Mr. Fruit Farmer paid no attention to their grim expressions and cut straight to the chase:
"I'm still three points short in Number Plates. Could you two give me yours? ♥"
A Luo looked at Hisoka.
What kind of question was that? Everyone had made it this far. How could he expect them to hand over their Number Plates just because he casually asked?
Sure enough, Leorio immediately flew into a rage and shouted.
"Who would just hand their Number Plate over to you?!"
As soon as he finished, Kurapika, who stood beside him, promptly held him back and looked at Hisoka with calm wariness.
"Hisoka, you said 'you two'? Does that mean neither of us has your target Number Plate?"
Hisoka raised his hand and lightly kissed the playing card held between his fingers.
What a perceptive fellow!
He'd actually picked out the information he wanted from a single short sentence, and now he was trying to use it to negotiate?
"I asked first. All I want to know is whether you'll hand them over or not. ♠"
Kurapika said:
"That depends on the circumstances."
Leorio: "..."
Hisoka: "..."
Since Hisoka hadn't objected, much less chosen to attack them outright, that meant he wasn't dead set on fighting them.
Kurapika grew more confident in his assessment.
He then presented Hisoka with a meticulous analysis, deducing that two of the four Number Plates he and Leorio possessed definitely weren't Hisoka's target.
That left Kurapika's own Number Plate and Suomi's.
If Hisoka wanted Suomi's badge, they could hand it over without a fuss. But if he wanted Kurapika's own badge...
Sorry, but they would have to fight to the bitter end.
Hisoka took a deep breath, suppressed the desire these promising fruits had stirred in him, and asked mildly.
"Then here's