The two of them were like sworn enemies, brawling the moment they met.
Of course, since Netero and Maha had both fought each other and survived, Zeno's reasons were presumably a part of it, which indicated that the relationship between the two was all the more profound.
"Yo, still making a fuss. I'm not like you, having offspring. As for me, I'm all alone, staying in this Association for a lifetime. This Association is just like my own child. You tell me, if I don't work myself to death for it, can I have peace of mind? What's more, you know my temper—ever since I was young, I've thought about maintaining world peace. Now you can see how heartwarming my efforts are."
"Tsk..." Zeno unusually did not refute him. If it wasn't for this old bastard taking office back then and risking his life to run to his house to demand assassinations under regular constraints, the world would indeed still have been that chaotic. However, he had also been beaten half to death by their ancient ancestor Maha Zoldyck, paying quite a heavy price.
Seeing that Zeno did not know how to retort, Netero smiled.
He just knew this old ghost couldn't talk back to him.
"Well then, Zeno, how come you suddenly thought of running over to my place to wander around? What made you want to come and freeload? I'm telling you, this meager salary of mine can't withstand your tossing."
"Pfft... You old ghost, is there any need to make it sound so ugly!"
Zeno couldn't help roaring. It seemed that this side of him only ever showed when he was communicating with Netero.
Of course, at this moment both of them were very relaxed.
Then Zeno suddenly turned deeply solemn, an expression that made Netero freeze