Even after Gon talked Killua down, the voting continued.
Perhaps because time was tight, some Hunters did not come in and voted online instead.
The hall grew more and more crowded.
A short old man walked in, his hair completely white and a cane in his hand. He looked at the screen and paused when he saw Odin's photo.
"Odin? The rookie the chairman mentioned?"
Someone beside him said, "Yes, that's him."
The old man thought for a moment, wrote down Odin's name, then went over to the ballot box and cast his vote.
Another person approached, a middle-aged woman in business attire.
She looked over the list, recalled something, then wrote down Odin's name and went to the box to cast her vote.
What's going on?
Watching this, Odin's expression turned a little strange. Who's stabbing me in the back?
A young man walked in, looked over the list, and asked the person beside him, "Who's Odin?"
"His profile says he's a rookie from the last batch," the person beside him said. "No idea what's going on, or why he's even eligible to run for Hunter Chairman of the Hunter Association."
"Who nominated him?"
"I heard it was Chairman Netero himself."
The young man looked surprised, but he still did not think Odin was qualified and voted for someone else.
Time flew by, and three hours passed in the blink of an eye.
All six hundred-odd Hunters in the Hunter Association had finished voting.
After Cheadle and the others finished tallying all the votes, they nodded, unsurprised.
Then, under the eyes of the assembled Hunters, they displayed the vote totals on the big screen.
"The voting results are as follows-"
"Odin: 18 votes."
"Cheadle: 130 votes."
"Pariston: 197 votes."
"Mizaistom: 102 votes."
"Botobai: 214 votes."
Of all the candidates,