【Xiyi】The Biggest Changes

Dinner, Drinks and Parties

"He's not just a duelist," she whispered. "He's a murderer. Hisoka is a serial killer."

"That's unlikely," he replied.

"I swear it's true. I'm his receptionist, Sfao. I've seen it with my own eyes," said the receptionist, leaning against the glass window that separated her from the visitors and the host. "These people—" the host—"are a little—violent and weird. But he, even kills visitors."

"Why do you think so?" Shifao approached and asked in a low voice.His light brown hair and eyebrows framed his chiseled face and muscular body well, and his military-level combat skills made him highly regarded by the security system.

"A girl came in to find him three days ago—he asked for her from a bunch of people. She hasn't come out yet, and I don't think she will ever come out." The front desk said, "The waiter has gone in to deliver dinner, but no one has ever seen her. He must have picked out the girls who fit the looks requirements and killed them. I'm sure."

Shifao looked at the front desk, then nodded, "You told me it was correct. I'll check it out, our work has boundaries that cannot be crossed."

The receptionist nodded, with red hair hanging down his face, "Don't tell anyone."

"They won't know," Sfao promised.He stood up straight, "I will investigate quietly."

"Thank you, Sfao." She breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed.

Hisoka's bad reputation didn't make the landlord any better.The constant ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping sound from the lobby was disturbing.Illumi took this conversation to heart now.

"Master Hisoka, you have many visitors. They ask for autographs. Let them go?"

"That's right, thank you." Hisoka glanced at the security video and said, "You're staring again, Illumi."

Illumi was entrenched in a dark corner of the room doing a handstand.His bad mood was palpable; even the light that shrouded him seemed to be sucked into the vast black hole and disappeared.

Hisoka kept staring at his phone, playing a colorful and accelerated version of Snake.He dressed up as a clown again.Hair done, makeup done, and a perfectly tailored clown suit.His clothes never looked the same.This one is red hearts and squares on a white background. "I thought you remembered my face long ago."

Illumi does remember Hisoka's face.Whenever the need arises, he can easily pretend to be the magician himself.More confidence in imitating his voice intonation. "I haven't received a mission for three days."

The last time he hadn't received a mission for three days was when Curt was born, and Mi Chi accidentally caused an explosion that killed several housekeepers, and Illumi had to act as a temporary babysitter.In other words - no mission is a very bad sign.

"Are you worried that you won't be able to pay the rent?" Hisoka still pressed his phone, "I don't mind lending you money."

Borrow gold from the dragon's treasury? "It's not like this."

The phone beeped, and Hisoka lost.He finally raised his head, his bright golden eyes suddenly looked at Illumi. "You're bored."

"what?"

"That's why. You don't have fun when you're not working," Hisoka explained. "Because tasks are entertainment for you. Is there anything you like to do?"

Illumi narrowed her eyes slightly.

"I have an idea," Hisoka said. "Since you're here, let's go have dinner and a drink."

"There's food here," Illumi said.

"But you like fine things. Let's find a fancy place."

"Okay." No need to twist your arms anymore; Illumi likes to go to places where the waiters are submissive and well-trained.

"I'm going to get dressed."

"Huh?" Illumi slowly moved down from the wall. "You're not ready yet?" Hisoka took about an hour to get dressed like this.Illumi couldn't imagine how he could dress up anymore.

"Oh, I can't just go out like this. I'll be recognized in town."

Illumi tilted her head, a strand of long hair brushed her cheek.

Hisoka covered his face with his hands, "I'd be embarrassed if someone recognized me."

Yilumi suddenly thought of a deeper level, "If you don't want this honor, why do you still want to be the landlord?"

"I like acting more than socializing, dear Illumi. The Olympic Fighting Competition is next month. This is a good opportunity to fight against the powerful mind in the Sky Arena. Also, you'd better I know—" Hisoka looked Illumi up and down, smiled, and raised his hand a little, "To be honest, I have no other place to go."

