Hunter x Hunter: From Obtaining the World to Beyond Heaven

He wasn't a psychopath who simply wanted to torture Xiao Bo. His only purpose in orchestrating that card game last night was to gather information about Pokson.

She's much better than the character Melina in the comics, who tricks people out of their first kiss and their freedom.

He originally intended to gradually bring up the punishment of exchanging information, but who knew that Poker would bring it up on his own initiative, and even more eagerly than him (laughs).

So he went along with it, and the reason he sought information about Pokson was quite simple—

She is the fourth prince's private soldier, and she is a [Special Ability]!

A rare talent, one in 3000.

Just looking at the Fourth Prince's behavior in the comics, Dia felt that sooner or later he would have to go up against that pervert!

So, since he was supposed to be on duty last night, he simply started collecting this information that might be useful in the future.

I made a little money along the way.

Chapter Twenty-One: Settlement × Yorknews Shooting Case

For the next three days, Dia did not make things difficult for the three poor private soldiers.

After all, he wasn't really going to monitor whether they would attack the prince.

As anyone who has read the manga knows, the fourth prince would never harm any of the other princes before the War of Succession begins.

During his three-day shifts, he stayed in the guard area to cultivate his [absolute] skills, and on his days off, he went to the training area to improve his physical fitness and strength. His life was fulfilling and simple.

He also frequently chatted with Drogbada and other guards, asking about the inside story of the bodyguard industry and the details of this mission.

And after easily defeating everyone in the arm-wrestling competition, he quickly became friends with them.

He doesn't know why, but sometimes he would see some guards secretly glancing at him during shift changes, and then pretending they hadn't done anything.

The royal guards took turns surrounding the twelfth prince from beginning to end, ignoring the reactions of others, making it impossible for him to obtain any information.

After a three-day journey, the airship finally arrived at Lin Gong Airport in Yorkshire on the afternoon of August 31, close to dinner time.

The airport was brightly lit at this time. Although it was not cleared out like when it took off from Kakin, a special area was cleared to keep it at a distance from other airships.

As the airship landed smoothly at Lin Palace Airport, the personnel arranged by the Kakin Empire to meet the Twelfth Prince in Youkexin quickly stepped forward to await him.

wow——

As the airship door opened, Drogbada and Dia stepped out first, followed silently by the rest of the group.

The guards dispersed on their own, and the escorts helped the twelfth prince slowly walk off the airship toward the prepared extended black armored vehicle.

The twelfth prince remained as serene as ever, not uttering a word, just like the gentle and dignified royal princess in the picture book.

Diya stood beside the convoy, glancing sideways at Mumu Ze as he walked towards the convoy with a blank expression.

Of all those present, perhaps only he knew that she was not some serene and dignified princess.

She is a pitiful person who grew up in a biased and distorted living environment, and therefore deliberately tries to present such a dignified demeanor.

It's probably because her mother told her that if she wanted to become a king, she had to maintain this attitude.

Just like the ending of Mumu Sawa in the manga—

Because of his mother's demands, he carelessly gave up his own interests and was the first to be killed.

Even before she was killed, she was still pitying her mother and younger brother's panic...

Even the condition for her guardian spirit beast to control others is to first ask, "Are you free?" and the other party must explicitly indicate that they are free.

They were quite polite, though.

boom!

The sound of the car door closing could be heard, and Dia arranged for the guards to enter the other cars in the back of the convoy.

He walked straight ahead and sat in the passenger seat of the front vehicle.

The fourth prince's private soldiers prepared their own small car and followed behind the convoy.

The convoy slowly started and headed towards the Red Dragon Hotel, a grand hotel that had been reserved in advance to accommodate important figures.

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Outside the Red Dragon Hotel.

The hotel manager was precisely timing the arrival of the VIP guests.

He then saw a long line of black cars approaching from a distance. In the center of the convoy was an expensive-looking, extended armored vehicle, and for some reason, a small white car was following behind the convoy.

Shila-

With a sudden stop, the lead vehicle of the convoy came to a smooth stop in front of the hotel. Diya got out of the passenger seat, looked around, and then walked towards the entrance.

The manager's eyes lit up, and he immediately strode forward, extending his hand and asking:

"Are you distinguished guests from Kakin? Your room is ready. Would you like to check in now?"

"Yes, we need to check the room first."

