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

Having read the original work, Sean knew very well that anyone not from Meteor City shouldn't even dream of integrating into the small group centered around Chrollo. Hisoka and Kalluto were only allowed to join because of Chrollo's influence, with Nobunaga, Feitan, and others having no other choice.

So, saying goodbye is unnecessary, and secondly, they are extremely xenophobic and don't deserve it!

With another burst of acceleration, the motorcycle shot off like an arrow.

About half an hour later, the outline of the ferry crossing and Finks's beat-up, cheap motorcycle could be seen in the distance.

Sean was a little surprised; he hadn't put up a sticker, but the other side had done so first.

"Sean, I knew you'd leave without saying goodbye!"

Upon spotting Sean in the distance, Salazar jumped off Finks' motorcycle and spread her arms to block his path.

I slammed on the brakes and came to a stop.

Sean's gaze swept past Salazar to Kuroro and Phinks behind her, a slight smile playing on his lips: "What, trying to rob me?"

"No~no~no, I just brought them over." Finks waved his hands repeatedly, what a joke. Having witnessed Eugene Manda's death, he didn't want to have his heart ripped out because of some inexplicable misunderstanding.

“I wanted to come.” Kuroro spoke silently, taking two steps forward to stand in front of Sean. “Could I have a word with you?”

“No.” Sean looked at him calmly and said, “I’m in a hurry. Either we talk here, or you move aside.”

Kuroro seemed to have expected this. He nodded, looked up at Sean intently, and said, "I want to know if those images are real?"

He emphasized the word "image," and Kuroro bravely looked Sean directly into his eyes. Sean, straddling the motorcycle, looked down at him and chuckled, "Really? It's not up to me, it's up to you."

"Get out of my way. You should know you can't stop me."

“Sean, I thought we were friends,” Salazar shouted.

Sean released the clutch, floored the gas pedal, and sped past her, spraying Salazar with exhaust fumes.

Friend? If Silva hears this, he'll probably laugh himself to death.

"Let's talk about it when you can get your identification documents and walk out of Meteor City openly!"

With a soft laugh, Sean and Ziponian disappeared into the ferry crossing, leaving Kuroro and Sarasa staring blankly at their departing figures.

"Hey~ what are you two doing with your identification?" Phinks leaned against his motorcycle, completely bewildered. "Leaving Meteor City is easy, just fight your way out, right?"

"That's why he added 'open and aboveboard'." Kuroro didn't explain further to Phinks, and murmured, "We will definitely meet again."

He pulled Sarasa along, hopped on his motorcycle, and with a roar, embarked on a path completely opposite to Sean's.

A gust of wind whipped Sarasa's ponytail, and the girl kept turning back to look at the ferry crossing. A flying ship slowly climbed into the sky, and a boy by the window, hands in his pockets, watched them depart, a playful smile creeping across his handsome face.

"Young Master, have some tea." It was still first class. Zi Po Nian brewed a cup of fine black tea and handed it to Sean: "I didn't expect the head of the family to come as well. If I had known in advance, Young Master wouldn't have been injured."

Sean took the black tea and sipped it. The aroma of the tea dispelled his fatigue and even lessened the pain from fighting Joyce Matte.

He pursed his lips and didn't say anything, but when his gaze swept over the surveillance glasses perched on Ziponian's nose, he raised his middle finger and gestured at the glasses.

What do you mean by giving advance notice? The old men asked the question knowing the answer already; they clearly wanted to see him get beaten up. Too bad.

"They didn't expect that my characteristic would be 'wind'."

Indeed, "natural characteristics are amazing." Netero noticed Sean's middle finger, chuckled, took off his surveillance glasses, placed them on the table, glanced at Maha, and said, "Old man, it seems we've both been fooled."

"Just like you said, Sean knew all along that Silva was lying in ambush at the repair shop, but he pretended not to know and was just messing with us."

"He deserves a beating, but you don't need to lift a finger." Maha ripped off his surveillance glasses, tossed them to Jag, and snorted, "So you're blind, you gave birth to a son without an anus, no wonder you can't hold your grandson."

Why does that old man always bring up things he shouldn't talk about?

Netero stood up and stretched: "Yes, yes, you're right, whatever you say. I just remembered that I have some things to take care of at the meeting, so I'll be going now."

"So soon? Aren't you going to stay for another meal?" Jag gave Netero a wink, indicating that he didn't need to hold a grudge against Maha.

Seeing that he was determined to leave, Netero waved his hand and said, "Next time."

He turned his head and winked at Maha: "Grandpa, maybe next time I'll bring my grandson to visit you~ Hehehe."

"Get the hell out of here!" Maha threw a stinky shoe at him. Netero dodged it, opened the door, and burst out of the cabin laughing.

"Shameless bastard, take a picture of him and post it on the Hunter website." The wooden door slammed shut, and Maha laughed and cursed, "Let those little brats in the Hunter Association see what kind of person their idolized chairman really is!"

Jaeger: "."

He shook his head and chuckled, saying, "Alright, Father, since he wants to see Sean again, let him go."

"Are you really worried that he can fool Sean away?"

Sorry, I had a cold and fever, so the update was a bit late.

Chapter 67 Reunion with Netero X Heart Drop Punch

Chapter 67 Reunion with Netero X Heart Drops·King's Listening

"That's hard to say." The old man pulled the erotic comic over his face and muttered, "In this world, it's difficult for Juggernaut to remain untainted."

"Weren't you crippled by that kid Netero back then?"

