Hunter x Hunter: From Obtaining the World to Beyond Heaven

but.

She actually fell for it.

If Qiduo knew that she was thinking such things about her student behind her back, her reputation as a "good person" would be instantly ruined!

The thought of Qi Duo looking at her with disdain and saying:

"Mother-in-law, disgusting."

Bisky felt that Lake Möbius was no longer a suitable place for her to live.

Haha, there probably aren't any humans on the Dark Continent, so I'd better go live there.

Dia looked at Bisky, who was stunned by his words and fell into a daze, and couldn't help but feel confused.

Is it really that important to her? Is Kido's opinion that important to her?

In fact, Keito was aware of Bisky's hobbies, but since Bisky had watched her grow up, Keito had always respected her and never commented on her hobbies.

It was precisely this respect that prevented Bisky from behaving too outrageously in front of Kito, even though what she did do was already quite outrageous.

"Dia, the ticket has been purchased, and the room is 117."

At that moment, Silva's calm voice came through. He held a key in his hand and spoke succinctly.

They had just climbed to the airship's cabin door using the spirit beasts, and then directly pulled open the sealed cabin door, scaring the poor flight attendant half to death.

Silva then went to buy a ticket, while Dia wandered around in the airship.

As a result, they encountered Bisky with a strange smile on her face, and couldn't help but go up and negotiate.

Chapter 195 Double-Sided Coin × The Sneaky Bisky

At noon, Kunxi would stare blankly at Lake Rusti.

He fantasized about his brother coming back, waving his hand again and again.

Just like the day he left.

"The lake there was calm and still, as if something terrible had already happened."

That's what people under 25 in the village always say.

Kunxi is twenty-nine years old this year.

He was young then and couldn't remember whether it was noon or afternoon, only that it was an unprecedented downpour.

At that time, the clouds surged and filled the sky like a bustling market.

That day he had just heard the sound of the ocean waves.

Then the torrential rain collapsed.

Time made him forget the name of that tornado.

But that year, in the rainy city of Dalatland, it seemed as if every alley was hosting a sorrowful funeral.

"A tornado? Ha, that's what they told you?"

Kunxi turned his head blankly, looking at the man who walked up to him on his own.

He was about 1.85 meters tall, with a thin face, bright eyes like black gemstones, long black curly hair, and a cigar about five inches long dangling from his lips. He asked with a smile.

Seeing that Kunxi remained silent, staring intently at the cigarette in his mouth, the man picked up a cigar and offered it to him, saying:

"You smoke? The Binli brand, have you ever tried it?"

Kun glanced at it; the cigar was half-smoked, and if he didn't take it, it would go out on its own in five minutes at most.

Kun shook his head, refusing the cigarette, and said:

"A tornado can't sweep up a city, but that's what 'they' say, so we can only believe it."

"Pfft—If someone said that kind of bullshit in front of me, I would definitely twist their head off."

The man chuckled and put the cigar back in his mouth.

Kunxi immediately became curious about the person in front of him and asked:

"Nobody here would argue with the government, and nobody smokes such expensive cigars. Where are you from?"

"Brother, you're too young."

The man exhaled a puff of smoke, the white smoke obscuring his bright black eyes. He waved his cigar and casually said:

“People here used to think they were above everyone else and wouldn’t listen to those people in black leather shoes. They only smoked this kind of cigarette, and if they didn’t finish it, they would just throw it away.”

"Twenty-five years ago, I lived in Dalatlan for six months every year, staying only in the best hotels, and the owners there wouldn't charge me."

"My name is Maoli, I'm a beautician, and what's yours?"

Mori put one hand in his pocket, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

Kunxi looked him up and down, and said succinctly:

"My name is Kunxi. I used to be a meteorologist, and now I'm a fisherman."

"You're a man of few words, and I like that about you. Here's my advice: don't come over for the next few days."

Mori, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, looked down and rummaged through his pockets, pulling something out and saying:

"Three days later, something will fall from the sky here, and then the tide will rise until it submerges where you are standing."

Kunxi glanced at him but didn't say anything; he never believed any hearsay or nonsense.

"I know you don't believe me, let's make a bet."

Mori was not surprised at all by Kun's wariness, and took out a coin on his own.

He tossed the coin into the air, and it tumbled through the air, revealing the national flower, the iris, and a large "one"—it was a standard Ochima coin.

Snapped!

As the coin fell, Mori pressed his right hand down, covering the back of his other hand, and asked:

"Whether it's a word or a flower, if you guess wrong, just listen to me and go back."

"..."

Kunxi fell silent for a moment. He had a special skill since childhood: exceptional dynamic vision.

Just as the coin fell, he clearly saw a large "1" pointing upwards, so he said:

"It is a word."

Mori opened his palm, and to his surprise, there was a delicate jasmine flower pattern. He then said:

You're wrong.

Kunxi's eyes flashed with astonishment. How could this be? He clearly saw words!

Could this Mori be a magician?

Swish!

Maori casually tossed the coin in his hand toward Kunxi.

Seeing the coin fly towards him, Kun instinctively reached out and caught it, then opened it to see—

It's another pattern of jasmine flowers.

When Kunxi looked up, the man named Maoli had already disappeared.

"..."

Kun frowned, and as if possessed, flipped the coin in his hand—

It is still a delicate jasmine flower.

After a long silence, Kunxi turned and left.

A gust of wind blew, and the rising lake water swallowed up his footprints, leaving no trace.

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"Mother-in-law, is there something you're hiding from me?"

Kido looked at Bisky with a face full of suspicion.

These past few days, she's kept seeing Bisky going in and out of the room, sneaking around and disappearing somewhere.

Then he acted mysteriously, not daring to look at her, just like a husband secretly meeting his lover.

Bisky turned her face away guiltily and said:

"No, no..."

She dared not say that she had been spending the past few days with Diya.

If Qiduo finds out, the two of them will definitely run into each other.

Two things she didn't want to see would happen then—

First, Dia would tattle to Qiduo, and then she could carry the train and escape Lake Möbius overnight.

Secondly, and most importantly, Kido will definitely be tricked by that cunning boy into revealing the information they (actually only Kido) have gathered!

After spending the last few days together, Bisky was almost certain that they had the upper hand in terms of intelligence.

While both were gathering intelligence, the intelligence brokers that Diya found were clearly of a much lower caliber, and in three days they only managed to find out a rough background about the "Four Thieves of Fujiang" from back then.

In other words, aside from knowing that they were three men, one woman, and a leader of unknown gender, and that they were very powerful, there was almost no other useful information.

We can't let Qi Duo soften her heart and give up this perfectly good advantage...

Bisky gritted her teeth as she thought about how Dia had been taking advantage of her these past few days and using her as a punching bag.

"It's alright, we'll reach our destination tomorrow. Once the airship arrives, we'll just give him a good beating!"

Bisky comforted herself in this way.

However, seeing that Bisci was hesitant and unwilling to speak, Qi Duo did not force the other party to do anything.

After all, she doesn't like to force others to do anything; at most, she'll make a request. If Bisky isn't willing to say, there must be a reason.