As someone who claims not to attract attention, Hisoka's suit is still very chic, and it is unique no matter where he goes.The dark maroon dress, soft and silky to the touch (he insisted Illumi feel the sleeves to feel it), contrasted sharply with the white button-down shirt and dark brown leather shoes underneath.

Illumi also dressed very well, but in terms of the style of the Manor of the Beating Enemy, he felt that his clothes were too plain.He wore a gray button-down shirt and light gray tweed trousers.He wore a long black leather coat and a scarf around the lapels.

"Would you like to try a coat from my closet?" Hisoka noticed Illumi comparing their reflections against the elevator door.

"None of your clothes will fit me," Illumi said.

"We are the same height, you understand." Hisoka asked.

"Yeah, but you're twice as wide as I am."

"Oh~" Hisoka covered his stomach with one hand, and looked at Illumi aggrievedly. "You're so mean."

"No offense, you are still in good shape."

Hisoka's face sank, and the atmosphere in the room was suddenly not right.Illumi ignored the sudden tension and turned to look at the elevator door.

"Did you tease me unintentionally just now?" Hisoka asked.Illumi didn't answer, he covered his mouth and laughed, his voice became indistinct. "You can formally come after me in the future - aren't you very good at it?"

"No thanks." Illumi replied immediately.But that sounded like "fuck off."

The elevator arrived and opened with a ding.Hisoka stretched out his hand to signal Illumi to go ahead, and Illumi went into the elevator and pressed the button to go to the 200th floor.When they reached the 200th floor, they had to transfer to the independent elevator on the first floor.

The 200th floor is simply a sea of ​​people.Some people could tell they were Hisoka's fans at a glance - they all imitated Hisoka's makeup.

"How cute..." Hisoka whispered to Illumi as he walked.After letting down his hair, no one recognized him, even if some people gave him a second look because of his unique clothes, they still couldn't associate him with that Hisoka. "They all dress like me."

Illumi wrinkled her nose.

Hisoka loved his expression so much. "Maybe I should say something."

"You can do what you want. I'm going downstairs." Illumi said succinctly, and as he walked through the lobby, he encountered a group of fans of a fighter named Dick.Hisoka followed closely behind him, but after recognizing the clothes of the fans, he stopped and read out word by word.

i love dick. *

*Original text: ILoveDick is self-explanatory www (in a word, Hisoka is wretched again (.

"Oh, you must tell me where I can get this dress," Hisoka said.

Illumi stopped hesitantly in front of the elevator, narrowing his eyes.

"I made it myself," replied the young woman.

"Great," Hisoka's voice was so-so Hisoka, who could be recognized by anyone within ten meters.There was a commotion in the crowd, and someone noticed who was standing among them.

Illumi pressed the elevator button firmly, and the door opened immediately.

Someone screamed, "Hisso!"

"Oh..." He stood upright, "I'm exposed."

Illumi walked straight into the elevator with the idea of ​​simply leaving the idiot Hisoka to the fans.He pressed the button to close the door, feeling relieved at last.

But before the door could close completely, a pale hand slipped between the elevator doors, and Hisoka jumped in.A few girls screamed and tried to rush in, but they were not so lucky.At this time, there are only Hisoka and Illumi in the elevator.

"You did it on purpose." Illumi said after the elevator started.

"That's not it~" Hisoka said, but his smiling face completely betrayed him.

"Only bad comedians get amused by their own jokes," Illumi quotes his grandfather.

"I'm a magician, not a comedian." Hisoka conjured a flower out of thin air.He handed the flower to Illumi, who stared back at him.Since he didn't accept it, Hisoka had no choice but to let him go.Before the elevator landed, the flower turned into a black and white striped butterfly, flying back and forth in the limited space of the elevator for about 1 minute until the elevator reached its destination.

The elevator door opened slowly, and the butterfly flew out, flew into the crowd, and disappeared.

