Hunter x Hunter: Call Me Master Inventor

"Phinx, Feitan..."

Kuroro looked at the two blocking his way, his tone calm:

"This is Uvogin's territory. Your 'area of ​​activity' doesn't seem to be here, does it?"

"ha!"

Phinks scoffed:

"Talking about territory in Meteor City? Do you think we're as stupid as Uvogin?"

He patted the beat-up motorcycle between his legs...

"With this treasure, where can't we go? Besides..."

His face suddenly darkened, and he gritted his teeth:

"That bastard Uvogin stole our things, of course we have to take them back!"

"That's called reciprocity!"

Kuroro understood.

He frequented church, had a good relationship with Father Lizor, and was well-informed.

I heard recently that the church distributed a small amount of food called "sticky rice cake"...

As a result, some of it was taken by Phinks and Feitan, and then Uvogin and Machi took it from them.

It seems this is the origin of the rift.

"No wonder Uvogin is so energetic today..."

Kuroro's face showed a look of sudden realization:

"Looks like he got some good food again, that's why he's so energetic chasing after us."

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, Phinks' anger flared up instantly:

"Where did that bastard get his hands on some good food this time?!"

"Isn't what you've already taken from us enough?!"

He grew angrier the more he thought about it, and kicked the motorcycle...

"I'm going to settle the score with him!"

Two people, one motorcycle, one baseball bat—the advantage is mine!

Finks' confidence surged instantly.

"However, settling scores is one thing..."

He stretched out his hand and held it directly under Kuroro's nose:

"Hand over the good stuff you have, little Clow~"

A skilled robber never lets any prey escape.

Kuroro was silent for a moment, then took out a worn-out videotape from his pocket and handed it over.

"That's more like it~"

Phinks stuffed it into his arms without even looking at it:

"Keep trying to find good stuff next time, hahaha!"

He grinned, then twisted the throttle sharply, carrying Feitan, and charged menacingly toward Uvogin.

Upon seeing this, Kuroro immediately grabbed Shalnark and slipped away without looking back.

Although he handed over a videotape, he still had something truly valuable hidden away—

A tattered but complete mechanical principle diagram book.

He was used to having multiple backup plans, using scrap metal to deal with potential robberies.

Finding trash in this garbage dump is perfectly normal, isn't it?

To survive in Meteor City, a place full of villains, muscles alone aren't enough; you also need brains.

It's perfect for fooling "naive" guys like Phinks and Uvogin.

"Uvogin...!!!"

A loud shout came from behind:

"Give me back my sticky rice cake!!!"

Hearing this sound, Kuroro and Shalnark ran even faster.

Kuroro glanced back briefly and saw Franklin also taking the opportunity to escape Uvogin, his face bruised and swollen, but he nimbly fled to the other side.

Great, someone's taking over the trouble. If we don't run now, when will we?

In Meteor City, conserving energy and avoiding unnecessary injuries are the keys to survival.

"Who else?!"

Uvogin wiped the blood from his face, the result of his fight with Franklin...

Ignoring the fleeing Franklin, they turned their attention to the new troublemaker.

When the beat-up motorcycle came to a wobbly stop in front of him, Phinks and Feitan jumped off and aggressively approached...

Uvogin twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a look of sudden realization:

"Oh, it's the two of you."

"So you've forgotten about us?!"

Phinks' forehead veins throbbed:

"Wokin, let me tell you! We'll get back double the sticky rice cakes you stole before!"

"Sticky rice cake..."

Upon hearing this, Uvogin unconsciously smacked his lips.

Having just finished eating at von Clay's, the soft, sweet taste seemed to still linger on his tongue, making him involuntarily savor the memory.

"You bastard!!!"

Upon seeing this, Phinks flew into a rage, his finger almost poking Uvogin's nose...

"They're reminiscing, right?! They're definitely reminiscing!!!"

They stole our food, ate it all this time, and now they dare to reminisce about it right in front of us?!

What is this?!

In Phinks' eyes, this was nothing short of a blatant and undisguised provocation from Uvogin!

It’s tolerable, it’s unbearable!

Finks' fist, which was no bigger than a sandbag, clenched so tightly it cracked.

"Don't think that just because you ate our sticky rice cake you're... huh?"

Suddenly, the tip of his nose twitched, and he stopped moving.

Why is there a faint, familiar scent coming from Uvogin?

The faint fragrance of glutinous rice was almost exactly the same as the smell of sticky rice cakes he remembered snatching from other children!

That unique fragrance was etched into Fink's mind the first time he smelled it, and he still remembers it vividly.

This is why he was so resentful about Uvogin stealing the sticky rice cake.

He wasn't the only one who remembered that smell.

"It tastes like sticky rice cake."

On the back of the motorcycle, Feitan, carrying a long baseball bat, also confirmed in a low voice, his tone icy.

They both stole it together, so naturally they both remember it.

He narrowed his eyes, and a chilling killing intent began to gather in his gaze as he stared at Uvogin.

"Sticky rice cake~ It tastes really good~"

Seeing that he had successfully ignited the anger of the two men, Uvogin's grin widened, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of infuriating the other.

This greatly reduced the frustration he felt from his previous setback with von Clay.

Indeed, happiness is sometimes built on the suffering of others.

"I certainly enjoyed it all on your behalf!"

He deliberately dragged out his words.

boom!

This statement was like a spark that ignited a powder keg.

Phinks and Feitan's rage exploded instantly.

"I'll make sure you die right here today!!"

Finks roared and charged forward, swinging his fist.

He didn't care why Uvogin still smelled of sticky rice cake; all he wanted to do was punch that annoying face flat!

Feitan gripped the baseball bat tightly with both hands, his small figure following closely behind like a cheetah.

"Come on!!"

Uvogin, far from being angry, was delighted, his spirits lifted, and he roared thunderously:

"You think I'm afraid of you?!"

"I didn't get enough of a beating just now, so if one comes, I'll beat it up; if two come, I'll take them both on!"

Having said that, he charged at the two of them like a raging bull!

A great war is about to break out!

Thump! Bang! Crash!

At least, when Machi arrived, she saw a chaotic scene of Uvogin, Phinks, and Feitan wrestling together.

Trash flew everywhere, and fists, kicks, and sticks flew all around.

Machi observed the battle from the periphery for a moment, then bent down and picked up a fairly sturdy broken wooden stick from the ground.

She thought for a moment, then began to wander around the perimeter, occasionally seizing an opportunity to lightly tap Finks on the head.

Well, she also wanted to hit Feitan, but that guy was too short and slippery, making it difficult to aim.

Just as the garbage dump of Meteor City was in chaos due to the brawl between these future "villains"...

In von Clay's empty little house, a regular and stable fluctuation of psychic energy was emanating.