Dia shook hands with the manager. The room was booked by Kakin, but checking the room was an external matter and was handled by the security team.

Dia then called several team members and the manager to go check, while he went to Drogba to ask about the next steps.

"According to the schedule given by the lieutenant, the collections that the twelfth and fourth princes want will be auctioned off at the Southpis Auction House on September 5th. The airship to pick up the princes will arrive on September 5th, and then we will set off again."

Drogba said in a deep voice, and he also explained the general contents of the Yorknews auction to Dia.

For example, there's a ten-day auction extravaganza from September 1st to September 10th, as well as various other unique auctions.

Dia frowned, about to say something, when the guard returned to report:

"The room has been inspected and there are no problems."

Drogba nodded and turned to inform the guards to escort the prince into the hotel.

The private soldiers had silently walked to the side of the guard team, without saying a word, except for the occasional resentful glance directed at someone.

Dia ignored this, watching as Drogbada signaled to the guards, who then went to the convoy to fetch the long-awaiting twelfth prince. He was speechless.

'This is completely pointless! The same command is relayed twice. If the next attack comes, will the guards outside tell me, then I tell DeRozan, and then DeRozan tells the guards?'

Which dinner company came up with this double-layered security measure?

Just then, a quarrel broke out in the distance, and it sounded like two men's voices.

Just when no one was paying attention—

boom!

A gunshot rang out, immediately alerting everyone, and all eyes turned to the source of the commotion.

A man was seen trembling as he held a gun, a wisp of smoke rising from its muzzle, his face filled with fear and unease.

Before him lay a man covered in tattoos in a pool of blood.

At that moment, everyone in the convoy, including the security guards, bodyguards, private soldiers, and the twelfth prince, was wondering, what had happened?

Was it an accidental killing?

Or was it a revenge killing?

Will this affect the prince's safety?

Before anyone could make a judgment, three gunshots rang out so quickly they almost became a single sound—

boom! boom! boom!

At the same time, a bloodcurdling scream rang out:

"what--!!!"

This time it wasn't far away, but right next door, less than 10 meters away from the convoy!

Like a cat startled by a ghostly face suddenly appearing on a TV screen, a sense of dread, as if seeing a ghost, instantly filled the hearts of all the security personnel.

Everyone hurriedly turned their heads and looked in the direction of the screams. A man was lying on the ground, screaming incessantly. There were bloody holes in both of his knees, and his right hand had also been pierced by a bullet.

Beside him, a black pistol lay lying to the side, no smoke rising from its muzzle.

Who fired the shot?

At this moment, Dia slowly lowered the hand that was holding the gun, her eyes showing no emotion.

He found himself standing in front of the twelfth prince, the headlights of cars shining on him, the night wind making his tie flutter.

At this moment, Mu Muze, who was behind him, still maintained his dignified and calm demeanor.

However, a hint of stunned silence could still be seen in the gazes of the crowd fixed on the guard.

From childhood to adulthood, she had never left Kakin. As a prince who had always been ignored, she had never faced the crisis of assassination so closely.

Her royal composure helped her control her panic, but her lack of experience left her momentarily at a loss.

'Did I... almost die just now?'

The prince could be stunned, but the bodyguards could not. In just a moment, all the guards reacted and went on high alert.

The guards, as if waking from a dream, instantly erupted into chaos, displaying a professional level of response in a short time as they surrounded and escorted the twelfth prince into the hotel.

At this moment, Drogba was also terrified. A small oversight had allowed the enemy to get this close, which was undoubtedly a huge dereliction of duty. Fortunately, Dia reacted quickly enough.

Just three seconds later, the sounds of rioting broke out in the distance.

Drogba's extensive experience returned to his mind; he drew his pistol and caught up with the main force, warily observing his surroundings.

Dia followed Drogba at a leisurely pace.

When the twelfth prince finally entered the hotel, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Drogba looked at Dia and said gratefully:

"Luckily, Dia, you reacted quickly enough, otherwise it would have been all over."

Dia simply smiled at Drogba's gratitude and said:

"People are like a flock of pigeons. If one person looks into the distance, the others will follow suit. It's not hard to predict that someone with ulterior motives will take advantage of the situation."

At this moment, Mumu Ze, who was surrounded by the guards on the steps, seemed to have heard their conversation and turned to steal a glance at him:

'His name is...Dia?'