Bai Zhu stood in the doorway and glanced at the five speedboats charging onto the beach outside. The corner of his mouth twitched.
"These flies are so annoying."
As soon as he spoke, he pushed the door open and walked out.
The five speedboats hit the beach almost simultaneously, throwing up huge clouds of sand.
Five people leaped from the bows, their movements crisp and perfectly coordinated.
List hid behind cover at the edge of camp, his fingers flying over his terminal.
The instant the scan results appeared, his face went deathly pale.
"Damn it..."
Razor leaned over to look at the screen, and his brows immediately furrowed.
"Are you sure those readings are right?"
"They are." List swallowed. "Every one of them has stronger Nen than you, especially their leader... code name Hound. His Nen fluctuations are practically spilling off the screen."
Razor fell silent for two seconds, then turned to List.
"So I'm a unit of combat strength now?"
List said nothing, but his expression said it all.
Razor's mouth twitched. He took a deep breath. "Fine. At least that proves I'm still useful for something."
Dwun crouched behind cover on the other side, staring at the five men. "These guys aren't here to negotiate," he said quietly. "They're here to 'retrieve the merchandise.'"
Just as he finished, the man in the lead spoke.
He was lean, his eyes as sharp as a hawk poised to swoop down on its prey.
After sweeping his gaze across the camp, he gave a contemptuous smile.
"This is it? Ging's game development team is actually harboring an S-Class Sample?"
The deputy captain beside him was a muscular brute. He flexed his wrists, his voice dripping with disdain.
"The file says that A-037 can only heal. He doesn't even know Nen. They