Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

Buzz.....

The gust of wind generated by the high speed blew up Fica's red bangs, and the dark gold brass knuckles were clearly reflected in his eyes.

Getting closer and closer, getting bigger and bigger.

At this critical moment.

"Zoldyck?"

Accompanied by a rough retort.

The blond man's brass knuckles stopped at Fica's forehead.

"Are you with the Zoldyck gang?"

Fika nodded eagerly:

"Yes, my boss is a Zoldyck, and I'm his underling."

"Little brother?"

The red-haired woman wielding the Crimson Flame Whip loosened the whip that was wrapped around the neck of the Kuruta girl.

"I've never heard of the Zoldycks taking on any underlings. They're assassins, not gangsters."

"You're not kidding us, are you, little brother?"

"Heh... How dare I..."

Fica swallowed hard, looking at the two who, although still hostile, had lessened their killing intent considerably, and knew that he and the girl's lives were temporarily spared.

"My boss's name is Roy Zoldyck, and he's on this ship."

"If you don't believe me, I can take you to him."

Seeing the two men's hesitant gazes, Fika quickly added.

"Yeah?"

The blond man and the red-haired woman exchanged a glance, temporarily abandoning their thoughts of killing Fika and the Kuruta girl.

They didn't completely believe what Fika said; they were just wary of the name Zoldyck.

That's the king of the night, a prestigious family in the assassination world.

Anything related to it is worth considering, after all, the Zoldyck family is not as constrained as the Hunter Association or national organizations.

If they kill their people, things will get complicated.

"Yes, I swear my boss is a Zoldyck."

Seeing their skeptical attitude, Fica once again confirmed it firmly.

"Zet?"

The red-haired woman looked at the burly blond man and tightened her grip on the Crimson Flame Whip.

She handed the decision-making power to the man; as long as Zete nodded, she would mercilessly twist and break the slender, fair neck of the Kuruta girl.

"Um....."

The blond, burly man paced back and forth, deep in thought.

Kill them?

Or should we hold off on killing them for now?

If we kill them? If they really are Zoldycks, then that will cause that person a lot of trouble.

If they don't kill him, the monster will catch him and eat him, which would be a great tonic for it, especially for a young man with such good aptitude and strength.

While pondering, the blond man glanced at Fika out of the corner of his eye and made a rough assessment of his strength.

It seems we can't let them get away with this....

Click.....

With a sharp crack, the blond, burly man suddenly struck, dislocating Fica's arms in an instant.

Fica was completely unable to react to that speed and power.

"Eileen, take them back first."

Then he turned to the red-haired woman and gave her instructions.

Snapped!

In a flash, a deep red figure suddenly appeared beside the blond, muscular man, and fiercely attacked him.

That was the whip the red-haired woman lashed out with.

thump...

The dark gold brass knuckles collided with the iron whip, producing a dull thud.

"What's wrong with you?!"

The blond, burly man angrily deflected the incoming whip.

"What's wrong with you?!"

"I've said it before, no one can order me around."

Crack!

The red-haired woman lashed out her long whip in the air, creating a loud bang.

"Don't you know?"

Upon hearing this, veins began to bulge on the blond, muscular man's forehead, and his loosened fists unconsciously clenched.

Damn, this crazy woman, I think she's asking for it.

A strong killing intent rose in the blond, muscular man's heart.

He wanted to tear the woman in front of him to shreds, to utterly and completely rip her apart.

This desire was incredibly strong.

Just as he was about to make his move, a blurry figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

If I kill her... that person will be unhappy, won't they?

After all, the mission is not yet complete.

I thought of that gentleman with brown hair, handsome face, and elegant and noble demeanor.

The blond, muscular man managed to restrain himself.

call......

He exhaled a long breath, slowly calming himself down, and then said, word by word:

"I'm so sorry... Eileen."

"Excuse me, may I take her back?"

"sure."

The red-haired woman smiled sweetly and gently flicked the Crimson Flame Whip towards the waist of the Kuruta tribe girl.

The long whip, like a serpent, wrapped around and coiled around the girl.

Rustling sounds...

Then she slowly dragged the Kuruta girl past the blond strongman.

"I'm leaving now, young man, I'm entrusting you with the task."

Accompanied by the red-haired woman's gentle words, they slowly disappeared through the doorway under the blond man's unfriendly gaze.

If it weren't for... that sir, I would have smashed your head in.

The blond, muscular man watched the red-haired woman leave, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

In that instant, he almost made a move at least three times.

But he tolerated it all.

But after that, Fica was in big trouble.

The blond, muscular man first delivered a straight punch to Fica's abdomen, rendering him unable to straighten up.

Then he punched him in the head again, making him pass out from the pain.

Then they carried him away like a sack of potatoes.

.........

In the center of the second deck, beneath the mast bearing the colorful national flag.

The Mediterranean poet, dressed in a grey robe, silently gazed at the rows of corpses.

"Saan, how many people are left...?"

After a long while, a faint sound came from his mouth, echoing on the empty deck.

"And... let me see..."

Behind him, a figure slowly emerged.

With brown hair and a handsome face, he was the important figure who had come down from the third floor earlier.

I saw his finger trace across a thin book...

"According to the boarding list, there should be 251 more people."

"No, that's not right. If we include the children who didn't buy tickets, there should be 254 people."

"Really? Three thousand six hundred people have already died?"

The Mediterranean poet's voice was filled with deep sorrow, as if he were lamenting the deaths of the dead.

"Bolt, this is a necessary sacrifice, you don't need to worry about it."

"Besides, we're pirates."

Snapped!

Saen, with his brown hair, snapped his fingers.

hiss.....

After the snap of the fingers, a distorted void suddenly appeared around the corpses.

"bite....."

Saen uttered a single word crisply.

As soon as he finished speaking, the void that appeared in mid-air suddenly emitted a huge suction force, instantly swallowing up the corpses on the deck.

"See, now there's nothing left."

Snapped!

With another snap of his fingers, the void in the sky and the corpses vanished.

"If you ask me, you're overthinking things."

"We are saving people, but we are saving the majority of them."

"If we let it eat any more... we might not be able to control it."

Saen slowly approached Bolt, raised his somewhat indifferent eyes, and looked straight at him.

"If that time really comes, we will be the sinners of all mankind."

"after all......"

"It is... a legacy of the Dark Continent."

"Deepdiver, Eumongard!"