Having successfully secured Number 80's Number Plate, A Luo was about to leave when she saw Gittarackur let Number 371 go while dialing a phone.
"Hisoka?"
"Have you gotten your Number Plate?"
The man toyed with the large-headed pins in his hand, volunteering his services to Hisoka on the other end.
"You probably don't know which contestant your target is, do you, Hisoka? Need me to give you their information?"
After hanging up, Gittarackur resumed playing the Nail Monster, let out two disappointed clicks, then followed the prey he had just released, heading off in pursuit.
A Luo: "..."
Seriously, why?
Why the hell can you talk normally to Hisoka, but all I get is click, click, click?
Just because you two are such good bromance buddies?
Rolling her eyes at the man who had already gone off into the distance, A Luo decisively headed the other way to find Ponzu. She had no interest in getting too involved in those two freaks' business.
I wonder how Ponzu's doing?
With my warning, surely she won't end up trapped in Bapeng's death trap again!
But A Luo had never expected that, less than ten minutes after venturing into the dense forest alone, she, who had no experience living in the woods, would make a depressing discovery.
She was lost.
She took out her tracker, intending to follow its directions to Ponzu, only to find the little dot drifting all over the screen.
She checked the tracker in her hand. There was nothing wrong with it!
After puzzling over it for a long while, A Luo finally concluded that the tracker wasn't the problem. The island beneath her feet was.
For some unknown reason, all electronic devices malfunctioned here.
*Then why does the transmitter on the Hunter Association's Number Plates still work,