Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

After Roy left, the girl in the sailor uniform had no intention of getting entangled with the red-haired boy anymore, and followed Roy into the cabin.

Then the red-haired boy glanced at Bolt, the middle-aged man who was still on the deck, smiled awkwardly, and went inside as well.

Only Bolt remained at the scene.

After everyone had disappeared, Bolt's weathered, middle-aged face gradually changed.

A sea breeze blew by, and the middle-aged man with greasy, sparse hair and a weathered face completely disappeared.

Instead, a handsome and refined young man appeared, his face bearing the marks of time, with a cool and profound gaze.

"What an outstanding group of young people."

The young man looked up at the azure sky and sighed.

"Yes, they are a very interesting group of children."

On the railing of the third deck, a handsome man with long brown hair looked down at the young man and spoke.

"Sahn, you're here..."

"Not only me, Zet and Eileen came too."

"So Bolt, when do we start?"

The young man with tea-colored hair turned around, placed his hands on the railing, and lazily leaned back.

"No rush... let them enjoy themselves a little longer."

Turning to look at the boundless sea, the young man took out a milky-yellow pear wood mouthpiece and a silver-white harmonica, and began to play.

He was elegant in posture and relaxed in expression.

Buzz...woo...buzzing...woo...

A moment later, an unknown melody was played from the mouthpiece of the harmonica.

Facing the sea breeze, drifting in the waves.

The harmonica's melody was melodious and gentle, like silk threads, lingering and poignant, like willow catkins drifting in the wind.

It sounded like it was coming from a very far place.

..........

The Ogley, first floor, central restaurant.

What is this?

Looking at the dark, unidentified lump of matter on the plate in front of him, Roy couldn't help but ask a profound question.

Another person with the same question was the red-haired boy who had just been on the deck.

He was angrily yelling at a middle-aged chef wearing a white top hat standing at the kitchen window.

"What is this thing?!"

"What is it? Food, what is it?"

The middle-aged chef, wearing a white topknot chef's hat, spoke in a bland manner.

"You're saying this is food? Who's it for? To feed the dog?!"

*Smack...*

With a sharp crack, the red-haired boy slammed the plate against the window. The unnatural impact caused the black object in the plate to tremble and release wisps of green liquid.

Green? Black?

How did these two colors come together?

Seeing the liquid spilling from the red-haired boy's plate, Roy's brows furrowed even deeper.

"Boy! Are you trying to rebel?"

"A bunch of pigs in the economy class, this is all they deserve to eat."

"Do you understand?!"

The middle-aged chef stopped what he was doing, stuck out half of his greasy head, and reprimanded him without any politeness.

"Damn it! Eat shit!"

The red-haired boy smeared the plate on the middle-aged chef's face and then spun him around a few times, not quite satisfied.

Oh dear... that's too violent.

Sitting in his seat, Roy sighed inwardly.

But... I like it.

This young man still has some temper.

Seeing the red-haired boy's "generous" and "straightforward" actions, Roy's impression of him changed drastically.

I think this red-haired boy is pretty good.

"asshole!"

The middle-aged chef, his face covered in a mixture of black and green, stormed out of the dining room in a fit of rage.

The moment he stepped outside, he grabbed a Western-style dinner knife and stabbed at the red-haired boy.

It's clearly designed to kill young people.

"Good timing..."

The red-haired youth roared and, instead of retreating, advanced, squeezing in front of the middle-aged chef in one step.

Before the knife could pierce his chest, he punched the middle-aged chef in the large belly.

In an instant, the middle-aged chef was blasted back even faster than before.

Tap tap tap.....

The middle-aged chef completely lost his balance and knocked over several chairs before finally coming to a stop.

"Cough cough... cough cough..."

The red-haired boy's punch nearly displaced his internal organs, and a few drops of blood, sweet and metallic, involuntarily spilled from his throat, causing him to cough uncontrollably.

"You all saw it, but he struck first."

The boy glanced at the middle-aged chef, who was clearly seriously injured, and quickly spread his hands around to show his innocence.

He was a little afraid of being kicked off the ship, even though he hadn't bought a ticket in the first place.

He got this for free through his own abilities, so of course he didn't want to go down there.

The crowd gathered in the restaurant were shocked by the middle-aged chef's miserable state and the red-haired boy's self-deceptive defense.

Without prior arrangement, they all turned their heads away, refusing to respond to the boy's words.

Although they also disliked the middle-aged chef's attitude and the unidentified black object on the plate.

But as the middle-aged chef just said, they were all pigs who could only afford the lowest-class tickets.

What right do they have to demand better treatment? They should be grateful for even having the chance to board the ship.

Many of them had used up half their life savings to buy these tickets.

All for the sake of going to Mirachin, the capital of the Republic of Batokia, to work and study, and to change his fate.

This is the lifelong dream of the town's residents.

So... no matter how much they were oppressed or looked down upon, they had no complaints.

After all, no matter how hard or tiring it is, it's only for a month, but what they're seizing is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

And Roy, the laborer from his previous life, was actually quite similar to them.

But... things seem different now, don't they?

"Yes, he struck first."

Roy's clear, childlike voice traveled through the restaurant and the crowd, reaching the ears of the middle-aged chef and the red-haired boy.

"you....."

The middle-aged chef, enduring the pain, gritted his teeth and pointed a finger at Roy, his anger palpable.

"And you too, you all just wait, the captain will come and deal with you."

The middle-aged chef pointed at Roy, then at the red-haired boy, and limped back to the kitchen, dragging his large body along.

The first thing he did upon returning was to contact the captain of the Ogley and give him a brief account of what had happened.

After receiving the captain's solemn promise that he would deal with Roy and the red-haired boy.

He endured the excruciating pain and slowly moved to the shop window where he had started.

He yelled at Roy and the red-haired boy:

"You're all dead. The captain will be here soon."

"Just you wait!"

"I think you're asking for it!"

The red-haired youth cracked his knuckles as he strode over, his expression menacing.

Upon seeing the boy's appearance, the middle-aged chef dared not utter another word...

With a bang, he slammed the window shut.

He doesn't want to see the red-haired boy right now.

Seeing this, the boy didn't make things difficult for him anymore; an ordinary person wasn't worth making a big fuss about.

However... the one thing he didn't expect was that Roy would actually speak up for him.

The Zoldyck family doesn't seem as scary as I imagined.

The red-haired boy glanced at Roy not far away and smiled in greeting.