The atmosphere inside the military tent changed.
Netero had barely finished speaking.
The tent's heavy entrance flap was roughly thrown aside.
A burly man sporting an exaggerated pompadour.
And a ripped denim jacket swaggered inside.
His eyebrows were raised high.
His whole face screamed, "Don't mess with me."
Knuckle.
Following behind him.
Was a tall, thin man wearing a high-collared trench coat.
Who kept half his face hidden inside his collar.
And walked as though he wanted to hug the walls.
Shoot.
Standing together, the two of them.
Looked like they belonged to completely different worlds.
Knuckle strode up to Gon and Killua.
And looked down at the two boys.
He jabbed his thumb hard at his own chest.
"Hey."
"Brats."
Knuckle's voice was loud enough to hurt their ears.
"The old man said you went through one hell of a fight."
"So why do you look like a stiff breeze could knock you over?"
He grinned.
Revealing a mouthful of white teeth.
"You want the Tokens?"
"Then you'll have to knock the great Knuckle flat first."
"But looking at the sorry, half-dead state you're in."
"I doubt you could even take one punch from me."
Gon's fists clenched instantly.
An unyielding fighting spirit blazed in his golden eyes.
Killua slipped his hands into his pockets too.
His gaze turned ice-cold.
After being put through the wringer by monsters like the three Royal Guards.
They desperately needed a fight to regain their confidence.
"Don't get so cocky."
Gon glared at Knuckle.
"I've got the advantage."
"We're definitely getting those Tokens."
Knuckle threw his head back and laughed.
He was just about to throw out a few more threats.
When a chilling malice that defied all reason.
Spread from a corner of the tent without warning.
The temperature dropped to freezing