"
Hisoka suddenly thought of a friend—someone equally obsessed with money.
That person made a living stitching up injuries in the Sky Arena. The best technique? "Nen Suture."
But compared to Machi, this blind man's version was… different.
Hisoka narrowed his eyes, the corners curling with excitement. Beneath Roy's feet, countless fine threads slithered out, their ends curved into fishhooks—hooking directly onto Illumi's aura.
With that setup, there was no way Illumi could shake him off.
"Ohohoho~ A Conjurer's Nen ability? As expected, the man I've got my eye on is as unpredictable as I am… It's just too good!"
Was there anything more thrilling than watching "cannibalism"? Just the thought sent a shiver down Hisoka's spine. He took several deep breaths to calm the ecstatic tremble running through his body.
"Ah~ Wild horses. Such unruly temperaments. They must be tamed."
Roy bumped shoulders with Illumi, like an immovable rock in a stormy sea—no matter how violent the waves, he remained unshaken.
A smirk tugged at his lips. With a flick of his fingers—
Three "Armed Lust Threads" shot out, wrapped around Gon, Kurapika, and Leorio, and yanked them forward.
Di-di-di~ The Illumi Bus is departing. All passengers, please board promptly!
"Uncle!" Gon shouted cheerfully, clearly feeling lighter as he waved. "Uncle, arigatou!"
"He… helped me… Thank you, Mr. Tianwei, for the whip… wait, what?!" Leorio gasped for air. On the verge of collapse moments ago, he now found himself whipped forward with renewed strength. He flailed wildly, leaned back, and let Roy's "lust thread" carry him along like a puppet.
Trash. Can't even support himself. Kurapika gave Leorio a cold look, then turned to Roy and gave him a silent nod of gratitude.
No words were needed.
Roy raised his hand and gently pulled—sending the three of them gliding forward like they were flying, barely touching the ground.
…But poor Illumi.
For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. The easier it was for Roy, Gon, and the others, the more burden Illumi had to bear.
Carrying the weight of four people, Illumi's legs immediately felt like they were filled with lead. Still, as expected of him, his expression didn't change. He quickly condensed nen nails in his hands and drove them into the fishhook threads that clung to his aura.
Seeing this, Roy's interest peaked. He immediately summoned Illumi's status panel.
[Name: Illumi Zoldyck]
[Bone Age: 24]
[Physique: 110] (Average: 10)
[Speed: 150] (Average: 10)
[Strength: 140] (Average: 10)
[Aura Capacity: 170] (Average: 10)
Just like his "wife" Hisoka, he was freakishly strong.
Even someone expected to "carry the family" could carry four people and still stand strong.
In that case…
Roy turned to face the others and smiled:
"Dear passengers, Mr. Tianwei is feeling generous today. Only 10 million per person to fly with ease."
"If you want to hop on the bus, better hurry. First come, first served~"
Wait, what?! There's such a deal?
Wooooo~~ Ms. Tianwei, you're so kind! I'm gonna cry…
"I… I… I want a ride!"
"Tianwei-sensei! Over here! I'm dying out here!"
"My ankle! I twisted it! Look!"
"At least you have legs! My back's done for—help me!"
"That's nothing! I just had hemorrhoid surgery! I'll pay 20 million, please!"
"I've got 3,000!"
"I've got 4,000!"
The entire rear section of the candidates erupted into chaos. The "tail enders" were practically throwing money just to get a taste of Roy's "premium ride."
Gon, Kurapika, Leorio, Hisoka, and even the rest of the candidates looked completely stunned.
What the hell? You can make money… like this? Just for having a 'writing' system?!
The three free-riders—Gon, Kurapika, and Leorio—suddenly felt a huge sense of superiority.
See? This is the advantage of knowing Roy. Hehe~ Free ride~
Mr. Tianwei. A god who slices through storms with a single stroke of the blade.
Elsewhere, watching this unfold on screen—
Netero squinted at Roy and nudged Maha.
"Like grandfather, like grandson…" he said wryly. "When it comes to making money—ripping people off—your grandson is every bit your equal."
"Oh, I'm so poor~" Maha said dramatically, pretending not to notice Netero's sarcasm. "You, as the Chairman, wouldn't understand the hardship of an empty-nest elder…"
"Honestly, if I hadn't saved up when I was younger, I wouldn't even be able to eat a hot meal now."
Bullshit… Netero thought silently. Is your Zoldyck clan's reputation as the "world's greatest assassin family" just for show?
Your son Zeno and grandson Silva are just decorations?
Lying in rocking chairs, watching cartoons all day, while old-timers like me are still out here on the front lines…
Netero gave Maha a sharp look and asked bluntly:
"You suddenly asked me for 10 billion. Are you really broke?"
"Or do you rely on money to maintain a relationship with your grandson?"
"Is all that 'family affection' from Roy just an act?"
Maha's eyes flickered with guilt, and he slammed the table angrily:
"You're slandering me!"
"Be careful, I'll file a complaint with the Hunter Association!"
Netero leaned back with a grin:
"Oh? And who will you file it to? Me?"
"So it's true. You really do rely on money to stay relevant."
"Your 'baby grandson'… in his eyes, you're just a rich old man pretending to be affectionate~"
"Ohohohoho~"