Chaos in the Black Market

The fifth floor was more chaotic than usual on the day of the trade.

The alleys were packed with people. Forces from all sides hid in the shadows, all watching the direction of the Troupe's base. Kurapika arrived at the warehouse door at the appointed time, with Saitama and Genos behind him.

"We'll stick to the plan." Kurapika lowered his voice. "Killua and Gon, circle around to the back door. Don't make a move until I give the signal."

Killua made an okay gesture, then dragged Gon into the nearby alley.

The back door was hidden in a corner piled high with scrap. Two Troupe members stood guard with their knives, chatting with their heads lowered. Killua and Gang had just been about to sneak up and knock them out when Gon stepped forward and placed a hand on one man's shoulder.

"Could you move aside?"

The guard cursed and threw a punch.

Gon raised a hand and caught the man's fist. With a slight twist, he made the man grunt in pain before hurling him away. He slammed into the metal wall and slid down, unconscious.

The other guard, Gang, had just drawn his knife when Gon dodged to the side and drove a fist into his stomach. The man flew away doubled over, knocking over a waist-high pile of scrap.

Killua froze in place, his lollipop almost falling from his mouth.

He had known Gon for years. Gon was strong, sure, but there was no way he could have sent someone flying three meters with one punch.

"When did you get this strong?"

Gon scratched his head, looking completely bewildered.

"I don't know. I just did what Mr. Saitama said—ran laps and did push-ups every day. I kept training, and then I became like this."

Killua's mouth twitched.