Although Gon's resistance had failed to free him, it had at least helped A Luo rein in her hatred just as it threatened to erupt.
Gon was still in his hands.
Besides, she had already waited so many years. She had thought she might never again see the murderer who had killed her dad and taken her mom!
Yet fate had other plans.
She had actually run into this man again at Heavens Arena.
"Tell me! You captured Gon, so what terms do you want to discuss with me?"
A Luo composed herself, looked at the brown-haired man opposite her, and asked the question coolly.
His lips curled into a smile.
"Since we're here at Heavens Arena, how about we settle life and death with a match in the ring?"
He lifted the boy in his hand, showing him to A Luo and Killua.
"If you win, I'll return this brat to you without a scratch. If I win, your life and that white-haired brat's life, along with his, will all belong to me."
The man suddenly spread his lips in a vicious, twisted grin.
"Of course, I heard everything that staff member warned you about earlier, too. Heavens Arena makes contestants sign a death waiver before a match. If a contestant dies in the ring, they bear full responsibility."
"In other words, once we step into the ring, we'll be gambling with our lives. My life and this spiky-haired brat's against yours and that white-haired brat's."
"You're welcome to try to kill me, if you can! I won't hold back against you either. Hopefully, you'll still have a breath left at the end. Then you can be my puppet along with these two brats."
A Luo: "..."
Killua: "..."
Gon: "..."
When A Luo did not immediately accept his