He didn't make a move, just stood there with his arms crossed, watching the other's attempt to flee with a teasing expression. Phinks knew there was no escape; soone would step in for him.
"Heh?"
Feitan didn't even blink when he saw the curly-haired man's actions, just let out a "heh" before his figure suddenly vanished.
...begging for rcy???
"How fast!!!"
This ti, the expressions on Killua and Gon's faces turned more serious. They initially thought Phinks was fast enough, but now it seed that this Phantom Troupe mber nad Feitan was even more incredibly swift.
"I can't even see his movents at all..."
Killua pressed his lips together, his eyes fixed intently on the scene ahead. As a prodigious mber of the Zoldyck family, aside from his assassination skills, his speed was what he was most confident in. But in front of Feitan, Killua suddenly felt that his strength was insignificant.
"I have to beco stronger!!"
He silently resolved in his heart. Killua glanced at Gon's expression beside him. It wasn't just him; even Gon had a serious look, clearly also shaken and impacted.
"It seems we can't be careless in this ga; while clearing the levels, we also need to train our strength..."
Killua and Gon both recognized the reality. anwhile, the curly-haired man had no escape from Feitan's attack. At his speed, in front of Feitan, not to ntion fleeing, any other movents were also completely suppressed.
Swish!!
Before he could retreat far, a sharp blade appeared from behind, slicing directly into the curly-haired man's thigh. A cold gleam flashed, splattering two patches of blood. The curly-haired man's thighs were intact, but at the heel, there were thin slits on both sides.
"Go ahead, keep running."
Feitan's movents were swift, with not a drop of blood on the blade. The curly-haired man collapsed in response.
"My legs..."
He looked incredulously at his feet, clearly still attached to his body, yet he couldn't feel them at all.
"I've severed your Achilles tendons and foot tendons."
Feitan stepped forward with the knife. "Tell us the information quickly. Otherwise, it won't be as painless and gentle as now."
Feitan's tone was calm, but the aning in his words was chilling. Phinks also stepped forward, efficiently dislocating the man's limbs with a sound like "crack," leaving him powerless on the ground.
"You don't have a single card left in your book. Your limbs are dislocated. If you don't want to die, answer our questions honestly. Understand?!"
Phinks swung his fist, speaking coldly. The curly-haired man looked at Phinks and Feitan in terror, swallowed hard, and nodded frantically. Mom, these newcors are terrifying; I want to go ho!
Though he was willing to cooperate, unfortunately, he encountered Feitan. Even if he spoke the truth, Feitan would verify it again, helping him recall any missing or intentionally forgotten information.
Feitan hadn't interrogated anyone in a long ti. anwhile, as Gon and the others had entered the ga, beginning their journey, in the tech-savvy initial room...
"Ging's son has entered."
Eliza held a cup of coffee in one hand and sent this ssage to the GMs on Greed Island.
"Finally, has that kid arrived?!" Dwun and List, who were crazily envious, wondered if he would have the sa jerk personality as Ging?!
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Dwun was the first to reply to the ssage.
"Finally, we've been waiting for this. By the way, what does Ging's son look like? Does he look exactly like Ging?"
"If not, I'll have a good laugh at him—his own kid doesn't even look like him, hahaha!!"
Dwun could only use this sort of self-consoling humor to comfort himself, though it was completely useless.
"It seems our ti here is about to co to an end."
List sent a smiley face emoji: "I just wonder if Ging's son has what it takes to clear our ga?"
"Exactly! Our ga is really tough; other players have been at it for years without success!!"
Dwun was howling again: "Even if he's Ging's son, it should take him a few years to clear it, right?"
"Not necessarily."
Eliza slowly sipped her coffee, "I've seen Ging's son. He's a pretty good kid, with the sa determined look in his eyes as Ging."
"Plus, he's wearing a hat that Morin gave him. It seems to be a useful item. Clearing the ga shouldn't be a problem."
"Morin's item, huh?"
At the ntion of this, both Dwun and List fell silent.
If Morin were to lend a hand, then clearing their ga might not be difficult at all.
"But Morin probably won't get involved."
In the Liiro Castle, List used his GM privileges to check Morin's ga login status.
"The last login was several years ago, around the ti before the release when he was training Hashidoro. This place probably doesn't interest him much anymore."
"Plus, the Nen ability cards on the island aren't much different from the effects of his items.
"Moreover, with Ging orchestrating Gon's training, Morin has no reason to get involved."
"Speaking of which, it's been over a decade since Morin first ca here; ti really flies."
List mused, not expecting Morin to intervene.
"Besides the eyes, how's Ging's son in terms of personality?"
The speaker was Eliza's twin sister, Elena.
"He wouldn't have the sa jerk personality as Ging, would he?!"
Yes, this was a crucial question!!
List's eyes sharpened instantly, and Dwun began excitedly typing on his keyboard:
"If Ging's son inherits even that jerk's personality, when I et him, I'll definitely give him a rundown of his dad's 'great achievents,' and maybe settle a few scores!"
He blustered.
List silently gave Dwun a thumbs-up.
Though he didn't say it out loud, he unconditionally supported Dwun's sentints.
The world has suffered under Ging's antics for too long!!
"As for personality? Actually, it's not too bad."
Eliza recalled her conversation with Gon: "Aside from looking and having eyes almost identical to Ging's, I feel he's entirely different in other aspects."
"Gon doesn't have Ging's reckless, jerk-like tendencies; they're almost like opposites..."
She silently added to herself:
"He's not as wise as Ging appears to be—he's quite simple, maybe even a bit too simple."
Compared to Ging's almost omnipotent, multi-talented genius, Gon seems more innocent and endearing.
One is annoyingly reliable and never causes worry; the other is adorably charming, making you want to befriend him.
It's undeniable that while both Gon and Ging have their own charismatic personalities, they are indeed two extres when it cos to interaction.
"That's good, as long as he doesn't inherit Ging's personality."
Dwun and List both breathed a slight sigh of relief.
"By the way, where's Razor? Why hasn't he logged in yet?"
They suddenly noticed this situation.
"Sorry, I'm late."
Just then, Razor's ssage appeared, fashionably late.
"What's going on? This isn't like you, Razor. You're usually late to every eting these days."
Dwun teased: "Did a new beautiful prisoner join on your side, and now you're so smitten you can't even bother with etings?"
"Don't let it be that when I co to drink with you, you've lost all your muscles!!"
List chid in, agreeing:
"Razor, the more isolated the island, the more we must restrain ourselves."
He "kindly" reminded him, actually stirring the pot:
"We can't start indulging just because of this long, boring life!"
"As a skilled Nen user, you must learn to stay firm and not be swayed by the outside world..."
"Hold on!"
Razor interrupted List's endless speech.
"What are you talking about? I just finished a volleyball ga with so pirates and saw the ssage."
Razor felt baffled.
"Yes, yes, of course, we get it."
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