Hunter x Hunter: From Obtaining the World to Beyond Heaven

"All delivered?"

A deep voice came from behind him. The man turned around and saw a burly worker walking towards him. He said:

"Yes, these candies were made on short notice, and the quantity is much smaller than before."

The worker smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and said:

"At least there's still some, isn't there? Manager Ove, oh no, I should call him Factory Director Ove, hahaha!"

The worker and the man named Ove clearly had a very good relationship, and the worker kept teasing him, which made Ove give a helpless smile.

"Oh, not at all, it's not even close to being established yet, it's too early to talk about that."

"That brat is dead, so you're the most qualified. Who else could it be but you?"

The worker said nonchalantly, then added with a hint of confusion:

"Who did this guy offend? He had only been the factory manager for a short time when he was killed, and by a sniper rifle no less."

"Who knows? The kind of person he is doesn't listen to anyone's opinions, he doesn't even care about the protesting workers, he probably has offended a lot of people long ago."

Ove spoke somewhat awkwardly, and the worker smiled and replied:

"That makes sense. I've disliked him for a long time too. It's a pity you were injured and recovering during the protests, so you didn't see his arrogant attitude. It was infuriating!"

Ove replied casually, chatting idly, but his thoughts drifted back to the day he wanted to commit suicide.

That day, he was beaten by a group of thugs who came from nowhere because he opposed the new factory director's orders, and they even threatened to kill his whole family.

Ove, covered in wounds, knew perfectly well who had sent these thugs, but there was nothing he could do about it.

He was just a syrup factory manager with a little savings. Although he was highly regarded among the workers, he had no way to deal with the factory director who was in charge of the syrup factory.

In his despair and humiliation, he even considered faking his own murder by the new factory manager to incite the workers' anger and take revenge on that guy.

But that day, just as Ove stepped onto the train tracks, ready to face the oncoming steel behemoth, he was pulled back by a kind passerby and even scolded by him.

Having returned from his brush with death, Ove no longer harbored the weak thought of suicide. Instead, he began to use his reputation to incite workers to march, and eventually, even many onlookers joined the march.

Although it ultimately seemed to have little effect, and even the raw materials for today's sugar were provided by Mr. Lu Ren, at least they tried.

As Ove watched the mayor's policy about to be implemented, he knew that once the square was demolished, his plan to continue the tradition of handing out candy on anniversary would be completely shattered.

Although he was disappointed, he learned to accept reality and decided to quit his job after today and go to work with his friends.

But the turning point came last night when the new factory manager was mysteriously shot in the head. As the most suitable candidate, it was almost certain that he would succeed him as the new factory manager. In an instant, he went from hell to heaven.

And all of this is thanks to the kind person who pulled him back that day.

'It's a pity I was foolish enough not to get my benefactor's name. He was probably taking a walk with his younger brother when he unexpectedly saved me...'

Ove felt a pang of regret; he hadn't been able to give his benefactor and his brother a piece of candy as a token of his gratitude today—it would have been too impolite.

At that time, all I heard was my benefactor educating his younger brother, and it seemed he was calling his brother... Jack?

At this moment, the little beggar who had quietly squeezed out of the crowd squatted by a fire, carefully licking the candy, as if he had tasted the most delicious food in the world, and showed a happy expression.

The fire burned brightly, warming him comfortably. He was already very content with this kind of life.

He suddenly remembered the uncle who had the same eye color as him during the day. He felt that the uncle looked very kind to him, so he gave him a raincoat.

What's that uncle doing now? He's probably eating candy too...

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National Highway 103.

In the dimly lit field, two long yellow lights suddenly flashed.

A white van with a few bullet holes sped along the national highway, its headlights cutting across the dark plain and startling away a few roaming wild animals.

The car was silent. The driver was a young woman with purple hair. She glanced casually at the rearview mirror and saw Kuroro in the back seat with his head down and his face in shadow.

Uvogin and Nobunaga huddled in the back of the van, their spirits low, without uttering a word.

After a long while, Kuroro raised his head and looked through the car window at the brightly lit city of Pati behind him, the place where Chrollo, Kubi, Shizuku, and Peel-off were buried.

This is the greatest battle loss the Spiders have ever suffered, and what's humiliating is that they don't even know who killed them.

Hisoka should know, but he's dead...

Kuroro recalled the day Shizuku died, and how Hisoka had returned her belongings—that carrot—that were her last possessions. He must know who killed Shizuku.

But just hours before, Hisoka had so decisively betrayed them, and then died from his own sniper shot; all of this was ultimately impossible to trace...

Night fell slowly and heavily, just like the inescapable shadows and darkness in Kuroro's eyes.

Chapter 129 Everyone Eats Candy × The End of Patty

"Shall we leave now, Yank?"

