The hotel staff quickly cleaned up the chaos in the restaurant, and with Lin Yan's reassurance, Wing finally managed to calm down a little.
"What do we do now? Call the police? Or contact the Hunter Association?"
Wing looked at Lin Yan. This young man had become the one they all relied on.
"Calling the police won't help. This is Heavens Arena. It has its own rules.
By the time the Hunter Association sends someone, it'll be far too late."
Killua immediately rejected the suggestion. His thinking was always cool and efficient. "We have to find them ourselves."
"But how? The background in that photo is too blurry. We can't tell where it is."
Gon was so anxious that he kept scratching his head.
"What about the security footage?"
Wing asked, "They couldn't have made Zushi vanish into thin air, could they?"
"They'll have erased the footage. These guys are old hands. They wouldn't leave such an obvious clue."
Lin Yan shook his head, dismissing Wing's idea.
Looking at their anxious faces, he slowly spoke.
"Mr. Wing, do you have anything Zushi usually uses during practice? A towel he wipes his sweat with, for example, or a hair tie?"
"Huh?"
Wing froze, unsure why Lin Yan had suddenly asked that. "I do, actually. I have a wristband he wears during training. He just changed it, and I haven't had time to wash it..."
As he spoke, he took an ordinary black wristband out of his pocket.
"Good."
Lin Yan nodded, then said to a waiter, "Please bring me a glass half-filled with clean water."
The waiter soon brought the glass.
Under the puzzled gazes of Gon, Killua, and Wing, Lin Yan gently submerged the hair tie in the water.
Then he extended his index and middle fingers, joining them in