Luo Ye kicked open the suite door.
He clutched a wad of cash and a card, an arrogant grin on his face.
He swaggered in as if he owned the place.
Back in the living room, he slapped the money onto the coffee table.
"Comrades."
Luo Ye sank into the sofa and propped his legs right up.
"Our first job. Five hundred thousand Jenny, all right here."
"Who the fuck said there was no money to be made on the 200th Floor?"
"As long as you keep your head in the game, there's always a way around a problem."
Killua glanced at the money on the table and scoffed.
"That's called robbery."
"He didn't want to pay you at all. You only got the money after kicking him across the room."
Kurapika quietly poured a glass of water and pushed it into the middle of the table.
"That man's Nen really was troublesome."
He set the glass down.
"His Emission-type Nen could form invisible hands."
"If you didn't have that freakish physique, your throat would've been crushed ages ago."
Luo Ye picked up an apple and bit into it with a crunch.
"A bunch of crafty old bastards, relying on dirty tricks."
"The second they run into someone tough, they chicken out."
In the corner, Gon said nothing.
He sat cross-legged on the carpet, perfectly still.
His eyes were fixed on the television.
The screen was showing a replay of Luo Ye's fight.
Invisible attacks.
Luo Ye's effortless dodges.
Fighting like this.
It was completely beyond anything Gon understood.
His fists clenched unconsciously, and his heart raced so fast it felt ready to leap out of his throat.
It wasn't fear.
It was longing.
"I want to fight, too."
Gon's voice was quiet, but his words landed hard in the