The shiny black car weaved through the heavy traffic near the Sky Arena and headed out of town.Hisoka and Illumi sat in the back seat separated from the driver, and each of them sat by the window.The snow was slowly falling outside, slowing their speed to a snail's pace.

"Where are we going?" Illumi asked.

"I asked the front desk to recommend a place. An old and expensive restaurant called Funks. They specialize in veal." Hisoka turned his gaze back to Illumi from the window, "But we probably won't be able to catch up It's time for an appointment."

"We can run there," Illumi glanced at the long queue of traffic on the street, "It only takes about 5 minutes for us to cross the entire city."

"I thought you didn't want to walk in the snow," Hisoka said.

Illumi frowned and studied him.How did Hisoka know?He blinked and cleared his mind, "It's okay."

Hisoka glanced out the window, "We will pass the airship port. Maybe we should go to Youkexin City."

Illumi sat a little closer, staring at the scenery outside the same car window, watching a huge airship set sail on the far horizon. "real?"

"Why not?"

Illumi snorted, "That man who has been with us all day probably suspects your motives. We don't even have any luggage."

"Aha, so you noticed too," Hisoka said, "I'm not worried about him. He's the head of Sky Arena Security."

"He came in a bad way," said Illumi.

"You think so too?" Hisoka grinned, clasped his hands on his knees, and the heat suddenly rose, "I've been excited all day."

Illumi looked down at Hisoka's hand.He wore the same red nail polish as the suit. "Ha. Well, I have no objection to going to Youkexin City. I haven't visited there much yet."

Hisoka picked up the phone next to the seat and told the driver to change direction.

Watching the car he was following drive into the port, Sfao sighed.He sat behind the wheel of the pickup truck, not wanting to mess with port security only to watch Hisoka leave.

He picked up the phone and pressed a shortcut key, and raised it to his ear. After a while, he was connected to the department in charge of ticket sales. "I need a traveler's identity details. Just the flight time; return tickets, if any."

"Of course, Sfao. About what?"

"I'm looking into, uh... security breach or something. About the arena."

"Understood. I will send you the information as soon as I find it."

"Thank you."

After hanging up the phone, Sfao drove the truck and turned around.Several drivers honked at him, and he rolled his eyes and drove straight back to the arena.Half an hour later, he arrived at his destination, and as soon as he touched his phone, a new message was displayed.

Hisoka, the passenger, travels with Illumi to beat the enemy.Take off immediately, date 01-20.Flight 2248-1.

Illumi... beat the enemy... the two names set him off alarm bells.Sfaol went into the arena, and instead of taking the elevator, he went down to the basement, where his office was located.Just look it up and find Illumi's information in the arena records.

He came to the Tower when he was 12 years old.Fighting on the 12th floor for seven months.Win every game.Killed four opponents.Once qualified to challenge the landlord.I was [-] years old.

However, Shifao's thoughts were caught up in the name of the beating enemy.He searched again and was surprised to find more than one beater.There are ten in total.

Illumi beats the enemy, 12 years old.

Pulicat beat the enemy, 22 years old (deceased)

Mischievous beat enemy guest 12 years old

Carnaby beat enemy, 19 years old

Leo Beat the Enemy, 46 (deceased)

Alice Beats the Enemy, 21 (deceased)

Kiya beats the enemy, ages 10 and 12

Redmond beats enemy, age 15

Willow beats the enemy, 30 years old

Curt beats enemy, 8 years old

"Well," Shifao twisted his neck ninety degrees, squinting his eyes to read the list. "Fake," he concludes, "there are a few people who didn't beat the enemy Hakka. But there are a few..." Very simple.He pointed to Illumi's name at the bottom of the list.

"What a strange family," he said to himself, "their children are named end to end, rhyming with 'llu' in the middle. Illumi—Mi with "llu" is ridiculous Milluki). Ki plus 'llu' is Killua. A is—oh, A is not in it." He narrowed his eyes, "There is one missing between Killua and Kalluto. It should be A plus Put 'llu'——" Close the next first name, "Alluka. Ka plus 'llu' is Kalluto." He took a breath and looked at the strange name with a distorted face order. "What a strange family." Why hasn't Aluja come to the Sky Arena?He pinched the bridge of his nose.

