Too Confident About Capturing Me?

"That was a shame."

As soon as Bai Zhu said that, the fog outside grew even thicker.

Cryogenic agent seeped in through the gaps in the windows. The temperature inside the vehicle dropped, the alloy net tightened further, and the doors groaned under the strain.

Milluki lowered his head and glanced at his terminal.

"They've also blocked the nearby signals."

Piyu raised her phone and aimed the camera at Bai Zhu.

Bai Zhu immediately glared at her.

"What are you doing?"

"Recording the scene."

"I haven't authorized that yet!"

"Do you have time to sue me right now?"

Bai Zhu was momentarily speechless.

The sound of guns being cocked came from beyond the fog, along with several auras of Nen pressing in from different directions.

The old-scarred man's voice carried through the fog into the vehicle.

"Mr. Ging, we only want him. You're an Association team. There's no need to risk your lives against a bounty squad for a temporary collaborator."

Ging sat in the front vehicle with the window half-open, his chin resting on one hand.

"I rather admire your courage. Really."

The old-scarred man laughed.

"Business always involves some risk. But you still have to do your homework. High-temperature flames at close range, with attack range dependent on a blade, and a sword-drawing motion before activation. Cryogenic agent to suppress the temperature, heat-resistant nets to limit his distance, and paralysis needles to ensure live transport."

Bai Zhu listened very seriously.

After hearing it all, he turned to Milluki.

"They said I have to draw my sword before activating."

Piyu nodded from the side.

"You did draw your sword back at the licensing hall."

"So this is my fault?"

Milluki patted his belly and said without the slightest concern,

"You fought too predictably. You gave them false confidence."

Bai