"What's wrong?"
Dio got his bearings and was just about to step forward when he noticed something unusual about Silva.
"Someone's over there, about four to five hundred meters away. Probably another Nen user. They're running in the opposite direction."
Silva spoke calmly.
He had not deployed his En. He had deduced all that from his instincts as a martial artist and the rustling of leaves in the forest alone.
Dio frowned at his words. He did not doubt Silva. If Silva could draw that conclusion, he was certainly confident of it.
In that case, there was no need even to check with Ripple Radar.
But should we give chase?
An enemy, or an unrelated passerby who was also drawn here?
Dio began weighing his options.
Pop, pop, pop-
Suddenly, strange bursts of air sounded overhead. Dio looked up-
Cheadle and Biscuit had also appeared in midair, repeatedly firing explosive Nen Bullets downward and using the recoil to slow their descent.
Unlike Dio and Silva, who had dared to make a hard landing with only a perfunctory coating of Ken, the two female Hunters descended far more gracefully.
"Pointless, and it only slows them down."
With drooping eyelids, Dio delivered his sharp assessment.
Leaving Cheadle aside, with Biscuit's physical toughness, jumping straight down would not hurt her, would it? The chairman liked making hard landings too.
"Let's go. To that big lake."
Dio spoke, choosing to head straight for Rusty Lake and ignore those other people. Silva nodded and followed.
His objective had never changed: kill Pariston where no one else could see, thereby circumventing the restrictions of the Ten Rules of the Hunter.
As for other unexpected developments, it was not that he would not deal with them. They simply were not that important, and there was no need