Hisoka abruptly stood up.
Just as Cordis was wondering why he still hadn't left, Hisoka walked over and suddenly scooped him into his arms.
Cordis hadn't expected that.
He immediately thought of what Hisoka had just said.
Surely this guy wasn't so broke that he had to sell my other eye.
Ignoring all his wounds, Cordis began kicking violently to save his remaining eye. His hands weren't idle, either.
Although he temporarily couldn't use his Nen Ability,
he could still pull hair and scratch faces.
But Hisoka dodged his attacks with perfect precision every time, which infuriated Cordis.
Hisoka carried Cordis into the bathroom before setting him down. Cordis's bare feet touched the icy tiles.
Cordis cast a puzzled glance at Hisoka.
Then he turned to look at himself in the mirror. His right eye was covered in thick gauze, and in just five days, his whole body had grown noticeably thinner.
His collarbones and breastbone stood out clearly, giving him a sickly appearance.
The sight of the bandages covering his body was especially frightening. The Cordis of now was worlds apart from his once-vibrant self.
He looked as though he might die at any moment.
Cordis cared most about his appearance. Aside from his strength, it was his most important weapon, and honestly, he could hardly be called attractive now.
Cordis reached out and slowly touched his reflection.
Was the person in the mirror really me?
Cordis wondered.
As though drained of all strength, he rested his forehead against the mirror and slowly lowered his head. The hand against the glass involuntarily clenched. He bit his lip and looked angrily at Hisoka.
His eye was already bloodshot, and his fingers had cut into his palm from clenching so hard, drawing blood.
The blood dripped into the basin and slowly