"The New Continent is under Kakin's control now," Kurapika said. "Let's wait a bit."
No one objected.
After a while, a middle-aged man hurried over.
He wore a dark military uniform, with a sword at his waist and several soldiers following behind him.
He stopped in front of Kurapika. "I'm Hans, the person in charge here. Are you from the Hunter Association?"
Kurapika nodded. "We're heading back to the human world. We stopped by to see how you're doing and borrow some fuel."
Hans froze for a moment. "Borrow fuel?"
He glanced at the cruise ship docked at the pier and nodded in understanding.
But what concerned him more was whether these Hunters had fled from over there, just like the previous group.
No, they were different. Nothing about the Hunters before him suggested they were refugees. Their clothes were still clean and intact.
They were completely different from the group that had fled back from over there.
Wait, could they have established a foothold over there?
Gasp-
At that thought, Hans couldn't help drawing a sharp breath.
"Yes," Kurapika said. "We're sailing our own ship, but we're worried we haven't brought enough gasoline, so we'd like to borrow some. Or we can pay for it."
Hans looked at him, then at the others. "Well... I'll have to consult my superiors."
He was even more convinced that these Hunters might truly have gained something over there. With something this important, he couldn't simply let Kurapika and the others leave. He had to inform his superiors first.
Even if Kakin's princes were well and truly dead, there was still one youngest prince left, wasn't there?
"Go ahead," Kurapika said. "We'll wait here."
Hans stepped aside, took out a communicator, and exchanged a few words. After a while, he returned.
When Hans