Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

The rest... I guess he broke two ribs.

This is nothing to the Zoldyck family.

I'll just lie here for a day.

However, Nen (energy) is really quite convenient.

Recalling the sensation just now, Roy unconsciously pursed his lips; he was envious.

I want it so badly...

Cough... cough...

After a while, two muffled coughs came from a corner of the passage.

The person coughing was none other than Illumi, who had been kicked away.

"As expected of the Zoldyck family's strongest genius, I didn't even have time to react."

In the corner, Illumi, with his right hand on the wall and his left hand on his side waist, smiled slightly.

He didn't seem to care about his injuries.

However, although he was smiling, his eyes revealed a coldness.

The swirling and twisting energy he exuded in the air revealed the restlessness within him.

"What? You still want to fight?"

With a flick of his eyebrow, Roy spat out two thin, blood-stained needles, showing some impatience.

"Next time, I promise I won't kick your side... but..."

*Sizzle*...

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a chill on his chest, followed by a warm, burning pain.

"A 35% liberation of the body is indeed amazing, but Roy..."

"Time is your greatest obstacle..."

Illumi's voice, gentle and caring like a spring breeze, brushed against Roy's ear, his actions revealing cruelty.

He really is a pervert.

He glanced at the slender hand inserted into his chest; it was strangely pale, with veins bulging like dragons on its surface.

Roy knew this was a high-level assassination technique from the Zoldyck family... ripping out a snake's heart while it's still alive!

By instantly altering the structure of the hand joints, turning the fingers into sharp claws, they can directly penetrate the chest cavity and crush the heart. Experts can even remove the heart without leaving a drop of blood.

"A genius who hasn't yet grown up is just a relatively large ant."

"I just need to squeeze it so gently..."

As he spoke, Illumi's right hand, which was inserted into Roy's chest cavity, tightened slightly, and his cold and oppressive gaze swept over Roy.

"Then you'll die..."

"This feeling isn't so bad, don't you think?"

Illumi smiled, a sickly look appearing on his face.

MD stands for mental illness.

Can't be bothered, can't be bothered.

Seeing Illumi's eager expression, Roy knew that if he didn't say something soon, this day next year would probably be his death anniversary.

"The parasol tree!"

He turned his head away, no longer looking at Illumi, and called out to the other side.

"Take me back quickly, I still have one more day of confinement left!"

He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, and there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes behind the lenses.

He knew that Illumi was already obsessed.

Beep beep... beep...

He pulled out his black phone from his pocket and expertly dialed a number.

Beep... Beep... Beep...

"Feed..."

After the busy tone, a calm and indifferent voice came from the other end of the phone.

"master....."

Wutong held the microphone with both hands, lowered half of her head, and answered in a low voice, giving a general report on the situation at the scene.

After several dozen seconds, it seemed that the owner of the voice had made a decision. Wutong walked over with the phone in her hand, and only stopped when she was almost at a safe distance from Illumi.

"Young Master Illumi, it's the master on the phone."

Illumi looked conflicted and didn't immediately take the phone.

His murderous intent was rising, and his desire to crush Roy's heart had reached its peak.

Fortunately, he still retained some rationality, and after a few seconds of hesitation, he took the phone.

At that moment, both Luo Yi and Wu Tong breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems my life is temporarily spared.

"Father....."

"Illumi?"

The voice on the other end rose a decibel; it was a question, but more like a confirmation.

"it's me."

"He is your brother."

The voice on the other end of the phone said this in a confident tone.

After a moment of silence, Illumi said:

"I see."

"There won't be a next time... Illumi..."

The person on the other end of the microphone didn't say what followed, but anyone could hear the unquestionable attitude in his tone.

"Okay, give the phone to Roy."

"OK."

Give me?

No way, what kind of conspiracy is this old man plotting?

Roy took the phone with surprise and brought the receiver to his ear.

"Roy, are you badly injured?"

A gentle voice came from my ear, like a normal father caring for his child.

But Roy didn't think so at all. He had only met the owner of this voice a few times over the years, and each time it brought him a bad experience.

At the age of three, he was mercilessly thrown into the dense forest to play a deadly game of hide-and-seek with vicious poachers. At the age of six, he was abandoned on a 5,000-meter-high mountain to fend for himself. At the age of seven... eight...

Every encounter and meeting was telling Roy one thing.

The Zoldyck family doesn't need family members, but a tool—a useful tool; a useless one... well, that's useless.

So if given a choice, Roy wouldn't want to become a Zoldyck.

"If having a hole in your chest is considered nothing, then I should be fine, right?"

Roy felt a cool yet warm touch on his chest and smiled wryly.

"Is that so? Illumi really doesn't know his own limits. I'll make him apologize to you later."

The voice in my ear remained as gentle as at the beginning, without any fluctuation.

This is the Zoldyck family: a cold and indifferent bond of kinship.

Upon hearing this, Roy remained unmoved.

He's already used to it, hasn't he?

"Yeah?"

Roy's voice returned to its flat tone, devoid of emotion.

However, the voice on the other end of the microphone didn't seem to care about Roy's attitude, and just said something along with it.

"You're eleven years old now..."

"Twelve now, Father."

He was still indignant and couldn't help but interrupt.

Isn't it too detached for a father not to even know how old his child is?

"oh....."

The tone was still gentle, the voice still flat, just like at the beginning.

"Give the phone to Illumi."

The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly stopped talking. Although Roy was puzzled, he still handed the phone to Illumi.

Illumi calmly took the phone, then placed one hand on Roy's chest and began to talk.

He didn't hear the specific details very clearly.

However... he did clearly hear the words "mission," "reward," and "Meteor City."

A few minutes later, Illumi hung up the phone and casually tossed it toward Wutong.

He then slowly withdrew his right hand from Roy's chest and used a needle to stitch up and bandage his wound.

It has to be said that Nian is convenient; his wound went from bleeding to stopping the bleeding to being stitched up in just a few breaths.

In fact, you can't even see the stitching marks unless you look closely.

After doing all this, Illumi gently lifted Roy's delicate, youthful chin with his blood-stained hand, a playful smile appearing on his face, and said:

"Dear little brother, would you like to go out and play?"