Hunter x Hunter: The Zoldyck Family's Legendary Item Master

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone, before Silva said softly, "I remember now, I saw him at Ai Yiyi's house."

"Aiyiyi?!" Netero frowned, and before Maha could reply, he asked preemptively, "Are you sure, Silva?"

"What's wrong? Is something the matter?" Jag noticed Netero's unusual behavior; there weren't many things that could make his old friend frown.

“I wouldn’t say there’s anything wrong, but it’s very troublesome,” Netero said gravely. “Aiyiyi has a very close relationship with the fourth son of the Kakin family.”

"As the head of the underground forces of the Kakin Empire, her family's second-level breakthrough is definitely not an ordinary second-level breakthrough. If that kid Sean really faces them, they will be injured at best, and killed at worst. There is absolutely no chance of victory. Furthermore..."

Netero glanced at Jag and Maha: "The fourth son of the Kakin family, Celidone, in my observation, is a born bad seed. It's possible that he's the one who orchestrated Ai Yiyi's appearance in Meteor City."

"Yes, I found quite a few little girls in their hideout," Silva added on the other end of the phone.

Netero's eyes flashed, and he said with hatred, "That's right. That kid Celidone's favorite thing to do is destroy!"

"Destroy all beautiful things and collect their remains as a keepsake."

Rape and then murder?! That damned Prince Maha peeked out from behind the erotic comic and gave Netero a cold glance: "Don't tell the old man you know nothing."

Netero was unusually silent for a long time before finally exhaling and saying, "I was informed in advance that Kakin will join V5 and become V6 in the future."

"At this critical juncture, there's nothing we can do if someone tries to keep it from us."

"Haha~ Hahaha." Maha slapped his thigh and laughed, "That's right, if Jad died at your hands back then, it doesn't matter if a few more children die."

“Father.” Jag gave Maha a subtle wink, noticing that his old friend’s face had turned ashen.

Maha's smile vanished abruptly, and he glared at him: "Shut up!"

He grabbed the phone and put it to his lips: "Keep an eye on those kids, and have Sean kill them!"

"Damn it~ A mere double-limit breaker dares to jump at me? Cut off his head and send him to Kajin!"

"Isn't Celidonich fond of collecting things? Then let's send it to him and let him collect it properly!"

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Chapter 58 The Grand Show Begins: The Carnage Is About to Unfold

The old man has such a fierce temper!

Silva held the phone a little further away; his eardrums almost ruptured from the shock.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen the old man so angry, but it was to be.

A cascade of white hair fell to his waist like a waterfall. The current head of the Zoldyck family stood atop the shed of an abandoned repair factory, looking down upon the world below.

The little girls, treated like pigs in a fenced enclosure, huddled together timidly. Their hands and feet were bound with hemp rope, and their exposed skin beneath their clothes was bruised and swollen, clearly showing that they had suffered inhuman abuse.

Not far from them, separated by a fence, more than ten men in black suits were smoking, drinking, and playing cards. Two or three of them had bandages wrapped around their bodies; they were probably the ones who had escaped from Wutong's clutches.

My gaze shifted again, and on a sofa at the far end of the factory, two men and a woman, dressed smartly, were talking quietly.

These were the three Nen veterans that Silva had reported on the phone.

Among them was a middle-aged man with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, long, slender hands clad in white gloves, dressed like a butler, exuding an astonishing aura!

Beneath his stern face lay a pair of sharp eyes, like an eagle's, inspiring awe in those who beheld them.

“Joyce Mattei from the Aiyi family.” Silva narrowed his eyes, a hint of admiration in them.

"His physical abilities and Nen abilities have both exceeded their limits twice. In the Hunter Association, he would at least be a star-level expert."

Unfortunately, as Netero said, he's not someone Sean can currently use to extort money from; Silva will have to do it himself.

With a slight shake of his neck, Silva vanished into the night.

"Hmm?" After he left, a suspicious gaze drifted over, and Joyce Mattei frowned.

The man and woman surrounding him immediately became wary: "Mr. Joyce, have you discovered something?"

Joyce shook his head, a thought flashing in his eyes before quickly disappearing. He said coldly, "We'll continue tomorrow. His Highness set a target of 20, and we're still 10 short. If we mess this up again like last time, don't blame me for not giving you a heads-up."

"Yes."

The heavy night dew was pierced by a streak of crimson.

The sunrise over Meteor Street is exceptionally beautiful against the backdrop of mountains of garbage everywhere.

At this time of day, Sarasa would usually pull Uvogin up to the highest garbage mountain to greet the sunrise, but today, there's clearly no time for that.

"Knock, buckle, buckle~"

"Young master, breakfast is here."

With a flick of her twin ponytails, the tomboyish woman, flat-chested and carrying a tray, knocked on Sean's door.

"Squeak~" The door opened, and Ziponian, with her Barbie pink hair, blocked Salazar's way, glancing down at her.

A freshly baked croissant paired with an avocado salad and a glass of fresh milk would be an absolute feast, even a luxury, in Meteor City. Only a church or the residence of a powerful elder could afford such a meal.

"Thank you for your kindness." Ziponian stepped aside, revealing the interior of the room.

There were two Seans, one rubbing his sleepy eyes, lazily sitting up from the bed, and the other sweating profusely, his handsome face etched with exhaustion.

Salasa glanced furtively at number 2. The pitiful-looking worker flashed her a smile, adding three points to his attributes, accompanied by Sean's "Thank you for your hard work."

With a "poof," it transformed into a stream of thought and entered Sean's body.

