The Pot's Secret · Going Berserk

Half an hour later, at the entrance to the third-floor cargo area.

Everyone crouched low, hiding in the shadows of the cargo containers.

"The plan is simple," Kurapika whispered. "Gon, Killua, you two are responsible for luring Feitan and Shalnark away."

"I'll take the chance to rush in and rescue him."

"Leorio, stand by in the rear and prepare to treat the wounded."

"Genos, provide aerial support and scan the surroundings at all times."

Everyone nodded.

Saitama leaned against a nearby cargo container and yawned.

"What about me?" he asked.

"You..." Kurapika hesitated. "Just watch from the back. If there's danger we can't deal with, then I'll have to trouble you."

Saitama gave an "oh" and had no objections.

After all, everyone here looked pretty strong. They probably wouldn't need him to act.

He leaned against the container, pulled a bag of cheese-flavored potato chips from his pocket, opened it, and began eating.

Gon and Killua exchanged a glance and charged out at the same time.

Two figures, one on the left and one on the right, headed straight for the depths of the cargo area.

Feitan and Shalnark were guarding the warehouse where Katz was being held.

Hearing the commotion, they both looked up.

"It's you two brats again." Feitan narrowed his eyes, a trace of killing intent flashing through his golden pupils.

Shalnark pushed up his glasses and smiled.

"Not bad. You've even got the nerve to come knocking on our door."

Gon said nothing. He clenched his fists, and his Nen surged.

The aura of an Enhancer wrapped around his fists, gleaming with a faint white light.

Compared to when he had boarded the ship, he was more than a level stronger.

He punched at Feitan.

The force of the punch howled through the air.

Feitan dodged