The setting sun was blood-red.
The wind swept over the rocks in the wilderness.
It let out a low, mournful howl.
Luo Ye lay on a leather sofa.
His legs were crossed.
He held a glass of watermelon juice with ice.
Shizuku sat beside him on a small folding stool.
She was holding a small knife.
She was intently peeling an apple.
Whenever she finished one, she held it to Luo Ye's mouth.
In the clearing ahead.
Gon and Killua were going through tedious punching drills.
Biscuit stood beside them with a branch in hand, supervising.
Suddenly.
The distant grass shook violently.
A figure came scrambling out.
He was covered in mud.
His clothes had been torn into strips.
He stumbled and fell at the edge of the camp.
Gon immediately stopped and ran over.
"Are you all right?"
Gon helped the man up.
The man's eyes were red.
His bloodshot eyeballs bulged from their sockets.
He clutched Gon's arm tightly.
As though it were his last lifeline.
"The Bomber."
The man's voice rasped like broken bellows.
"He's here."
"That man is insane."
"He actually planted bombs on us."
At those words.
Biscuit frowned.
Killua came over as well.
"Explain."
Killua stared at the man.
"What's this about the Bomber?"
The man gasped for breath.
Tears and snot streamed down his face.
"His name is Genthru."
"He's a devil."
"He pretended to team up with us."
"Then, when we weren't paying attention."
"He planted Nen bombs on all of us."
The man broke down sobbing.
"He wants us to hand over all our cards."
"Otherwise, when the countdown ends."
"We'll all be blown to a pulp."
"He's already killed several people."
Gon's fists clenched instantly.
His knuckles cracked sharply.
"That's going too far."
Gon gritted his teeth.
"Using people's lives