who ripped off the leader

After all, Hisoka was brought down by Kuroro, and when he fell down, his appearance was too miserable - he was pierced through the chest by the dark red slender knight sword that Kuroro took out at the beginning, and the wound was covered by the sword. The burning effect produced by the chanting pattern produced a burnt smell, the left hand was folded, and a wound on the waist stretched obliquely from the left hip bone to the right rib...not to mention those small and scattered injuries.

Kuroro's appearance was not much better. His right hand holding the long sword was cut off in half by Hisoka's final counterattack, and there were many long bloody mouths on his face and neck-it is estimated that Hisoka's idea was just in case If one hit the main artery, Kuroro could be killed without any extra bloodletting.

Until March came to sew up the wound of Hisoka (Emma! This description is surprisingly touching!) who was like a tattered doll, he was still holding Kurolo, with a slightly depressed expression: "What a pity~~~"

Ma Qi's hands exerted force, and Hisoka's freshly stitched wound immediately burst into blood again.

"...Maggie is too much~"

Ma Qi replied without sincerity: "Hand shaking."

After the wound was stitched up, Hisoka moved his left hand, and then looked at Ma Qi with a smile: "Thank you so much ~ Ma Qi little beauty ~"

March ignored him with a cold face, and walked back to the place where she was standing.

"As a reward~" Hisoka licked his lips that were still stained with his own blood, "Let me tell the little beauty Ma Qi one thing - Safi left last night~ You don't have to wait for him~"

Ma Qi paused for a moment, then returned to normal: "Ah."

"Then I'm leaving too~" Hisoka patted the dust on his body, and turned around smartly, "If we meet again someday, the leader will fight with me~"

Kuroro, who was sitting on the side resting, did not raise his eyes: "The transaction is over, there will be no next time."

"..." Hisoka turned his head and glanced at Kuroro expressionlessly, then turned around after a few seconds, and restored that heartless smile, "Not necessarily~"

Going back to the hotel where I rested last night - there has been no living person left here since last night. It seems that a group of policemen have come, and Fei Tan and Franklin who are in charge of guarding here have solved it together. Now this place is like a ghost town Same.

Kuroro sat in the spacious hall, glanced at everyone, then raised his head and leaned on the soft back of the sofa: "Safi hasn't come back yet?"

Franklin shook his head.

"...I see." Kuroro opened his eyes and sat up straight. "Now this is the right place. From now on, I will tell you the laws of the outside world—although you don't need to abide by them."

The guy who has been pestering me so hard is finally gone, so... so happy.

——Well, he is indeed a little bit reluctant to part with Safi...the strong force value.

And he hasn't studied Safi's ability yet...

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city.

Safei looked at the bread in the store seriously, and for the first time knew that there were many kinds of food. He thought that all the bread was the same as the rye bread that March and the others bought...

The store owner looked at Sa Fei with dissatisfaction, and suppressed his anger: "My guest, what exactly do you need?"

"I'm hungry..." Safei pointed to a row of bread on the shelf with an innocent face, "Which one is edible?"

Well, he knows that if he stays with Kuroro obediently, he must be receiving Kuroro's common sense education with those members-as an official member of the Phantom Troupe.

The store owner was about to knock him out: "Those are all bread... aren't they all edible?"

"Oh..." Safi took a croissant from the shelf that looked very different from the bread they had eaten before, tore off the transparent plastic packaging, and took a bite, "It's so soft..." Before The ones he ate were thick and tough.

The store owner has already rushed over with a wooden stick: "You lunatic actually came to steal food from me, didn't you?!"

Safei dodged the store owner's wooden stick: "You are not as strong as me, I will take your things, what's your opinion?"

"You madman! Get out of here!" The store owner reached out to grab the bread Safi was holding, "Give me back my bread, madman!"

So Safi killed the poor man.

The customers who were watching suddenly burst into screams and fled in all directions, yelling indiscriminately: "It's a murderer! A devil!"

"Devil?" Safi looked at those people in confusion, then stuffed the half-bitten croissant into his mouth, "What is that?"

The people outside Meteor Street are really fragile, they will die if they are pinched.

Thinking so, Sa Fei took another piece of bread and opened the package: "Well, it's much better than the food on Meteor Street, but...not very hungry at all."

