Chapter 166: Brotherly Love and Respect
In the room of the Fourth Prince of the Kakin Kingdom.
The luxurious living room was empty, with voices coming from the direction of the bathroom.
"I say, Mark, what's the deal with these two women? Their minds are filled with nothing but fashion and sex. They don't know who Higgs is, nor do they understand ES and IPS. They haven't even heard of La Liga or Serie A, let alone Kant and Hegel."
Amidst the sound of running water and rising red mist, the Fourth Prince's complaints echoed.
"They know nothing of Baifeng culture, are unaware of Fechner's Law, and have no clue about the Goldbach Conjecture. For them, Janáček might as well be a fairy tale, and they're completely ignorant of multicultural exchange theories."
"At the very least, before hitting on them, you should have asked if they know the capital of the Kakin Kingdom, the name of the ruling party, or the king. That's the bare minimum standard for being considered human."
The Fourth Prince glanced down at the two horrifying human skins on the bathroom floor and remarked, "Peeling the skin of pigs or monkeys—what's the difference from simple dissection? What I pursue is the comprehensive art created by promising young people under extreme conditions."
"Then send two more women over, the sooner the better. And have Tony come up immediately."
...
After his bath, the Fourth Prince sat in the living room in his pajamas, sipping red wine while admiring the tattoo artist named Tony as he inked eerie patterns onto the two smooth, delicate human skins.
Just then, the phone rang.
It wasn't a subordinate reporting another target but a call from the person the Fourth Prince despised the most.
"This is Benjamin."
A steady, authoritative voice came from the other end of the line.
The Fourth Prince raised an eyebrow and laughed, "Oh, big brother! What brings you to call me?"
"I've just received some good news, and you were the first person I thought of, my dear brother!"
On the other side of the city.
In the mansion of the First Prince.
A tall, imposing man with explosive muscles effortlessly held a ferocious lion locked against his chest with one brawny arm while casually making the call with his free hand.
This was the First Prince of the Kakin Empire, Benjamin Hui Guo Rou.
"Father has finally made a decision. He made it very clear: the one who survives to the end of this voyage will become the next king of the Kakin Empire."
"Oh, God, thank you."
Upon hearing Benjamin's words, the Fourth Prince let out a long sigh and gently closed his eyes.
He had been waiting for this moment for a very long time.
When his eyes opened again, they were filled with boundless darkness and malice.
"Now I can finally focus entirely on wiping out all those rotten, poisonous pieces of shit!"
The Fourth Prince's face twisted into a vicious grin as he laughed, "Tremble in your sleep, Benjamin! I will be the king!"
Though born of the same parents, the two brothers unanimously regarded each other as their greatest rival.
Listening to the maniacal laughter coming from the other end of the phone.
Benjamin's forehead bulged with veins, his right hand gripping the lion unconsciously tightening as he sneered, "From the sound of it, you're saying you're definitely going to win. You must be high on drugs."
...
The Fourth Prince had already regained his composure and said casually, "Just a natural high. Has this matter been notified to the others yet?"
"Father will likely send heralds soon to convey the specific terms to all my brothers, but I specifically wanted you to be the first to know." Benjamin seemed to treat the male lion beneath him as the Fourth Prince, his right hand continuing to increase pressure. "Because I'm going to kill you personally! I'm going to crush every single bone in your body with my own hands!"
"Oh, I'm so scared, I've practically wet myself. So please don't call me again, bye-bye."
Beep beep beep—
Roar!
The dial tone after hanging up sounded simultaneously with the dying cry of the male lion.
Benjamin glanced at the lion he had strangled to death, stood up, radiating terrifying killing intent from head to toe.
Meanwhile, the Fourth Prince was thoroughly admiring the work of the tattoo artist.
"Men who refer to themselves as 'this old man' and women who use first-person pronouns or their own names when referring to themselves are probably cut from the same cloth, don't you think?"
The Fourth Prince said this to the tattoo artist Tony.
But Tony knew these words weren't meant for him. The reason he had survived this long was not only because of his skills but also because he knew his place.
The faces of his siblings flashed through the Fourth Prince's mind one by one.
"The so-called seven deadly sins are actually missing one—ignorance. Fools without self-awareness are the most sinful of all sinners!"
"Those pieces of pork trash besides me are utterly unworthy of becoming king! They don't deserve it at all!!"
...
At the same time, the world-renowned battle at Heavens Arena finally reached its conclusion with a massive explosion.
"Right now, I'm hundreds of meters away from Heavens Arena where a large-scale explosion occurred!"
A frontline reporter was broadcasting from the scene.
"The area is flooded with fire trucks and ambulances—it looks just like a battlefield."
The TV screen switched to the arena scene, showing the complete destruction of the main fighting platform, with the explosion even affecting the spectator stands.
"The explosion occurred during a Floor Master match restricted to members only. It's likely one of the competing fighters used a bomb!"
"Rescue operations are underway while investigations are being conducted simultaneously!"
"It appears there were numerous casualties in this match, including the opponent Hisoka, but more detailed reports will require additional time. This has been the latest report from Star TV's frontline correspondent."
Heavens Arena scene.
After confirming Hisoka's complete death, all members of the Phantom Troupe departed, leaving only Machi behind.
Because Machi had taken Hisoka's money—if Hisoka ultimately lost and died, she was responsible for handling his burial.
"The injuries aren't as severe as expected," Machi remarked, looking at Hisoka's corpse. "Before the bomb puppet could get close, two hundred puppets that had received the destruction command surrounded him tightly, which actually seemed to cushion the impact."
"So the real cause of death wasn't the explosion itself, but suffocation from oxygen deprivation caused by the human wall and the blast."
Machi crouched down and said, "We've known each other after all. Since I've already been paid, I'll do some basic suturing to make your departure more dignified."
As she spoke, Machi drew out her Nen threads, preparing to perform cosmetic work on Hisoka's corpse.
Just then, something shocking happened.
Hatsu!
An incredibly powerful Hatsu was actually emanating from Hisoka's corpse.