Mitchellston looked calmly at the young man before him and asked.

The young man nodded and said:

"Well, now that we know who we are, it's time to go."

After saying that, he turned to leave, but then suddenly turned back and said:

“Mr. Mitchellston, thank you for your guidance. I’m sorry I haven’t become the person you hoped for. From now on, I’ll just stick with my friend…”

Sadness showed in Maji's eyes. He felt he had to give up everything from the past and start over.

"Is it necessary? You just made a mistake because you were drunk, plus you were ambushed from behind by that C-level wanted criminal. That doesn't prove that you've completely failed."

Mitchellston's point was simple: a temporary setback shouldn't be taken so seriously that it's worth giving up everything from the past, the hard-earned hunter's license, or even one's own name.

Maji shook his head and said:

“It’s not because of my failure, but because I can’t accept that I let Hebrah escape from containment because of my negligence. I share in all the sins he committed after his escape.”

"But Hebrahim had already been killed by a policeman named James, and there is no evidence that he committed any crime after escaping containment."

Mitchellston wanted to continue persuading Maggie.

But Machi was clearly mentally prepared; he said softly:

“That is someone else’s glory. The name Yank now only represents sin. Mr. Mitchellston, I will use the name Machi again to become a crime hunter, not… Associate.”

Maji paused after saying the last two words, then turned and left.

Mitchell didn't say anything, just crossed his arms and watched him walk away before turning to meet up with Yinda to catch the last train.

The year Yank became a hunter was the same year he was proctoring the hunter exam. He had hoped that this young man with a rare sense of justice would become a criminal hunter.

However, one day the other party suddenly told him that he wanted to follow Pariston and become a professional hunter.

The so-called "assistant hunters" are hunters who specialize in completing tasks commissioned by the government or corporations. They are usually considered by other professional hunters to lack practical combat skills.

Later events proved this to be true. A year after becoming a member of the Associate, Yank was killed by a weaker wanted criminal due to alcoholism and negligence.

If it weren't for his ability [Even wild dogs have three lives] activating at the right time, there probably wouldn't be the Maggie we are today.

Maji walked outside, a few snowflakes fell on his head, and he walked back the way he came. Sure enough, under the streetlight, he saw the blonde woman.

She was smoking, carrying a large violin case containing her sniper rifle, when she saw Maggie return and said:

"I prepared myself mentally for two days, but I was back in just half an hour."

Maji glanced at her and asked casually:

"Weren't you insisting on getting revenge on Mr. Mitchell yesterday? Why did you run away after just one look from afar?"

Shi Ba's hands stiffened, and he suddenly said impatiently:

"I went to finish the mission I took on earlier! I need to kill that office worker so I'll have enough money to buy a new car!"

"Buy a new car? What about the minivan?"

Maji was taken aback when he heard this. Why did he suddenly want to buy a car?

Shi Ba angrily threw his cigarette butt on the ground and said:

"When I came back just now, I found it was gone. I don't know which thief was so blind, not stealing any of the new cars on the street, but stealing that old van that was full of bullet holes!"

'Who told you to never lock your car doors...'

Maji walked forward silently, casually tossing out a sentence as he passed Shiba:

"Come with me. I can't control what happened before, but don't become an assassin anymore."

"Huh?"

Shi Ba was startled. Seeing Ma Ji's figure gradually disappearing into the distance, he immediately chased after him anxiously, shouting angrily as he ran:

"What do you mean by that?! What do you mean by 'following you'? I'm the boss!!"

The sound drifted along the street, moving through the alleys and lingering for a long time.

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Vincent remained standing alone on the rooftop of the Empire State Building, untouched by the wind and snow.

He was looking down, silently gazing at Patti City in the snowy night, lost in thought:

'As I suspected, the factory manager of that syrup factory was indeed problematic, but I didn't expect him to be reselling supplies to other countries...'

'But now he's also been killed by an unknown sniper...it's become a headless mystery.'

'But that old bastard Isori, how could he, as mayor, not know about this? It seems that even if it indirectly strengthens Biyangde's power, we still have to tell him and replace him as mayor...'

A dangerous glint flashed in Vincent's eyes. He had gone to so much trouble to save Iso, only to find out that the other party was a traitor.

He wouldn't mind doing one last small favor for Qiduo and Dia, and getting rid of this disobedient guy.

ding dong~

Suddenly his pocket trembled, and he took out his phone to check:

"Mr. Vincent, Happy Memorial Day! Come and have some candy! —Dia"

There was also a lollipop icon in the background, which made Vincent smile knowingly.

He put his phone away and didn't actually go, because when he rushed back to the Empire State Building from East Lake, he saw Miss Qi Duo already walking in that direction from afar.