After finishing his breakfast, Safei walked aimlessly up and down the street, leaning over to take a look when he saw something interesting, completely ignoring the contemptuous eyes of those well-dressed people looking at him.

At night, Sa Fei, who had already lived in a big soft bed, refused to wrong him to sleep in the wilderness again. He looked around at the surrounding high-rise buildings, and then quickly selected one with the word "hotel" on it. Building—don't underestimate him, his master taught him to read and write.

But he had just approached the "hotel" when he was stopped by several people, and the leader said to him politely: "Sorry, sir, our hotel has certain dress codes for customers...you are like this now..."

Safi took a look at some places where he was scratched and stained with a lot of blood (they had turned into reddish-brown lumps), and he looked more miserable than those guys called "tramps".

"Well, I can just change clothes, right?" Safi pursed her mouth, then looked at the leader, "Give me your clothes."

So Safei enjoyed the same treatment as in the morning, except that this time the other party was more violent, and he didn't casually kill people and dirty the door of his ideal residence.

"Hmph~" A familiar hum came, "You look miserable~"

Safi, who was huddled in a corner and lamenting why the world outside Meteor Street is so troublesome, looked up in surprise: "Hisuo? Have you finished fighting with Kuroro?"

"Yes~ I won~" Hisoka smiled proudly, "Kurolo was beaten badly by me~"

"Oh, so you were beaten badly by Kuroro," Safi nodded, and sometimes you have to interpret Hisoka's words backwards, "So you want to wander the world with me now?"

"I'm also curious about the world outside Meteor Street~" Hisoka shrugged his shoulders with a smile, "But it seems that I must have chosen the wrong person, you look much more embarrassed than me~"

"Then you really want to wander with me~" Safi stood up and looked at his messy attire again, "Maybe I should really get some clothes... Hisoka, the clothes you are wearing are from Where did it come from?"

"Where?" Hisoka pointed to a tall building, "Safi wants to go with me~?"

Safi and Hisoka went to the department store, probably because the city was recently attacked by terrorists, and there were very few customers in the department store. Safi and Hisoka, two obviously abnormal guys, were not stopped when they went in. .

Hisoka swaggered and took Safei to a certain clothing store: "This is it~"

Safi looked at the various clothes hanging in the store, then reached out and took a set of clothes that he could wear, and changed them on the spot.

With a chilling smile, Hisoka, who was so frightened that the store didn't even dare to move, threw him a wet towel that he had just snatched from the poor store owner: "Wipe that pile of things on your face, and we'll see you in a while." I still have to go out to play~"

After changing clothes and cleansing his face, Safei regained his gentle animal appearance, hung his precious camera around his neck, and smiled with eight teeth: "That's great, Hisoka, where shall we go for fun?"

where to have fun?This is really a problem.

Those guys who exist like ants to them don't need to pay attention at all. Safi, who has already touched the door of "how to live in the outside world gracefully", decided not to bully these poor ordinary people who are about to support themselves. And the so-called strong people outside—such as the army that they killed a whole team before and Kuroro and the others are said to be fighting with—are nothing more than "little troubles" in front of them.

"I heard a very interesting place today~" Hisoka played all kinds of tricks with the poker cards in his hand, "It is said that there is a place beyond all the national organizations in this world, where the most powerful people in the world gather ~"

"I thought you just finished fighting with Kuroro, at least you will restrain yourself a little bit." Safi cut the steak gracefully - this was taught to him by his miraculous master, now he looks clean and educated Extremely, "Although Madge has already treated you, if you go desperately now... I won't collect your body."

"Am I such a restless guy in your heart..." Hisoka's expression was very pitiful, "I'm just curious about what kind of place it is~ that's all~"

Safi: "Restrain your rippling tail a little bit, I might still be able to believe your words."

It turns out that not only Hisoka is not the master of peace, but neither is Safi.

After eating and drinking enough, they didn't even have time to find a place for Sa Fei to take a bath, so they directly found the branch of the legendary Hunter Association.

Hisoka broke open the door according to the rules of Meteor Street: "Is this the Hunter Association~~~"

Sa Fei took two steps back, and glanced at the sign hanging outside: "Well, it should be, it says so on the sign outside..."

Thanks to Kuroro's messy books, he didn't forget all the things his master taught him ten years ago, which is gratifying.