Hunter: I'm really not a mind remover

Chapter 113 Hisoka Smiles
The same prisoners who escaped from Fox River Prison.

The average sentence for these four people is as high as 500 years.

Without this incident, no matter how the sentence is reduced, they will have to die in prison.

Now that I finally got a once-in-a-lifetime chance of freedom, I naturally cherish it all the more.

This can be seen from the preparations for the sneak attack to the decisive escape.

They are really cautious enough, and they are especially cautious in their choices.

But they are out of luck.

In the starless night sky, part of the dark clouds have dispersed, and half of the moon is exposed.

The silver moonlight covered the ground, illuminating the appearance of the figure who was playing poker.

Tall, slender waist and long legs.

The red hair stands up wantonly, the cheeks are painted with teardrops and star-shaped makeup, the eyes are narrow and long, and the golden pupils are eye-catching.

This figure is Hisoka who came with Yi Ermi.

Compared with when the original book debuted, Hisoka at this point in time is younger and more aggressive, showing his sharpness.

He leaned against the building wall by the roadside, and the playing cards in his hand fluttered like butterflies.

His eyes fell on the lights in the distance, he seemed to be bored in every possible way, and he seemed to be thinking about what to do next.

Then, he noticed four men with cropped hair running towards him.

The golden pupils turned to the other side of the eye sockets, looking at the four inch-cut men.

"5 points, 2 points, 4 points, 9 points."

With just one glance, Hisoka gave the four inch-cut men a score.

At the same time, the four men who rushed here to stay away from Moyu slowed down reflexively because of Hisoka's aura at the moment.

The danger they felt from Moyu just now, in less than half a minute, they felt the same level of danger from Hisoka.

Hisoka didn't give them any chance, he just raised his hand and shot three poker cards.

shhhhh--

Accompanied by a slight sound, three poker cards pierced through the night and pierced into the foreheads of 2 points, 4 points, and 5 points with precision.

The three marshman prisoners graded by Hisoka were killed on the spot before they realized what was going on.

"Pu-poker!?"

Only the muscular man rated 9 by Hisoka survived.

He quickly glanced at the foreheads of his fallen companions, the deeply embedded poker cards ooze bright red blood.

An expression of disbelief and shock appeared on his face in an instant.

Hisoka took advantage of this gap and rushed forward to the muscular man.

However, he didn't attack the muscular man, and only looked at the muscular man closely with a scrutinizing gaze, as if he was expecting some changes.

"hateful……"

The muscular man who got a chance to breathe did not follow his inner fear and turned around to run away.

There is no escape.

He still had a trace of calm, after seeing Hisoka's speed, he clearly recognized this cruel fact.

If there is still a chance.

That is -

Take advantage of the opponent's carelessness and fight back.

The muscular man's thoughts turned quickly in a short moment.

He carried out the thought, stretched out his fist bone with his fingers, and slammed Hisoka's throat.

This may be his only chance to get out of danger.

Facing the desperate attack of the muscular man, Hisoka just tilted his head back, avoiding the ultimate move extremely lightly.

"Isn't it 'Swamp Man'..."

There was a hint of disappointment in the soft voice that disappeared with the evening wind.

Deliberately leaving one person is to wait for possible changes.

Since there is no...

Hisoka held the poker between his fingers, and the moment he passed the muscular man, the poker between his fingers crossed the muscular man's neck with the most concise trajectory.

Immediately afterwards, Hisoka took two steps forward, lifted the poker card stained with a little blood, and lightly pressed it against his lips, his golden pupils looked at the road ahead covered with silver frost.

"But there is another possibility."

Hisoka stared ahead, smiling behind the playing cards.

tom—

The body of the muscular man fell to the ground with a sound.

at the same time.

On the road ahead, Moyou came slowly, his body bathed in silver moonlight.

Hisoka looked at Moyu, the corners of his eyes were slightly bent, and his pupils showed a dangerous luster.

For Hisoka, the corpses behind him may or may not be swamp people.

If it is a marsh man, then in a one-on-one situation, the marsh man will suddenly greatly enhance his physical fitness.

If it wasn't for the marsh people, it would be the same as before, with no change in physical fitness.

On top of this, there is another possibility.

That is, there was a third party besides him and the marsh man at the scene.

So Moyou appeared in front of his eyes like this.

"Hmm~"

Hisoka looked at Moyu carefully, as if he was looking at a commodity in the window.

The body that has just finished killing is still in a very sensitive state, and now he still needs a fight to relieve his desire and needs.

His aggressive eyes glanced at the aura on Moyou, and Hisoka's aura became more and more active.

He originally heard that there was an underground black boxing ring here where life and death were decided, so he thought of coming here to see if there was a chance to "enjoy it".

For him, killing those men just now is like trampling to death a few ants on purpose, without too obvious feelings and feedback.

But now seeing Moyu...

Feeling lucky, Hisoka suddenly had a feeling of "finally seeing the main course".

"The reason why they are in a panic is you."

"..."

Moyou didn't answer, and looked at Hisoka calmly.

Through Hisoka's very personal style of dress and items such as playing cards, Moyu has confirmed Hisoka's identity.

This is one of the outstanding characters who always shows the "extreme self" in the original work. He has quite strong comprehensive strength, is keen on fighting, and has always regarded the pleasure generated in the battle as his life pursuit.

Many times, in order to satisfy this deformed desire...

Once Hisoka believes that the target still has the potential to grow, he will never kill him, and even help the target grow.

The reason for doing this is to wait for the green apples to ripen, and then enjoy the pleasure of picking them with your own hands.

Therefore, Hisoka was jokingly called a fruit farmer who likes to grow apples.

Moyou didn't expect to meet Hisoka here, and was deeply surprised, he felt Hisoka's gaze, and he appeared simply.

If it was the former Moyou, he would choose to stay away from Hisoka with a high probability based on the principle that more things are worse than less things.

But now Moyou, in order to pursue potential perception rewards, chose to face Hisoka directly.

Unlike the last time, he was forced to fight the Il fans for self-protection.

This time, it was Moyou who took the initiative to find Hisoka.

Although there is no grievance or enmity, he really wants to have a head-on confrontation with a master like Hisoka.

No matter what the result is, he can accept it.

And now there are still six years before the original plot, with Hisoka's current strength, coupled with the increased strength of the shadow clone, there may be a chance to win.

If it goes well, you might get double rewards again.

"..."

After reading this, Moyou slowly raised his right hand, and immediately hooked his fingers towards Hisoka.

come.

This is a very obvious physical gesture.

Then--

Hisoka smiled.

They met by chance, looked at each other, and immediately started a fight without enmity or resentment.

Before that, even the step of communication was omitted.

This outrageous thing just happened between Moyu and Hisoka.

Hisoka's bursting emotions merged into his thoughts, and the aura surrounding him suddenly became more surging.

The battle is imminent.

(End of this chapter)