No, I'm Not

In the end, Bai Zhu did not go to Kukuroo Mountain.

The reason was simple.

Killua's little chicken could be flicked anytime, but the Hunter Association paid by the day.

In the adult world, money came first.

As he drove the car Milluki had given him, Milluki's face was full of anguish.

"I just finished modifying this car. It's shockproof, bulletproof, has a built-in refrigerator, and three sets of fake plates. Don't drive it into a ditch."

"Young Master, you're prejudiced against me."

Milluki pointed toward the collapsed part of Meteor City.

"This is called evidence."

Illumi stood beside the car, still holding a little notebook.

"Car damage can be charged to your account too."

Bai Zhu immediately opened the door.

"Young Master, goodbye. And Illumi, don't write down everything. This is my car now!"

Milluki leaned against the window and stuffed a communicator into his hand.

"Don't turn off the remote channel. I need access to the Association database on your side. Freeload where you can; don't waste it."

"I'm going to work, not steal internet."

"Quit pretending to be proper. Given the chance, you could pan for gold in shit."

"That's called professional ethics."

Milluki sneered.

"You don't have any."

Bai Zhu stepped on the gas.

The modified car shot out from beside the ruins, its exhaust blasting Milluki full in the face with dust.

Milluki jumped around behind it.

"Bai Zhu! Come back and wash my car!"

Bai Zhu rolled up the window.

"Bad signal."

Five days later, he arrived at the city where Hunter Association headquarters was located.

Bai Zhu's first instinct upon entering the city was to slow down.

This place had a completely different vibe from Meteor City.

The streets were packed with people: some carried long blades, some dragged cages, some pushed freezer