Hunter x Hunter: From Obtaining the World to Beyond Heaven

Dia stuffed the bun in her hand into her mouth, reached out and rubbed Killua's head, then wiped the oil off her hands and said:

"Do I look that young? Call me 'Grandpa' from now on!"

Upon hearing this, Killua slapped Dia's paw away speechlessly. This guy, who looked like an unemployed bum, seemed to have some mental issues.

I finally managed to get out and have some fun during the mission. I was looking for a pedestrian to ask for directions, but I ended up encountering someone who didn't play by the rules.

Forget it, I'll just ask someone else.

Killua turned to leave, intending to ask someone else.

"Kid, weren't we looking for the Auchan Hotel? Aren't we going?"

Suddenly, Dia's soft voice came from behind Killua, stopping him in his tracks.

Killua turned to the side, glanced at the tall, strange man who was only slightly shorter than his father, and asked:

Are you sure you know?

Diya didn't waste any words with him, but naturally handed him the bun in her hand and turned to walk to the end of the street.

'steamed stuffed bun?'

Killua instinctively took what Dia handed him, and when he looked down, he saw that it was a pile of steamed buns.

What does this mean? Why are you handing me breakfast?

Killua was full of questions. Why did this person in front of him act so naturally familiar with him? Was he a human trafficker?

Could this steamed bun have been poisoned?

'No, he just ate one himself, and besides, even if it was poisoned, it wouldn't matter...'

Killua underwent extremely brutal poison tolerance training from a young age, making him completely immune to ordinary poisons.

Even poisons that could harm him would be expelled from his mouth by his body's instincts the moment they entered his mouth.

At that time, his food would be deliberately laced with various poisons from time to time, some strong and some weak.

Because of his special physical condition, the food laced with drugs tasted bitter to him.

Just like that agonizing time.

Looking back on those painful years, Killua couldn't help but feel grateful. If it weren't for the occasional chocolate candy that someone would bring him, he might have developed anorexia back then.

By the way, who gave him the candy back then?

"Kid, what are you standing there for? Eat if you want."

Dia's voice suddenly interrupted Killua's thoughts.

He looked up and saw that the strange man had already walked some distance and was looking back at him.

"oh oh……"

Killua casually replied with a few words, took out a steamed bun, and slowly followed in Dia's footsteps.

Do you really want to eat it?

Holding the steaming hot bun, Killua hesitated for only a moment before decisively taking a bite.

If it's poisonous, just kill that guy!

The moment the steamed bun entered his mouth, Killua froze.

This is it!

Killua silently swallowed the food in his mouth, and as his whole body relaxed, a dilemma began to linger in his mind:

'Why is it filled with vegetables...?'

Good news, the buns weren't poisonous; bad news, they were vegetable buns.

Killua doesn't like to eat vegetables.

Or maybe we should just throw it away secretly...

"Don't waste food, kid."

Just as Killua was about to take action, Dia threw out a sentence without turning her head.

'Huh!? Does this guy have eyes in the back of his head?'

Killua was immediately startled. He could see clearly that the strange man in front of him hadn't even turned his head!

"Eat up, kids won't grow tall if they don't eat vegetables."

Dia, still in her familiar tone, urged Killua on.

"I know, I know."

Killua replied impatiently, forcing himself to eat the bun despite the taste of the vegetables.

Then he took out a steamed bun, smelled it carefully to make sure it smelled of meat, and then took a bite with peace of mind.

Yes, it's filled with mutton.

And so, little Killua slowly ate his hot mutton buns.

To the sound of violins playing in the street, I followed closely behind Dia, whom I had only met less than five minutes ago, and walked forward.

Chapter 172 Finding Someone x Gun, Chamber Explodes

There is a type of person in this world.

They are born strongmen and rule-makers.

The world and society as a whole must adapt to them.

The characteristic of this type of person is that, at any time, they can take it for granted that others will do things according to their ideas.

Many years later, when Killua recalled his first meeting with Dia, he finally understood one thing—

Why did he so naturally follow Dia's rhythm, eating the bun and going with her?

Because Diana and Killua's father Silva share almost identical absolute self-confidence, he instinctively placed his trust in Diana.

This same trust was also entrusted to another boy of the same age when he was 12 years old.

That boy named Gon Freecss would be the closest he had ever seen to a "natural strongman".

But Killua, who was only 11 years old at the time, was unaware of this.

He just ate his steamed bun, watching the calm, unassuming figure in front of him.

"Are you a local? You seem to know the area very well."

Killua asked curiously, explaining that he had only been to this small town at the foot of the mountain once in his life, and his memory of that visit was completely hazy.

He doesn't remember who he came with, what he did, or even consciously trying to recall the event.

"No, I'm from Mingbo, the country next to yours. I'm here for tourism too, but I asked the breakfast shop uncle for directions to the hotel."

Dia led Killua through a maze of twists and turns, following the radar map in her mind, towards their target.

"What? You clearly don't know if you're on the right track or not."

Killua muttered to himself, speechless. He'd seen Dia leave without hesitation and assumed he was a local...

and many more?

Killua, belatedly realizing what Dia had said:

"Are you also looking for that inn?"

What a coincidence! Could it be a conspiracy?

Killer Instinct makes Killua begin to have doubts again.

"Yes, someone stole something important. I'm looking for him. I just found out he was at that hotel."

Dia answered Killua's question calmly. For such a sensitive person, a sincere answer at this time was enough to gain his trust.

"I see..."

Killua didn't ask any further questions. He could intuitively sense that the other person wasn't lying, and that was enough.

He then chatted with Dia casually.

Soon, the two arrived at their destination – Auchan Hotel.

This is a luxuriously decorated hotel with two long marble pillars at the entrance. The wooden door is covered with iron sheets and carved with beautiful patterns.

Upon entering the hotel, Dia and Killua asked the receptionist in unison:

"I'm looking for Lev Potovich!" ×2

The moment the voice came out, Dia and Killua looked at each other in astonishment.

Killua couldn't help but ask him:

"Why are you looking for him too? What did he steal?"

"A credit card, the owner of that card is very important to me. And you, kid, what do you want with him? Looking for relatives?"

Dia pretended not to know Killua's identity.

"How could that be? That guy just killed someone he shouldn't have, and I'm just here to take his life."

Killua said casually, while subtly revealing his identity as an assassin.

For some reason, he felt that Dia wouldn't be surprised or shocked by his identity.

As expected, Dia simply said "Oh" and didn't say anything else.

"Sir, I'm sorry, we have a policy here that we cannot disclose customer information."

The receptionist was a woman of average age, who was wearing a professional smile and formally refused Diya and her companion's inquiries.

'Tsk, this is troublesome. I'll have to pretend to threaten her a little...'

A hint of impatience flashed in Killua's eyes; he disliked those rules and regulations.

There are already so many rules up in the mountains, and if he finally makes it to the town at the foot of the mountain, and there are still so many rules, then his trip has been in vain.