Gon and his two friends won a sweeping victory.
They left the ring amid cheers.
They headed back to their room through the passage reserved for the 200th Floor.
The corridor was long.
The lighting was very dim.
Killua was walking ahead when he suddenly stopped.
His fingernails instantly lengthened.
His entire body went taut.
Kurapika's hand went straight to the hilt of the Wooden Sword.
Gon stopped as well.
An overwhelming pressure emanated from the darkness ahead.
Drip.
Drip.
It was the sound of water dripping onto the carpet.
A figure slowly stepped into the faint light.
Hisoka had just finished showering.
His trademark swept-up hairstyle was gone.
His hair lay smoothly against his cheeks.
Drops of water fell from the ends.
He wasn't wearing a shirt.
The temperature in the corridor plummeted.
Gon's breathing quickened.
He immediately activated "Ten."
White Nen aura enveloped his body, forcing back the invisible pressure.
Killua and Kurapika also readied themselves for battle.
The atmosphere was suffocating.
Luo Ye stood at the back.
He still held a half-finished cup of iced black tea.
Looking at Hisoka ahead, he curled his lip.
"Hey, Hisoka, old buddy."
Luo Ye took a sip of iced black tea, the ice cubes clattering in his cup.
"That fresh-out-of-the-shower look is wicked cool."
"But could you put a shirt on?"
"Wandering around half-naked in the middle of the night really ruins the neighborhood's image."
The utterly pure malice in the air faltered for an instant.
Hisoka's gaze shifted away from Gon.
It landed on Luo Ye.
This fellow always looked half asleep.
Yet under the pressure of that malice at such close range, he hadn't even used "Ten."
He simply stood there, completely unguarded.
Even the rhythm of his breathing hadn't changed in the slightest.
"Gon."
Hisoka's voice carried