An airship took off from the Hunter Association's exclusive airport and headed towards the Heavens Arena.
At the sa ti, in a luxurious mansion in Spice City, Ellie turned off the TV and fiddled with a pink phone in her hand. She really wanted to send Law a ssage or give him a call.
However, when she thought about the fact that Law didn't take the initiative to contact her, she gave up the idea.
"Kenda."
Ellie stopped playing with her phone, then looked at Kenda, who was standing beside her, and said, "Help find out what qualifications are needed to get a 'seat' at the Battle Olympia."
The 'seat' she referred to wasn't just any spectator seat, but the VIP seat, one of the extrely limited spots reserved for the elite.
Kenda understood imdiately and said, "I'll get right on it."
After said that, he left the room to start working on Ellie's request.
No matter how unreasonable Ellie's requests might seem, Kenda would always give them his full support.
Heavens Arena.
The battle between Law and Atomu ca to an end. Although the restless reporters hadn't managed to interview Law, they still spent a fortune covering the event.
With the Battle Olympics on August 8 approaching, the reporters were eager to hype up a few dark horses, and Law, being the youngest, was a perfect candidate.
Therefore, reporters took advantage of the mont when Law just defeated Atomu and went all out in praising him, almost making Law a once-in-a-century prodigy.
However, Law was too lazy to pay attention to this. As the new Floor Master of the 230th floor, he now had control over the entire floor. Except for the competition venue, which couldn't be altered, the other rooms could be renovated according to his preferences.
Law did plan to stay at the Heavens Arena long-term, so he wasn't particularly concerned about the renovations. He simply had the staff clear out Atomu's belongings and chose a larger room as his living quarters.
The floor was spacious, with plenty of rooms, so Law invited Buhara and the others to co to the 230th floor and pick their own rooms.
Buhara, of course, was more than happy to oblige, eagerly following along. Even Uvogin and the others quickly moved to the 230th floor, casually selecting rooms and settling in.
Atomu had occupied the 230th floor for a long ti, and many of the rooms had been modified. Among them was a martial arts room, which seed to be a room he used specifically for training. It was large and filled with various training equipnt.
After discovering this room, Uvogin and Nobunaga were thrilled. The two of them spent their days training in the martial arts room and then relaxing in a room that had been converted into a bar.
In the blink of an eye, two days had passed since the match. Law sent a ssage to Sanbica, who replied with a single emoji before going silent.
That day, Biscuit ca to Law.
The mont he saw Biscuit, Law guessed her purpose.
According to their agreent, since Law had defeated Atomu, Biscuit's role was complete and she would leave.
"I'm leaving now."
Biscuit walked into Law's room and spoke as she walked.
She got straight to the point, then walked over to the fridge, pulled out a can of beer, opened it, and took a sip.
Law closed the door and then asked, "When?"
"Tomorrow." Biscuit replied after downing half the can in one go. She then walked over to the couch and plopped down.
"So soon?" Law looked at her.
"I've wasted enough ti on you. I even missed the annual 'Stone Gambling Conference' on Mount Aplicos. Besides, there are plenty of places I've been wanting to visit. I only changed my plans temporarily because of you."
Biscuit casually placed the empty can on the table and sprawled on the couch like a lazy cat. As she spoke, she waved to Law.
Seeing her gesture, Law imdiately understood. He hurried to the shoe cabinet, pulled out a magazine featuring handso n from the top shelf, and brought it over to Biscuit.
Handing the magazine to Biscuit, Law said, "Can't you stay a few more days?"
Biscuit glanced at Law, flipped open the magazine, and refused: "Nope. I'm leaving tomorrow."
Seeing how determined Biscuit was, Law sighed softly. Although he knew this day would co eventually, he still felt a deep sense of reluctance.
After spending more than a year with Biscuit, Law had grown accustod to her occasional teachings. If Biscuit suddenly wasn't by his side, Law wasn't sure how long it would take for him to get used to it. The most important thing is...
