Thud.
A dull impact echoed through the depths of the Main Hall.
Gon's body, which had grown towering and grotesquely transformed,
was like a cheap balloon that had been punctured.
It instantly shrank back to his original small, skinny frame.
Luo Ye's slap dispersed the raging black Nen aura completely.
Gon's eyes rolled far back into his head.
He collapsed limply to the floor.
He lost consciousness entirely.
Only the rustle of wind through gaps in the rubble remained in the Main Hall.
Killua sat slumped on the floor.
Cold sweat had plastered his silver hair into clumps.
His wildly dilated eyes were filled with stunned disbelief.
Luo Ye shook out his right hand, which had gone a little numb from the impact.
His face was full of irritation.
He bent straight down.
As if picking up a useless sack,
he grabbed Gon by the back of his collar.
Then he flung him backward.
Gon's body traced an arc through the air.
He landed squarely in Killua's arms.
"Keep an eye on this unlucky bastard."
Luo Ye turned around, cursing.
He planted both hands on his hips.
Then he unleashed a furious, entirely one-sided tirade at the unconscious Gon.
"How much do you even make, that you're pulling this self-destruct crap?"
"You're risking your life for three thousand a month?"
"Who taught you to do this?"
"Have you got some kind of misunderstanding about our Studio's employee benefits?"
Luo Ye walked over and nudged the sole of Gon's shoe with his toe.
"That long-haired guy Kite is alive and well."
"He's already found a factory job out there."
"He's ready to work himself to death to repay that massive rescue loan he owes me."
"But you?"
"You're here pulling this burn-your-life-away stunt."
"You're planning to stick the company with all