The next morning.
At Battera's player selection venue.
It was a massive indoor gymnasium.
Inside, voices clamored.
The place was a complete madhouse.
The air reeked of sweat and cheap cigarettes.
Hundreds of Nen users crowded inside.
Waiting for the so-called selection.
There were all sorts of people.
Some had brutish faces.
Others were skin and bones.
Their only common trait.
Was the dangerous air every one of them gave off.
Luo Ye and his group walked in.
Four people.
Their group looked distinctly out of place.
A young man in a floral shirt.
Two boys carrying backpacks.
And a girl with glasses clutching snacks.
No matter how you looked at them, they didn't seem ready to risk their lives.
They looked more like they were on a spring outing.
The people around them cast disdainful looks their way.
A hulking bald man walked over.
He was shirtless.
A dragon baring its fangs and claws was tattooed across his chest.
He looked down at them.
"Hey, where'd you brats come from?"
His voice sounded like broken bellows.
"This isn't an amusement park."
"Go home and suck on your mommy's tits."
"Stay out of my way."
Killua's gaze instantly turned cold.
His fingers curled slightly.
His nails lengthened.
But Luo Ye caught him by the shoulder.
"Don't do anything rash."
Luo Ye looked at the hulking man.
A smile spread across his face.
"Hey, big guy."
"No need to get so worked up."
"We're all here looking for work."
"A little friendliness goes a long way."
The man sneered.
"Who wants to be friendly with you?"
He released his malice-filled aura.
Intending to overpower these brats with its pressure.
But to his surprise.
None of them reacted at all.
Especially the one leading them in the floral shirt.
He even pulled