He decided to find the video of Illumi's battle on the [-]th floor.He was a small kid then, with shoulder-length black hair and very prim clothes.Wears a wool vest, pleated shorts and a pair of suspenders.His appearance and the act of tearing out the opponent's spine with his bare hands formed a very strong conflict, which made Shifao deeply irritated when he witnessed it for the first time.He also used the same trick the second time.He dug out a still beating heart.In another duel, he spared his opponent's life, but also left his opponent with injuries.He has inhuman speed and very efficient power.

And his mind power was already quite well-trained at that age.Shifao's spine began to tremble, and he realized that the speculation of the front desk was well-founded.These two men, Hisoka and Illumi, are monsters.The combination of two monsters is undoubtedly a serious threat to the arena - and society as well.

Shifao's cell phone rang loudly suddenly, and he jumped up, startled by the sudden light and sound.He heaves a sigh of relief when he realizes it's just his phone, and looks around only to realize he hasn't even turned on the lights in his office.

"That's stupid," Sfao growled, picking up the phone.He read out loudly, "Passenger Hiso, return flight 01-21. Passenger Ilumi, return flight 01-21. Flight 2248-2." He raised a thick dark brown eyebrow, "Less than twelve hours. Is it travel? Or a cross-country date?"

He stared at the message for a moment, then opened another number.He must end this matter immediately.If there is a serial killer in the sky arena, it will definitely be implicated.He knew Hisoka and Illumi would board the earliest regular flight tomorrow.

There is a killer waiting for him.

They had just had a sip or two of ice-cold whiskey on the airship when Illumi's cell phone rang.

It was a message from his father.He immediately tensed the strings in his mind.Finally got in touch.He took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and his mental state sank again.

Hisoka sat next to him and kept watching him, blinking in surprise, I could see his emotional ups and downs from Illumi's aura, but his expression remained unchanged, "Bad news?"

"I can no longer use my phone for personal business. It is now only for work."

Hisoka took a sip of whiskey, "Hmm. You never use your mobile phone for personal calls anyway?"

Illumi tapped the phone, scratching the screen with his fingernails, annoyed like gunfire, and then he showed the phone to Hisoka.On the screen is the conversation between the two of them a few days ago.

22:18 Illumi: How often do you have sex?

22:22 Hisoka: Let me give you a daily watch.Or are you inviting me?I can write you in too.

22:22 Illumi: Just give me a daily watch.

06:11 Illumi: Do you have any waffle mix?

06:12 Hisoka: No.Just ask the front desk.Just take a phone call and someone will be there.

06:12 Illumi: Don't you mind?

06:13 Hisoka: You are so shy.

06:14 Hisoka: Ordered. Delivered in 1 minute.Speaking of that up...

06:14 Illumi: If I see you in the apartment without pants again I'll cut your pants off.

06:15 Hisoka: *-_-v is so cruel.

Hisoka laughed when he saw the last line.

Illumi looked unhappy. "what do I do?"

"Buying another phone," Hisoka said, "it's normal."

"It's very annoying."

"You reminded me..." Hisoka took out the phone from the breast pocket of his coat.He tapped the screen, and Illumi leaned over to see what he was doing. "I'm paying my phone bill," he explained.An envelope flew past on the screen, "It's done."

Illumi's eyes widened.He raised the glass to his lips and took a sip almost mechanically.

"What's wrong?" Hisoka asked.

"I never imagined you paying your bills."

"I'm a good citizen," Hisoka smiled triumphantly, "Have you ever paid your bills before?"

"Of course. Restaurant and hotel bills."

"Uh huh, that's not what I mean. Spoiled Illumiyo, you will have a phone bill now too. Will your father still pay for the maintenance of your car? Gasoline? I think you will too You have to pay your own medical bills."