After my Nen ability improved, the training efficiency of Shadow Clone Techniques increased from two points to three points; twenty Shadow Clone Techniques would be thirty points.

Sean did a quick estimate and couldn't resist the urge to further improve his Nen ability to see how much his efficiency would increase.

But

"No rush~ At least, not today." Sean smiled and waved to Salazar, his anticipation growing. "Good morning~"

"Good morning, young master." Salasa lowered his head and placed the breakfast on the long table to the side, his hands clasped together, standing there awkwardly.

Yesterday's events clearly shocked the little girl quite a bit. In addition, Sean glanced meaningfully at Sarassa about Kuroro, chuckled, and said, "Last night, you and your friends didn't call me that. Since you told them my name is Sean."

"Then you can just call me Sean from now on. By the way, there might not be a 'from now on'."

After all, Sean winked at Salazar: "You've already rejected Kuroro's offer and are determined to stay here, haven't you?"

"Huh?" Salazar was startled!

Last night, after Kuroro returned, he did suggest that she leave Meteor City with Sean, but Salazar was certain of one thing—

Sean wasn't there at the time, so... "Young Master, how did you know?"

A big question mark popped out of his little head. Sean smiled mysteriously: "Idiot, of course you heard it."

She rolled over and jumped off the bed, ignoring Sarasa who was standing there dumbfounded. She picked up a croissant, broke off a piece and tossed it to Ziponian, then ate it with relish.

Sean quickly devoured breakfast, then, with his hands in his pockets, he called out, "What are you daydreaming about? Let's go."

He took the lead and led Ziponian leisurely towards the performance hall.

The live-action version of "Ninja Tune" will be performed in the performance hall. The performance hall is actually the main hall of a church, which is usually used by the children of Meteor City for prayer and worship.

Sean and Ziponian casually found a seat and sat down. Looking around, dozens of children were excitedly looking around, occasionally glancing at the stage at the front. In an instant, he was transported to his past life, to the stand-up comedy show he had participated in. Only the host had been changed to Kuroro, and the performer to Spider-Man.

"Ah~ Hmm~" It was exactly eight o'clock in the morning. The grandfather clock on the clock tower chimed.

As the curtain rose, a slender figure cleared his throat, sporting bangs, and emerged from backstage. His appearance immediately drew loud cheers from the children.

As expected of a born leader, today Kuroro dressed up as Naruto, with three strands of mustache on each cheek and a Konoha headband on his forehead. Facing the audience, he opened his arms and said, "Welcome everyone to watch today's performance."

"I, Kuroro, will play Naruto Uzumaki in the series, and I will lead my group of friends to present the second installment of 'Naruto Shippuden' - the Chunin Exams!"

"Great!"

"Long live Kuroro!"

"I've been waiting for you!"

"Damn it, you have no idea how I've survived without you guys?!"

"Waaaaah... Uvogin, Nobunaga, Machi, Pakunotan... everyone, I've missed you all so much!"

Excited screams, roars, and even sobbing sounds that Sean could hear surged onto the stage like a tsunami.

Kuroro smiled, enjoying the moment like a superstar. His gaze swept across the room and noticed Sean sitting in the second-to-last seat by the window in the back row. His eyes flickered slightly, and he quickly looked away.

Sean smirked, a playful smile playing on his lips: "Alright~ young Spider-Men, please begin your performance."

Chapter 59 The Spiders, Extremely Envious X The Gang in Action! (Part 1)

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"Whoosh~" The curtain was drawn back.

The live-action Chunin Exams are about to begin.

In accordance with the battle order, Sasuke, who was performing as a knight in shining armor, faced off against Sulfur Copper, who was temporarily playing the role of Uvogin.

Franklin's impromptu audition for Longk was matched against Paknottan's audition for Shino.

Kankuro, played by a random passerby, faces off against Nobunaga, who is playing the sword triangle.

The bizarre cast almost made Sean lose his temper, especially seeing Uvogin with two thick eyebrows pasted on his face, auditioning with Feitan as Gaara, exchanging punches and kicks back and forth, with the latter occasionally throwing up a handful of sand, pretending to be a Sand Ninja, smearing Uvogin's mouth with mud.

Sean burst out laughing, almost suspecting that these guys weren't there to perform, but rather to prank the audience.

Even with such a "crude and shoddy" production, it still stirred up wave after wave of excitement in the audience, with no one caring about Sean, the original author, and laughing inappropriately.

At the end of the "Muda. Muda Muda" performance, Choji, who was auditioning at Phinks, punched the passerby, Dusukino, who was auditioning, and sent him flying. Then, with a forward roll, he performed a "human bomb tank" routine before bringing the curtain to a close.

"Thank you all for watching today's performance. My partners and I are already preparing for the next installment, so please stay tuned!"

As the lights focused on him, Kuroro led his group of little spiders in a deep bow to the audience.

"Clap clap clap~" Sean and nearly a hundred other teenagers applauded them in unison until they left the stage.

With his hands in his pockets, he slowly walked down the aisle towards the stage.

"Salasa, you did a good job." The scene between the flat-chested tomboy's audition for Tenten and Machi's audition for Temari was, in Sean's opinion, the one that was closest to the original story.

The two women were locked in a fierce battle, and it didn't look like an act. Their small fists were much more ruthless than those of Uvogin and Phinks!

"Thank you." Sarasa, sporting a panda eye, grinned and turned to wave at Kuroro, Nobunaga, and the others: "Everyone, I'm off now."

"Let's get started! Let's get started!" A bucket of cold water extinguished the excitement and enthusiasm that the little spiders had generated for the performance.