Six-Person Team

Gon's voice nearly blew the roof off the dessert shop.

He rushed over to Saitama, his face filled with undisguisable anticipation.

"Mr. Saitama, we heard everything from outside just now, Gang. You're going to the Dark Continent, right? Take us with you."

Killua followed behind with a lollipop in his mouth. Leaning against the doorframe, his blue eyes swept over the empty plates on the table, and his ears quietly perked up.

Saitama scooped up a spoonful of pudding and stuffed it into his mouth.

"If you want to go, then go."

Gon jumped on the spot, knocking his forehead against the chandelier without feeling any pain.

Killua breathed a sigh of relief. The corners of his mouth lifted, then immediately flattened again. He bit through the lollipop and spoke indistinctly.

"And Kurapika. He was already planning to board the ship to find the Scarlet Eyes, so he'll come with us. The only trouble is his boarding identity. Kakin's inspections are strict, and ordinary passengers can't enter the second-level privileged area."

"I'll handle it." Genos's fingers glided across the tablet screen. "I can contact Beyond's people to grant us access. I can also scan the Nen fluctuations throughout the ship and help Kurapika locate every undercover agent."

Gon leaned toward Saitama and sat up straight.

"Mr. Saitama, how did you train to become so strong? Can you teach me? I want to punch Meruem to death too."

Saitama scratched his bald head.

"One hundred push-ups, one hundred sit-ups, one hundred squats, and a ten-kilometer run every day. Keep it up for three years."

Gon immediately pulled out a small notebook and squatted on the floor, carefully writing it all down stroke by stroke.

He wrote so seriously that whenever he made a mistake, he rubbed it out with an eraser,