The prospect he envisioned, saving money just to own his own manor, ideally located next to the Dadike manor, seemed more and more out of reach.A manor of that size and location would cost tens of billions.

"Then there's food. Ah, and equipment. I bet your family will provide weapons, but you'll be responsible if you lose them, right?" Hisoka continued, smiling brighter, "I think they will I hope you can take care of the needles yourself now. How much do you use a day, roughly? And you have such lovely hair, and the monthly maintenance fee is also very considerable."

Illumi sank into the seat and slid down little by little until his chin was on the bar. "Are you suggesting that I eat less, shave my head, and control war damage when killing people?"

Hisoka pictured Illumi, a bald vegetarian hippie, laughing uncontrollably.When Illumi gave him a critical look, he just laughed harder and couldn't stop.People are looking this way.

Illumi picked up an ice cube from the wine glass, pinched it with two fingers, and threw it directly on Hisoka's lap.The magician jumped up.

"Cold!" He slapped his pants vigorously, but his good mood and smile remained intact.After about a minute, he sat back down again, and the pair of traveling companions fell into silence together, watching the lights of Youkexin City under their feet.

Illumi picked up the wine glass and drank it down, and Hisoka followed suit.

Hisoka was in that almost narcissistic state when he was young.He has been exposed to alcohol since he was a child, and his drinking capacity is amazing.When the airship landed, he and Illumi had already drunk the fifth round.

Illumi is also completely unaffected by alcohol.Alcohol essentially works the same as poison, and he is perfectly immune to 90.00% of poisons known to man.But drinking too much will still make him a little high, maybe this is Hisoka's trick.

"We should use your family's name," Hisoka said as they walked out of the airship station. "We can book a table on the top floor of the Pylem skyscraper in the name of Beating the Enemy."

"It's a very unwise thing to do. Don't you have a reputation too? Your name should carry some weight."

"Hmm, I'm not well-known in Youkexin City," Hisoka said. "My reputation is not very prominent outside the Sky Arena. I think we'll have to wait like everyone else..."

Illumi raised his eyebrows with great interest, "Yes."

An hour later he realized why this couldn't work.One of the best restaurants in Youkexin City, Hualun Grill House, is full.The waiting time is at least two hours.There is also no place to sit outside the restaurant and it is packed like hell.

"Do you often encounter this kind of thing?" Illumi stood stiffly between the potted plants and the bench full of six people, and asked calmly, "Take the airship for three hours, and wait for another two hours for a seat .”

What was exasperating was that Hisoka looked very skilled in the noisy crowd, with one hand leaning against the wall and the other in his coat pocket.

Illumi missed the emptiness of the manor.His vast, spacious, echoing quiet room.Looking out of the window, as far as the eye can see is the boundless sea of ​​trees, and the mountains rise and fall one after another, all the way into the horizon.

"You're sad, aren't you?" Hisoka asked.

Illumi didn't want to answer, but at this moment an old lady sitting on the bench turned around, her elbow just brushed the outside of his thigh, and he nodded stiffly.

Hisoka disappeared into the crowd.He came back after a while, folded something and stuffed it in the back pocket of his trousers.He gestured to Illumi to come, and Illumi walked towards him.The head waiter appeared beside them, bowed and led them upstairs.Upstairs in the restaurant, there are about half a dozen independent VIP tables for two people, and the floor-to-ceiling glass windows reflect the bright lights of Youkexin City outside the window.

"We'll have some wine, too," Hisoka said. "Two whiskeys."

The head waiter nodded and stepped back, and the pair of guests took their seats.

They said nothing to each other, Hisoka stared at the city outside the window, Illumi stared at Hisoka.He asked, "What did you do?"

"Huh?" Hisoka rested his chin on one hand comfortably and propped his arms on the table.

"Got this table."

"They reserve tables for important guests."

"You used my name?" Illumi gritted his teeth.

"I gave him money."

"Oh."