“That was entirely voluntary.” Jag’s lips twitched, and he said no more. He adjusted his glasses and glanced at the screen every now and then.

Half a day later.

With his hands in his pockets and Ziponian following behind, the boy walked down the gangway and returned to Bato.

At that moment, the scene flashed, and a familiar face appeared in Jager's field of vision. Netero, with his wide robe sleeves billowing, was followed by the Bean Man, carrying a tray with freshly bought fried chicken and fries, still steaming hot—perhaps he was going to bribe someone.

Jag looked at Maha with a strange expression, wondering if his father had actually been right.

He adjusted his glasses and looked closely, when suddenly there was a "sizzle" sound and the image went completely blurry. Just before the image was gone, Jag saw Netero standing right in front of the camera, making a face at him.

Even a fool could tell that it was him who did it!

"Nice glasses, can I borrow them to play with?"

The airport in the capital of the Republic of Batokia.

Hou waited in the waiting hall for two hours before finally seeing Sean. Before Ziponian could react, Netero flashed to her side, took the surveillance glasses perched on her nose, and extinguished the electronic arc light on them with a rub of his hand.

Zipo Nian: "."

He dared not speak out in anger, but placed his right hand on his chest and bowed to him, saying, "Honeyoshi greets the Chairman."

"Heh heh. You're so polite, unlike someone who doesn't even bother to greet an old person." Netero tossed his glasses to Ziponian and looked at Sean with a smile.

Sean walked straight past him and started eating the fried chicken and fries that the Bean Man was holding without any hesitation.

"I said, stop being so sarcastic." After slurping down a chicken wing, Sean grabbed a fries and started crunching them down. "Why bother waiting for me here? Just say what your purpose is."

Once could be called a chance encounter, but twice... well, that can only mean something is amiss.

"A real sly fox, just like your grandfathers." Netero grabbed the Coke the Bean Man offered him, took a sip, and sighed, rubbing his back. "When you get old, you can't stand for long before you're exhausted."

"Sean, have pity on the old man, why don't you sit down and talk?"

Sean rolled his eyes at Netero, saying, "Drinking Coke at your age? Be careful of osteoporosis!"

Too lazy to complain about Netero, Sean knew that if he didn't comply with the old man's wishes today, he probably wouldn't be able to leave as easily as last time.

I simply picked a seat and sat down, waiting to see what kind of nonsense he was going to spout.

“That’s more like it~” Netero sat down next to Sean and extended his right hand to Sean directly: “I don’t like playing games or being insincere. I’ll just say it here.”

"Sean, I hope you can join the Hunter Association!"

No wonder they turned off the surveillance glasses; they were waiting here to snatch someone in broad daylight.

Sir, please take a look!

Ziponian stood behind Sean and couldn't help but reach for his phone in his pocket.

"Excuse me, my hands are oily." Sean showed Netero his oily hands, politely declining her offer, which made Netero breathe a sigh of relief and withdraw his hands.

"Really?" Netero glared at the bean-faced man, feigning anger. "Can't you see the customer's hands are dirty? Why don't you get some paper and wipe them off?"

"Huh?" The Bean-faced Man, who had followed Netero for so long, had never heard the Chairman make such a request before. His big, dark eyes widened... whether from excitement at seeing the Case Files Teacher or from being annoyed by Netero, his little head was practically steaming, completely dumbfounded.

"What are you doing standing still?"

"Hehe~ My subordinate is ignorant and made a fool of himself in front of you~ Come here, Sean, let me wipe it for you."

"Don't do it myself." That old man is disgusting. Doesn't he know that sudden intimacy can be frightening?

Sean quickly stopped Netero, realizing for the first time how shameless the old man was, and bluntly said, "Sorry, I'm too foolish to be a hunter. You'd better find someone more capable."

"You're too modest, kid. With your current skill level, passing the hunter test is more than enough."

"But I don't have time to participate in the Hunter Exam."

“You have it. If not this year, then next year. I can wait.”

"I won't have time next year, and I won't have time in the future either."

“Sean!” Netero suddenly reached out and grabbed Sean’s shoulder, saying in a way that left no room for refusal, “Name your terms, kid.”

"As long as it's within reasonable limits, I'll grant your request, provided you participate in the Hunter Exam and join the Hunter Association!"

"Ahem. Young Master, should we consult the Master's opinion on this matter?" Ziponian coughed lightly and glanced cautiously at Netero.

Sean waved his hand: "It's my own business, he doesn't need to interfere."

He squinted at Netero: "Old man, are you serious?"

"If I said, 'I want your heart,' would you give it to me?"

The boy held up a finger and waved it in front of Netero: "One chance to participate in the Hunter Exam in exchange for one lesson in Heart Source Stream."

Otherwise, there's no point in discussing it.

Sean had long wanted to experience the power of the heart, but he had no way of doing so and had been groping around on his own. Now that he had come across it, Sean was naturally not going to let go of this long-awaited opportunity!

"Deal." Netero agreed with surprising ease, beaming with joy.

"Snap!" Sean clasped his hands together tightly and laughed, "Then begin your performance, old man."

"To be honest, I can't wait to see your Heart Source Flow."

"Right here?" Netero raised an eyebrow.

“Right here.” Sean subtly withdrew his hand, spread his arms and rested them on the back of the chair, quietly watching Netero.

The strongest human being smirked, a smirk playing on his lips. "Fine," he chuckled, "the Zoldyck family taught you how to kill, but never asked for your opinion."