At the border of the East Gorteau Republic.
An abandoned factory warehouse stood there.
This was the Extermination Team's temporary base.
It was less than two hundred kilometers from the capital, Peijin.
Fierce winds tore apart the dark clouds in the night sky.
A massive black silhouette dove out of the clouds.
It was a giant dragon formed from pure Nen.
Its body stretched dozens of meters long.
Its scales gleamed with a cold luster.
Amid a deafening howl of wind.
The Nen dragon landed steadily in the open space outside the warehouse.
The tremendous gusts whipped sand and dust into the air.
The warehouse's sheet-metal doors rattled in the wind.
Chairman Netero stood at the entrance.
His hands were clasped behind his back.
Facing the gale, he stroked the beard on his chin.
The dragon dissipated.
It dissolved into specks of starlight.
A scrawny old man emerged from the swirling lights.
He wore a white traditional jacket.
Four large characters were embroidered across his chest.
One Day, One Kill.
His hands rested casually behind his back.
Every step he took was utterly silent.
He did not stir even a trace of dust from the ground.
Zeno Zoldyck.
The former head of the world's foremost assassin family.
"You old bastard."
Zeno walked up to Netero.
He grumbled irritably.
"Dragging me out to this godforsaken place in the middle of the night."
"My appearance fee is going to double."
Netero burst out laughing.
"Money is no problem."
A sharp gleam flashed in the old man's eyes.
"This prey will be well worth your fee."
"Just help me separate those irritating guards."
"The Hunter Association will transfer every last penny of the balance to your account."
Zeno snorted.
"I just take the money and do the job."
"As long as you're not