Speak Plainly, Don't Make Me Slap You

"How could I do that, brother? You're staying here alone, so of course I, your little brother, have to keep you company."

Hearing Hisoka's affected words, Luo Ye's mouth twitched. He shot him a sidelong glance. "Speak plainly. Don't make me slap you."

Hisoka trying to get sentimental with him? Only if the sun rose in the west. Besides, Hisoka had actually passed up an opportunity to fight a strong opponent just to stay by his side. Why did that sound so strange?

It simply wasn't something Hisoka would do, so there had to be a catch.

"Fine, I really can't hide anything from you, brother." Hisoka shrugged helplessly. "I just had a fight and used up all my strength. I don't want to fight a second battle yet."

After an exhilarating fight, if he immediately went into another difficult battle before his stamina had recovered, he would not enjoy it.

Especially a battle where he would be on the receiving end. What he sought was the joy of meeting an evenly matched opponent, not getting beaten up nonstop.

Luo Ye's frown deepened after hearing that. He had just fought someone? The Phantom Troupe members were all up ahead. The others probably did not have the strength to drain Hisoka dry, did they?

No, there seemed to be one more person.

"You went and provoked someone from the Zoldyck family?" Then Illumi had probably beaten him up.

After all, Illumi valued Killua, his younger brother, greatly. If Hisoka dared lay a hand on Killua, Illumi would definitely make a move against him.

"Not yet. I went to see that little green apple, and then we started fighting."

"Gon? You don't know him, do you?" Luo Ye frowned. "Why did you go see him?"

Hisoka only liked fighting strong opponents. Gon