"Besides, they are just a group of thieves and cannot be brought to the forefront."
His tone was filled with obvious disdain and deep pride.
Hisoka was a little confused when he heard this sentence.
Coleman doesn't seem like a person who would have any professional discrimination.
And isn't your family a killer?
Half a pound versus eight ounces, who looks down on whom?
Standing up and dusting off his body, Hisoka asked, "Why, little Coleman also has professional discrimination?"
"Hmm, it's not that, I just look down on it."
Coleman walked over and shrugged.
"This is just a chain of contempt in prison. Murderers look down on robbers, robbers look down on thieves, and thieves look down on thieves..."
"What about at the bottom of this chain of contempt?"
Coleman paused, then said with a smile, "Rapists, of course, are a kind of person. As long as they enter prison, they will receive 'special treatment' from all prisoners."
"Oh?"
"Jiang Jiaot, whether this kind of prisoner is sentenced to death or suspended death, as long as he is imprisoned in a relatively special prison, rest assured that he will not live for more than a year."
What is a special prison?
It's the kind of prison where serious criminals are imprisoned.
The methods they use to torture people are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
As for why the prison guards didn't care?
Don't you know what you have committed?
The prison guards didn't interfere at all, which was already pretty good.
He spread his hands and pulled Hisoka out of the rubble.
"So I look down on thieves, what's wrong with me?"
Even if they are strong, even if they are somewhat famous in Underworld.
But does this delay a good killer from looking down on them?
No delay!
When they choose to become thieves as a profession, it has become an established fact that they will be looked down upon by people who are keen on killing people.
"You can think of this as Coleman's unique professional discrimination."
Coleman added, walking forward slowly.
Hisoka heard this and quickly followed. "Okay, dear Mr. Killer, do we have to leave as soon as possible now?"
"No need."
Coleman, who had long since taken off his disguise, was just walking around on the street with his white hair, Red Eyes.
The camel trench coat was thrown away by him at some point.
Now all that's left is a white lining and suit pants.
Two buttons on the top of the shirt were opened haphazardly.
He was holding a cigarette in his mouth angrily.
His eyes were filled with the arrogance of a young man.
The frizzy curly hair makes this person look like a little dynamite that explodes at the drop of a hat.
He has no resemblance to the gentle man in the hotel.
At first glance, he saw that he was some dandy boy who came out to fool around.
And this messy and unruly look is evidence of a night spent in a bar!
At the age of seventeen or eighteen, he has acquired bad habits.
When most people see it, they either feel sorry for it or are afraid of it.
Who knows if this kind of gangster will mess with ordinary girls?
Or, take advantage of your family and do evil!
In short, this does not look like a serious child.
"What did you do again?"
Hisoka walked up to him, put a hand on Coleman's shoulder, and asked with a smile, "Have you ruined this girl?"
Coleman glanced at him, with disgust in his eyes.
"Do you think everyone is the same as you? Women keep changing?"
But Hisoka is also amazing. So far Coleman has not seen any woman pester this man.
"Just a bed partner."
Hisoka doesn't take it seriously. He is now more interested in Coleman than his own bad things.
The smell of blood is not very obvious, and the excitement is obvious in the red pupils.
It made Hisoka feel that Coleman must have done something interesting.
That made this man fall into such a state of excitement and madness.
And now, it is the moment when this person's nerves are still warm from excitement.
Otherwise, maybe this person who lost 10 million yuan would directly detain the group leader.
It doesn't matter whether he can be killed or not. First, he will tie up a vote and let his group members redeem him.
"Ah, it's nothing. I just had a very delicious dinner."
He was smiling, with excitement still in his eyes, and his red tongue was licking his lips.
The meaning is still not finished.
Hisoka After thinking about it again and again, I felt that this 'dinner party' was very abnormal.
Suddenly, he noticed Coleman's leather gloves.
Black leather gloves.
Only this person will bring it when he is 'handling a case'.
According to him, he didn't like the feeling of blood sticking between his fingers.
It's sticky, greasy, and very uncomfortable.
Therefore, if there is no accident, he will wear a pair of leather gloves to complete his artistic performance.
Dinner?
Cannibalism?
"Dear."
"Huh?"
"I would like to advise you not to eat raw meat."
"What?"
"Not to mention parasites, cannibals may be invaded by prions."
Hisoka said with a smile, his tone still cheerful and melodious.
It doesn't sound like he's talking about anything bloody.
"Theoretically, the chance of a person being infected with prions is very small, unless you are very lucky and there are prions in the food you eat."
Coleman curled up his lips and explained nonchalantly.
"But it's not zero, isn't it?"
Although Hisoka likes bloody battles, the more exciting and bloody the better.
But... cannibalism is something he really can't accept.
Isn't this thing dirty?
Hisoka feels sick when he thinks about people who eat everything.
"Also, generally speaking, meat from non-herbivorous animals will taste better."
"Yes, the meat of carnivores or omnivores is a bit sour, especially those of purebred large carnivores."
Their flesh is so overdeveloped that it is either very tough or not chewable at all.
The taste will also be much different.
Having said this, Coleman paused.
"But, baby, people are different. At least, people are different to me."
The smile was wanton and the tone was full of tenderness.
It's like explaining the most beautiful treasures in the world.
"Human beings are noble yet humble, proud yet inferior, great yet insignificant creatures!"
When you apply these contradictory words to human beings, you will find that they are so consistent.
"This is the most perfect work of God's creation!"
Stroking the Silver Cross pendant on her wrist.
Coleman's eyes sparkled with obsession and fanaticism.
"So, as a believer in the gods, how can we not use the best and best etiquette to entertain the gods' gifts?"
Licking her lips, Coleman's tone was respectful and sincere.
"Showing the most beautiful art to them is the only etiquette I can do."
Hisoka Hearing these crazy and fanatical words, he burst out laughing very rarely.
"Hey, Coleman, you are so interesting!"
Once again, I feel lucky to have gotten to know such a person.
How lucky you are to know such a "patient".
If it weren't for my curiosity back then, I might never have seen someone with such a black and red world view in this life!
Beautiful and crazy.
What an amazing guy!
"Are you sick? I mean physically."
Hisoka asked with a smile.
"Of course, I always thought I was mentally ill, but my father didn't want to spend money to see me."
"I think he thinks you must be sick, so why spend the extra money?"
"Maybe."
Hisoka took advantage of the fact that he was a little taller than Coleman, so he forced his arms around her shoulders.
"So, all the police departments in this city are gathered in that hotel now?"
"Of course."
The stream of light flashed in the red eyes, Coleman said with a smile, "This is a vicious murder!"
Then you should check it carefully!
"That is to say, the task is completed."
"Uh-huh."
"Come and have a few drinks with me later."
Hisoka made constructive suggestions. Anyway, Illumi is not here, so we can't catch the underage Coleman!
Wandering outside the rules, Hisoka doesn't care about those rules and regulations.
Drinking is just for fun.
"No."
Coleman refused without thinking. I have no money recently and am not in the mood to drink.
"My treat!"
"... go!"
. You provide the master Miao Shijiu's Hunter x Hunter: Ultimate Elegance