"Next time we meet, I'll absolutely crush you!"
Phinks gritted his teeth, then turned and walked off the stage without another glance at Wing.
He wouldn't lose his temper here; it would only make him a laughingstock.
It was a fact that he was inferior to the other party.
Whether in following the rules of the match or in recognizing the gap between himself and Wing, he understood.
Even putting aside the scoring system, he was indeed inferior to the other party.
Rather than raging helplessly here, which would only make him look even more embarrassed, it would be better to become stronger, improve his skills, and then come back to fight back!
When that happened, he would definitely knock this four-eyed guy to the ground!
And then say to him: "Thank you for the match!"
"That guy... He was actually able to control his temper."
Biscuit in the audience looked on in amazement. Even she felt that with that guy called Phinks' personality, he'd do something like flipping the table.
But he managed to endure it. Such self-control and composure are truly remarkable.
"Although at first glance, he looks like an Enhancer type, it's rare to see such rational behavior."
She offered a somewhat passable assessment.
"But to be able to open the aura nodes and learn Nen at this age is practically impossible without someone teaching him..."
Thinking of this, she glanced at Luke beside her.
And if she wasn't mistaken…
That short kid Feitan from earlier, as well as the big dumb-looking guy called Uvogin… they were probably all together.
Although young, they carried a distinct air of savagery and recklessness.
A state of being unrestrained, acting without care.
Biscuit had seen this type of person before.
Those with such traits usually came from the same place.
That place was…
"Meteor City, huh?"
She gave a slight shake to the twin pigtails on her head.
Not only those three guys, but even Luke beside her and the young man with the sword behind him, they must also be from that place, right?
But…
"This guy's characteristics aren't that strong..."
A hint of doubt flashed in Biscuit's eyes.
Uvogin, Feitan, Phinks, and the young man with the sword, all four of them, made Biscuit sense the distinct characteristics of Meteor City.
Luke, on the other hand, showed very little of this characteristic.
It was as if he wasn't originally from that place.
For this to happen, either Luke himself wasn't from Meteor City or...
But seeing how the other four regarded Luke as a companion, with not the slightest objection, Biscuit felt this possibility could likely be ruled out.
Then the only thing left was…
"He's also very skilled at disguising and deceiving, giving people a false impression..."
Biscuit's eyes narrowed slightly.
But after glancing at Luke, she shook her head slightly.
As a veteran in the art of deception, she possessed a profound skill in this area.
She could tell at a glance whether someone was lying.
Even when facing Hisoka, shirtless, handsome, and making her blush as she admired him, she was still able to pass information to Gon and Killua that he was lying.
It could be said that she was very confident in this area.
And what Luke had just shown...
Biscuit felt that he truly wasn't pretending.
"That's interesting..."
A hint of interest flickered in Biscuit's eyes.
He wasn't from Meteor City, yet he seemed to have come from there.
And yet he had so many people from Meteor City so convinced and following him.
And most importantly, he actually had a certain understanding of her, knowing her situation.
Biscuit could guarantee that she had only recently become like this.
Even some familiar professional hunters didn't know her situation yet.
And then, this sudden appearance of a young man exposed her.
"You were also mentoring that person named Wing, weren't you?"
Luke ignored Biscuit's assessment of Phinks and instead inquired about the matter.
"Yes, he's my apprentice."
After being recognized, the veteran driver frankly acknowledged her status as Wing's master.
"I'm currently teaching him, training him in Nen."
"Is that so?"
Luke pondered.
"What? Do you have any other opinions?"
Seeing Luke's expression, Biscuit asked in turn.
"..."
Luke gently stroked his chin.
"What do you think of Phinks?"
"I don't know much about his character, but judging solely by his combat abilities..."
Biscuit pondered for a moment and offered a professional verdict: "He's a very promising guy and not just this fierce, browless fellow, but also that Uvogin and Feitan from before."
"If these two are properly coached and guided, they will definitely become icons of their respective types."
"If I'm not mistaken, Uvogin and Feitan should be an Enhancer type and Transmuter type, respectively."
But then she frowned.
"Why are you asking me this?!"
As a seasoned driver, Biscuit was wary of this.
"You don't want me to instruct and teach them, do you?"
Biscuit spoke up first, shutting down the possibility: "Although, in my eyes, they do have excellent potential, and with proper polishing could become fine works… that doesn't mean I'll take on just any shining stone I see."
"A gem that sparkles with clear brilliance and one that glimmers with a murky black shine, those are two entirely different things!"
Even in teaching, she had her own principles.
And Biscuit naturally wasn't fond of reckless, unruly types like Uvogin and Phinks.
"You're overthinking it."
Luke interrupted his warning: "Those guys aren't the type to want anyone's guidance."
Well, Uvogin and Phinks aren't the kind of people who appreciate strict rules and regulations.
Only Luke can convince them.
They won't accept anyone else, even if it's to guide them in their Nen training.
And especially not someone as old and experienced as Biscuit…
"I have a feeling you're thinking something rude."
Biscuit stared at Luke, her tone oddly sharp.
This woman's intuition is truly remarkable.
"No."
Luke shook her head, then slowly stood up under Biscuit's slightly surprised gaze.
"We still need to find our companions, so we won't trouble you any longer, senior Biscuit."
After exchanging these polite words, Luke left with Nobunaga, who had been quietly observing without saying much.