Their wine order arrived.Illumi took a small sip, a flash of light flashed in his mind, and he saw through the truth at once.

"Ah," he said, "I see."

"Huh?" Hisoka smiled behind the rim of his cup.

"You tested me on purpose. You deliberately manipulated my feelings and wanted me to do what you wanted."

"Why do you think so?"

"You joke about the responsibilities I have now. You pick a restaurant that's full. You choose - pretend - to wait until it's too much for me, and then you save the situation to save me from waiting. I'm too Sure, you're deliberately getting me drunk."

Hisoka licked the rim of the cup, his deathly dark aura surged out, and Illumi solved the trap he had set.He felt the heat, the great pleasure of being on the precipice, as the killer punctured his carefully laid trap.

"What's your purpose?" Illumi narrowed his eyes.

"I want to know too," Hisoka said.

Illumi rolled her dark eyes back and forth, putting all the pieces together.It's not as simple as getting him into bed.But it's not as complicated as pulling him to a duel.What was Hisoka's motive? "You know," Illumi said with some complaints, "You're more like an operating system than a transformation system."

"It's more like your modus operandi, isn't it?" Hisoka said with a smile.

Illumi is an operator, yes, just like his mother.But Hisoka could make thing A look like thing B—as he was trying to do now. "You don't want to sleep with me or duel—"

"Well, I won't refuse either." Hisoka said.

"—and you want me to think that's what you're for." Misleading.What an abomination.Illumi wrinkled his nose, but Hisoka suddenly clapped his hands.Illumi froze.

"This is it."

"Uh?"

"I want you to look like this. This is it."

Illumi's blank eyes didn't show any emotion, yet he was still burning with anger. "what are you saying?"

"This," Hisoka crunched and twisted his face, Illumi tightened his lips. "You look like that."

"I didn't do that."

"I'm going to ask the foreman to go back to our apartment to roll the sheets." Hisoka said suddenly.Illumi wrinkled his nose - Hisoka's cell phone flashed in mid-air, capturing his expression.

The wine glass in Illumi's hand was about to be crushed, and the anger was already unbearable for him.Hisoka put the phone on the table, turned around and handed it to Illumi.

Illumi saw his own face on the screen, eyes blank and empty, lips pursed—nose wrinkled.As if he was very upset.Still pouted, almost childish.

He gripped the glass harder.He picked up his phone and looked at the photo more closely, as a few drops of whiskey seeped silently from the rim of the glass.Squeeze the phone, look closer, and look farther away.Finally, he put down the phone and pushed it back to Hisoka.

"Don't do it again."

"But I've been bored." Illumi was a toy in his collection, and neither dueling nor making love was the easiest option available.This abomination—is an amusing consolation. "Isn't the process of finding the truth interesting to you?"

"I don't have the word 'interesting' in my dictionary, and I don't think it's interesting," Illumi said.

The waiter appeared with tapas.He set down small plates in front of each of the two guests and handed them the wine list for review. "This is Rick. Can I recommend the chef's menu for tonight for the two of you?" Warren's Grill does not have a fixed menu.The menu changes every day; seven main courses presented in perfect rhythm.

Just as Illumi was about to say no more alcohol, Hisoka spoke first.

"A bottle of red wine, please." He leaned over and ordered the wine list.

"Okay. Any more whiskey?"

Hisoka replied before Illumi again, "Please."

"I'll return soon."

Illumi's eyes narrowed into narrow slits.Hisoka didn't seem to care, and continued to sip his wine.He glanced at Illumi's glass, "Aha, your wine is dripping out."

He also glanced at the glass that was slowly dripping down, and then raised the glass to observe carefully.He licked the rim of his glass, caught a drop of whiskey that was escaping, and took a gulp from the rim.

Hisoka leaned on one hand, "Maybe I should just go to bed for the purpose," he watched Illumi's every move.

"Then you have to prepare another gallon of whiskey," Illumi put down his glass, "and your drinking capacity is not as good as mine. You can't win this game."

