Creak~
At the soft sound, everyone turned toward its source-Ging had suddenly pushed back his chair and stood up casually.
Seeing their puzzled looks, he asked in confusion, "What are you looking at me for? The game's over, isn't it? I'll head off first. I've got an airship to catch."
"Bye. Have fun."
With that, Ging slipped one hand into his pocket, waved the other, and turned smartly to leave.
Just then.
"[The World]!"
A golden phantom flashed into the air, then vanished the next instant.
No one noticed it.
Dio's expression remained unchanged, as though he had done nothing. Paying no attention to Ging's departure, he said, "I propose that [when nonparticipants interfere with the election, everyone must take the initiative to stop them]."
If Pariston tried to use some little trick to circumvent Cheadle's rule and bring in someone other than a collaborator to interfere with the election,
then this rule would bind him, forcing him to face the risk alongside them.
"Both sides, please vote."
Beans's steady voice rang out.
With an unspoken understanding, Dio and Pariston spoke simultaneously. "I agree." ×2
"Ah-what a pity. I was hoping to stretch these old bones."
Netero sounded slightly disappointed. Then he stood up of his own accord and headed for the door, saying, "Then we'll do as the four of you wish. The clock starts now. Gather in the first-floor lobby of the Hunter Association headquarters in 120 hours. Beans, arrange to clear the area then."
As the chairman rose and left his seat, the others in the meeting room also began getting up to leave.
Kanzai was the most impatient of them, shooting out of the meeting room like a stray cat whose tail had been stepped on.
Seeing this, Piyon slowly got up to leave as well.