The smell of grilled meat on the cliff was far too strong.
The night wind could carry it for miles.
Out in the wilderness, this was practically an open provocation.
In a clump of bushes two hundred meters from the camp.
A pair of bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at the luxurious tent.
Binotou licked his cracked lips.
He was a wanted Class A criminal.
He was also a veteran player.
His favorite thing to do.
Was to use the scissors in his hands.
To cut off young girls' hair.
Then put it in his mouth and savor it.
His Nen Ability was utterly twisted.
As long as he ate his target's hair.
He could instantly assess the quality of their body.
Their age.
Their strength.
Even their potential.
Binotou's gaze passed over the two boys eating meat.
And settled on Shizuku, who was quietly drinking juice.
Perfect prey.
A wave of sick excitement rose inside Binotou.
That short black hair.
It looked like it would taste absolutely delicious.
He tightened his grip on his enormous iron scissors.
And slipped silently into the darkness.
Moving toward the camp.
Meanwhile, in another tall tree behind Binotou.
A little blonde girl with twin ponytails and a frilly dress sat on a branch.
Biscuit swung her legs.
Holding a magazine.
She had already set her sights on Gon and Killua.
The two boys' potential as unpolished gems made her positively covetous.
"What a bunch of careless brats."
Biscuit watched Binotou creep closer.
And sighed helplessly.
"Grilling meat so openly out in the wild."
"Without even setting up a perimeter."
She closed her magazine.
Ready to intervene at any moment.
She planned to save the two children at the most critical moment.
Then naturally take them on as her students.
And put them through hellish