"What, can't bear to let go?" Biscuit glanced at Law with a hint of amusent in her eyes.
A year wasn't a long ti, but it was the first ti Biscuit had spent over a year teaching a disciple. Fortunately, she is very satisfied with Law and felt that the ti spent on him was worth it.
"Sigh, of course, I can't bear it!"
Law's face was filled with frustration, and he said miserably, "If you leave, what should I do?"
Seeing Law's deep emotional display, Biscuit raised an eyebrow, withdrew so of her attention from the magazine, and focused entirely on Law.
"Sigh…"
Law let out another heavy sigh, turned his back to Biscuit, and continued mournfully: "This isn't just about not wanting you to leave, Biscuit, I can't even imagine how I'll get through the days without you."
"Just thinking about it makes feel terrible. I don't know if I'll be able to sleep well after you're gone. Maybe I won't be able to sleep at all? After all, I've gotten so used to..."
The thought of Biscuit not being by his side filled Law with sorrow.
"It's all my fault..."
Hearing Law's heartfelt confession, Biscuit was so moved that her eyes were filled with tears. She hadn't expected Law to beco so dependent on her.
"It's all because I'm too reliable that I made you so dependent on . But, everyone has to learn to be independent. Starting tomorrow, you'll have to try to get used to it."
There were tears in Biscuit's eyes as she looked at Law's back, as she also felt a sense of reluctance. For a mont, she beca sentintal.
"I will, but I have a request that I hope you can agree to." Law slowly turned around, his face filled with obvious worry.
"Go ahead, I'll agree to anything." Biscuit sniffed and almost cried because of her 'delicate girlish heart'.
Law nodded solemnly and said seriously: "I want you..."
Biscuit's eyes widened, waiting for Law's next words, but her face twitched slightly when he continued.
"To have Cookie give a massage for three hours tonight... No, four hours. Wait, make it six hours. Just thinking about how hard it'll be to enjoy Cookie's massages after you're gone makes my heart feel so cold and empty. It's really painful."
Law looked at Biscuit, whose face was gradually turning darker, with an extrely sincere expression. He had long been accustod to having Cookie massage him every day.
"Heh heh…"
Biscuit forced a smile, slowly clenched her fists, nodded and said, "Fine, I'll have Cookie give you a six-hour massage tonight. But before I leave, I have a request too."
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That night, Law had the Heavens Arena's staff prepare a kitchen and ingredients within an hour. Then, with a head full of bumps, he prepared a large feast to bid farewell to Biscuit.
"One, two, three... eleven, twelve... huh?"
Buhara counted the bumps on Law's head with his fingers, but halfway through, he realized he had counted wrongly. It's mainly because the bumps were too dense, and counting them was like counting stars.
Seeing the bumps on Law's head, Uvogin and the others knew who did it even without asking, and they imdiately felt secretly happy.
The two of them had never gotten the better of Law, so they were very happy to see that soone could put him in his place.
"What did you do?" Machi helped Law carry the dishes and elbowed him lightly as they returned to the kitchen.
Law glanced at her, lowered his voice, and said, "Let's not talk about this. If we talk too much, it will only bring tears."
"…" Machi.
Once all the dishes were served, Biscuit sat at the main seat.
Buhara secretly swallowed his saliva, thinking, 'Hurry up already.'
Knock, knock.
At this ti, soone knocked on the door.
In an instant, everyone turned to look at the door.
Law didn't rember ordering anything else. He hesitated for a mont, then stood up and walked over to open the door.
Outside the door was an old man with a ponytail and wooden clogs.
"Hmm? It seems I've arrived at just the right ti."
The old man tilted his head to the side, looking past Law's body at the feast on the table in the room.
Seeing the old man, Law was stunned.
"Chairman Netero, why are you..."
Inside the room, Biscuit stood up imdiately upon seeing the old man.
"Oh."
Netero scratched his cheek and shalessly said, "I just happened to be passing by. By the way, if it's not too much trouble, I'd like to join you for dinner."
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