Hisoka smiled slyly at his plate.

It was too late for Illumi to realize his mistake.Hisoka enjoys games that he can't win.

It was two o'clock in the morning when they finished their dinner.

"We have no reason to go to the hotel," Hisoka said.

"uh-huh."

They were all drunk.Hisoka couldn't remember the last time he was drunk, this was a dangerous game, considering he had so many enemies.And Illumi's enemies are estimated to be twice as many as his.The two of them are now defenseless, and the opportunity is almost once in a lifetime.Still, he suggested going to the corner bar.

Illumi agreed.

The bar is small and smoky, but it doesn't smell like the cigarette smoke and dust in the Sky Arena.The smell in the bar is rich and warm.Like expensive cigars and rare spirits.The seats are made of soft dark red leather, and the light bar meals are also unique.

Hisoka watched as Illumi accepted a gift of a mini cigar.The man who delivered the cigarettes was waiting for Illumi to pick them up, but the killer didn't pick them up, but leaned over and gently held the cigarette holder.The man froze - in every way - and Illumi let out a puff of smoke.He sat up straight, the smoke drifted from his lips, and the older gentleman looked almost faint.

"Take it, please," he gasped.

"You're too polite." Illumi smiled slightly.The man staggered away, astonished as if Illumi had beaten him up.Illumi handed the cigar to Hisoka, who shook his head.

"I don't smoke, my teeth will turn yellow." He showed Ilumi his teeth—white and plain, with the sharpest canine tips among the people Ilumi had seen.Illumi leaned across the table to look at Hisoka's mouth, and by the time he realized it, he was already stroking Hisoka's teeth with his thumb.Hisoka didn't miss the opportunity, opened his mouth wide, and licked Illumi's fingertips with his tongue.

The killer withdrew his hand and showed Hisoka's favorite expression again.He sat back in his seat and continued smoking while Hisoka drank the gin.

After a while, Ilumi said, "I like Youkexin City."

"This place is very interesting." Hisoka agreed.

"Much better than your tower."

"It's also more expensive," Hisoka said.

"You're wearing this suit, with such a hairstyle—and such a posture—" Illumi's words became smoother and more free, and it sounded like the first drunken words of the whole night, "Makes you look almost like a businessman. Advise me where I should go."

"You can't afford my consulting fee," Hisoka said.

They all laughed.They are all drunk.

If they were awake at this time, this blow would never be successful.

Hisoka and Illumi were going to the airship port through the alley. When they were walking in the alley, a mind bomb came through the air.They both noticed at the same time that Hisoka clung to the bomb with his stretchy love just before it hit.As soon as the thought power bomb was wrapped in his thoughts, it exploded immediately. His thoughts were stretched ten times, and he barely wrapped the explosion in it.Hisoka tightened his fingers, clacking his knuckles, until the explosion faded away.

Illumi has already thrown more than a dozen needles, but the visitor is not completely a novice, and he came prepared.Hisoka counted, there were four opponents in total.The assassin who used the mind bomb threw two more, this time from above, apparently from a window of a nearby tall building.Hisoka dodged the attack easily, his legs moved gracefully in the air, and landed not far from Illumi.

The dark Psychic Beast emerged from the shadows, and Illumi immediately followed them to track down the Psychic user, who was hiding behind a large trash can.madness.He thought having the dumpster would keep him safe from attack.Illumi threw a needle through the massive metal object like cutting through butter.The needle went straight into the eye of the opponent, and he fell to the ground howling.

Hisoka jumped onto the building and walked up the outer wall, as if he was just climbing the slope instead of walking along the vertical plane.He heard a woman swearing and trying to block his way.It's useless, he already knows her location now.He gags her outside an apartment window and slits her throat with a card.She suffocated instantly, rolled backwards, and fell to the ground twitching.

Downstairs, Illumi faced the two remaining assassins alone.Hisoka looked down, watching him move with incomparable grace.