Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

"Why is it you?"

The figure behind the giant wooden crate also asked the same question.

"Heh... What a small world."

Upon seeing the figure behind the giant wooden crate, Fica couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

"Good luck to you, I'm leaving now."

Fica looked the seemingly delicate and petite figure up and down, clearly noticing the dark red bloodstains on her chest.

Although he felt reluctant, he still refused to have any further contact with them.

Because the figure behind the giant wooden box was none other than the Kuruta girl who had been wearing a sailor uniform earlier.

However, the Kuruta girl was no longer as arrogant as before; instead, she appeared weak and dejected.

He was completely different from before.

"etc……."

The Kurta girl called out to Fika, who was about to leave.

"Um?"

Fica turned to look at the girl with some confusion.

"What do you want?"

"Don't go out, there's a man outside with those dark gold brass knuckles."

After saying this, the Kurta girl didn't look at Fika again and hid behind the giant wooden box once more.

Fica was taken aback, somewhat puzzled as to why the girl would remind him.

Doesn't she hate herself?

If I go out on my own, wouldn't it be perfect to run into the brass knuckles guy?

Fika stood silently in place, neither going out nor approaching the girl again.

He simply found another box not far from the girl and sat down.

"Hmm, it seems nice to have someone with me."

Fica tilted his head back, glanced at the dark deck, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Gradually, he closed his eyes...

No one knows how much time passed, but when Fica opened his eyes again, the night had receded and daylight had returned.

Mmm... I slept so well.

He stretched lazily, letting the light stream in through the window.

This was the first time Fica had slept so well. For so many days before, he had been hiding and running away, never having a single day of peace.

"Hey, I apologize. I was really rude on the deck earlier..."

"sorry!"

In the quiet and warm storage room, Fika broke the silence first.

However, his apology went unanswered.

It seemed the girl's attitude towards him remained unchanged.

The quiet warehouse returned to its quiet state, but Fica's emotions were in turmoil.

Is she still angry with me?

Should we apologize again?

Uneasy, he unconsciously approached the giant wooden box where the girl was.

Snapped!

The sound of his footsteps stepping on broken pieces of wood startled him awake.

Huh? ...Huh?!

How did I get here?

Seeing himself standing less than half a step away from the giant wooden crate, Fica's mouth gradually widened.

He felt somewhat lost and helpless.

Instinctively, he quickly stepped back, trying to distance himself from the girl.

Just then, the pale, bloodless face of the Kuruta girl suddenly came into his view.

Wait... why is her face so pale?

"Hey, are you alright?"

Confused and surprised, Fica called out to the girl.

The girl did not respond.

"Feed...feed..."

He called her name twice more, but the girl remained silent.

He's not dead..., is he?

Silently reciting a phrase, Fica tentatively extended his right index finger and placed it on the tip of the girl's nose.

The warm air brushed against my fingers, carrying the unique scent of a young girl.

call.....

Fica let out a long sigh of relief.

Thankfully, I'm still alive.

Thankfully, he quickly laid the girl flat and carefully examined her wounds.

The dark red bloodstains were most noticeable near the girl's side waist, and blood was still seeping out around them.

This can't go on.

Looking at the girl's bleeding wound, little medical knowledge is needed.

Fica had already determined that if things continued like this, the girl wouldn't last long and would bleed to death.

Is there any way to do this?

Doctor? Medicine? Bandage?

Fica's eyes quickly scanned the warehouse, hoping to find something that could help the girl.

But all he saw were countless boxes of all sizes, and nothing else.

What should I do?

Are we just going to let her die like this?

Fica glanced at the increasingly pale-faced girl again, and his mood became somewhat impatient.

He didn't want the girl to die.

Stop being so dense, think faster!

Think quickly!

Think of another way!

He frantically slapped his head, showing no mercy.

Just then, a figure slowly appeared at the doorway.

He was tall and strong, with blond hair and blue eyes.

It was the man wearing the brass knuckles.

"Oh dear... what did I just see...?"

"A dying girl and a boy suffering unbearable pain..."

"This is really interesting."

The man brandishing the tiger cudgel spoke in a mocking voice that echoed throughout the warehouse.

It also startled Fika, who was on the verge of self-harm.

Instinctively, he immediately stepped in front of the girl.

"Can you let us go?"

Fika's voice was almost pleading.

"certainly....."

The man with the knuckle duster had a slight upturn at the right corner of his mouth, revealing a faint smile.

"No!"

"We're going to kill everyone on this ship, leave no one alive..."

"How could I possibly let you go?"

"You agree, right, Eileen?"

With a smile, the man with the knuckle duster turned his head to look at another figure that slowly appeared behind him.

Her figure was alluring, graceful, and captivating.

It was the red-haired, blue-eyed woman who had previously wielded the Crimson Flame Whip.

Tap tap tap.....

The high heels clicked sharply against the ground.

The red-haired, blue-eyed woman slowly walked to the man with the knuckle duster, gently resting her chin on her small hand, and said:

"Zet, you really have no sense of romance."

"The pure feelings of childhood are invaluable."

Snapped!

A voluptuous woman with red hair and blue eyes flicked her crimson whip.

"Yeah?"

"My teenage years were spent rolling around in piles of dead bodies. I think it was when I was eleven years old, I smashed thirty heads."

The burly man with the tiger-shaped brass clenched his fists, making a cracking sound, clearly already gathering his strength.

"Pah, what a fool!"

The red-haired, blue-eyed woman's long whip began to glow an unnatural deep red, as if her thoughts were clinging to it.

Even when facing two small children, these two showed no sign of letting up, appearing to be going all out.

He looks like a battle-hardened warrior, or perhaps a pirate?

Fika glanced at the cross-shaped skull tattoo on the necks of the man with the knuckle duster and the red-haired woman, and remembered a faction the chieftain had mentioned.

Seven Seas Netherworld Thief!

A legendary pirate who roams the seven seas... a vicious group that disregards nations and the Hunter Association!

That's it, I'm doomed!

How could it be them?

What to do? What to do? Is there any other way?

Fica's heart was pounding faster and faster, and the man with the knuckle duster and the red-haired woman were getting closer and closer to him.

It doesn't take a second, just the moment the two sides make contact.

He and the Kuruta girl are 100% a perfect match! There's no chance of escape!

At this critical moment of life and death, the last words the clan leader spoke about the Seven Seas Netherworld Thieves suddenly came to mind.

Fika, remember this: you can't mess with the Seven Seas Netherworld Thieves, and you definitely can't mess with the Zoldycks either.

Because there seems to be some unclear relationship between the two sides, I was fooled by Silva and Bolt when I was young...

Zoldyck... Seven Seas Underworld Thieves... Zoldyck...

Zoldyck!!!

My boss is a Zoldyck, isn't he?

A flash of lightning struck Fica's mind, and he immediately opened his mouth wide and roared out a sentence.

"I am a member of the Zoldyck family!!!!"

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