasant conversation with a guest last time.

The armory on the second basement level had been completely wiped out due to Illumi's experiments.

The lawn in the southeast corner of the house had also been completely ruined because he hadn't held onto the chain when he was walking Mike last time.

Coleman suddenly fell silent.

Ah, this.

There was no lack of reason for his father to value money so much.

The high lethality inherent to the Zoldyck Family meant that even small jokes had a devastating impact.

If they didn't have money, repairing the infrastructure would be a major issue.

Not to mention the expenses and consumption of the entire household.

Hiss...

Thinking of this, Coleman suddenly spoke: "Wutong, could you help me get a list of the intruders? Or a list of their employers would also work."

Since they could hire Hunters to ambush the Zoldycks, they must be very wealthy.

Lowering his brows, Coleman wore a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

If you have money and nowhere to spend it, then let me help you with that.

"...Young Master, we are assassins."

Not robbers!

Wutong adjusted his glasses, silently retorting.

What are you planning with that expression of someone about to go on a looting spree?

"That's right, can't assassins seek revenge?"

He blinked his eyes, feigning innocence.

Coleman hopped off the chair, skipping about, and even did a little spin.

He tilted his head, acting cute.

"I just want them to know that provoking the Zoldyck Family comes with a price."

His voice, however, was extremely cold, laced with killing intent.

He was like a beast baring its fangs.

Why did you have to scare Mother?

You even made Mother angry.

Therefore, you deserve to die.

For a moment, looking at the indignant young master, Wutong was at a loss for words.

As for the matter of intrusions, the Zoldyck Family encountered them every three to five days.

Most were blocked in the outer perimeter; those clowns wouldn't even be able to dance their way into the presence of the Madam or the Head of the Family.

However, today, the Head of the Family had hired professionals for a prenatal check-up, which had given those idiots an opportunity.

He thought silently that after this, the Zoldyck Family's medical team would likely add a new department.

But when it came to retaliation, the Zoldyck Family had a professional team for that.

It wasn't necessary for the young masters to engage in such low-class work.

Straightening his clothes, Wutong stood up.

"Young Master Coleman, you don't need to worry about this aspect; there will be a specialized team to deal with them."

But Coleman felt this was an extremely fun matter and very much wanted to participate.

Besides, if they followed the methods of their old-fashioned assassin family, they would at most just kill the people.

But the problem was, what about the money?

The money their family lost couldn't be compensated for by just a few people.

Furthermore, were they even worth that much?

"Moreover, rather than asking a subordinate, it would be better to ask the Head of the Family."

Wutong said respectfully.

The information in his own hands wouldn't be the most complete, first-hand data.

He was only responsible for statistics, while the interrogation and torture were handled by another department.

Logically speaking, the most complete information was in the hands of the Head of the Family.

Coleman thought about it, and that was true.

Afterward, he walked out in frustration.

He didn't want to provoke his father, who was currently in a foul mood.

How annoying; the Zoldyck Family's confidentiality policy was just so irritating.

Otherwise, how could a butler who handled the family's major and minor affairs not have first-hand information?

He really didn't know which Head of the Family had been so fond of trouble to set such rules.

To establish different butlers to manage different matters.

And finally, have it all summarized in the hands of the Head of the Family.

Muttering incessantly in his heart, Coleman could only run to Silva to get the information.

Humming a tune, the little boy was carefree.

His white suit jacket fit him perfectly.

The red lines along the edges were designed just right.

Added to that was the black rose on his chest.

He looked like a little gentleman.

His slightly spiky short white hair was fixed perfectly with hair gel.

Messy, yet without losing its aesthetic appeal.

It added a touch of nobility to him.

Under the night sky, he was like a white angel who had descended to the mortal world.

But when his blood-red pupils scanned the world, you would suddenly wake up in shock.

There was no such thing as a fallen angel here.

This was clearly a man-eating demon stepping to the beat of terror.

That crimson color was like a sea of stars, flickering magnificently.

Blood-red gemstones.

Priceless.

He casually plucked a blood-red rose from this garden.

He strolled forward, walking slowly.

It was as if he were wandering through his own backyard.

Like a ghost, he roamed through this residence.

Quietly, slowly.

Step by step, I walked toward the house.

Yet, I did not disturb a single soul.

I glanced at the wristwatch on my left wrist.

I raised an eyebrow and chuckled softly.

The timing was just right.

I lifted my gaze, filled with keen interest.

It was time to paint.

.You are reading Hunter x Hunter: Ultimate Elegance by the great Miao Shijiu