Capítulo 58: Chapter 55: Settling the Debt
"You're now eligible to challenge the floor master," a Heaven's Arena staff member informed Raymond as he exited the arena.
"You won't need to register for fights anymore. Just make sure to visit our office on the 200th floor if you want to challenge any floor master."
Raymond nodded in understanding as he turned to find someone who appeared to have been awaiting him.
"I thought you'd be thrilled to see me," Hisoka greeted him with a chuckle as a smirk was playing on his lips.
Raymond ignored Hisoka's jest, instead inspecting his arms and legs.
Despite not having been sewn back on by one of the member of the Phantom Troupe yet, they seemed to be functioning normally, "Your arms and legs seem intact. I was hoping they'd deteriorate somehow..."
Raymond felt a tinge of surprise within him. It appeared that Hisoka possessed a level of skill in Nen manipulation that Raymond hadn't anticipated.
"Oh, this?"
Hisoka nonchalantly toyed with his arms, detaching one as if it were a piece of Lego before reattaching it.
"Well, I'm barely hanging on though."
He remarked with a gentle smile, provoking a disgusted expression from Raymond.
Hisoka chuckled at Raymond's reaction as he continued leaning on the wall as Raymond continued walking.
"Are you still playing with those thieves?"
"Why? Don't you already know?"
Hisoka replied with a knowing smile, fully aware that someone of Raymond caliber would most likely already had the answers.
Although Hisoka might not be well-versed in all aspects of the world, he certainly had knowledge about significant entities like the Celestia Consortium, which happened to be under the person standing before him.
Why was he so certain?
Because no one would be stupid enough to dare using Celestia as their surname...
[If celestials exists, there can only be one celestial! And that is the Celestia Consortium!]
Those arrogant words were their motto...
This phrase was widely known in society, having been broadcast during a press conference a few years back when they were asked by the reporters.
"If his information was restricted, there must be more to it," Hisoka's eyes gleamed with a cunning light.
The Hunter Association didn't limit access to information lightly. There had to be a compelling reason for such restrictions beyond mere wealth and influence.
And more importantly, the one who had lurked in the shadows all this time was now stepping into the light.
Hisoka felt his whole body tense as he licked his lips, "I'm sure he'll throw a party soon..."
And Hisoka was all for it!
"There's this annual auction in Yorknew City that was supposedly canceled," Raymond stated, brushing off Hisoka's words as he strode past him.
"It's all just nonsense," Raymond continued, "The auction will still be held, but only the invited can participate in it."
"And why should I care?"
Hisoka chuckled, his desire to confront Raymond growing stronger with each passing moment.
However, he forced himself to suppress the urge, curious about the kind of party Raymond might soon throw.
"Aren't you all a bunch of thieves? Knowing such information might come in handy, don't you think?" Raymond shook his head, his expression unreadable.
Hisoka's eyes gleamed with a hint of understanding, realizing what Raymond was getting at.
"I'm a new guy. You think they'd buy it?"
Hisoka shook his head.
Raymond lightly frowned as he replied, "Just do what you're told. Isn't she coming over soon?"
"...You know she's coming?"
Hisoka was slightly taken aback that Raymond was privy to such information.
Despite his outer appearance that seemed fine, Hisoka still needed his arms and legs to be stitched up.
That's why he had to request assistance from a member of the Phantom Troupe who possessed the necessary skill.
Raymond chuckled softly, coming to a stop and meeting Hisoka's gaze directly, "Nothing in the world could escape me..."
Despite the smile, his eyes betrayed his true feelings, conveying a sense of unease. Hisoka couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.
Understanding the significant power backing Raymond, Hisoka realized why he could speak so confidently.
Suddenly, the situation seemed much more serious to him.
It was all fun and games until he realized that his every move might be under surveillance.
Raymond continued to walk away, casually waving his hand as he spoke. "Don't forget it, you owe me one, okay?"
"..."
Hisoka's expression shifted to one of nonchalance as he watched Raymond's figure gradually fade down the corridor, his mind already at work.
"...Kekeke, it's not like I can do anything about it, can I?"
Hisoka chuckled once again, deciding to shift his focus to more exciting matters.
His expression took on a peculiar look as he muttered to himself, "Let's hope he invited me to the party..."
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city...
A man, his expression fraught with urgency, hurried through the bustling streets of downtown.
Glancing around nervously, he slipped into a nearby phone booth.
His fingers were trembling as he dialed a number, his eyes darting around anxiously until the call finally connected.
"The number that you're calling---"
"And thine eye shall not pity; but life shall go for life, eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot..."
But before the voice could finish, the man abruptly cut it short.
As his words trailed off, the phone line fell silent, leaving the man to stew in his growing anxiety as he waited for a response.
"...Agent 84?"
"Agent 84 speaking..." The man's voice trembled as he hastily tried to steady himself.
He was normally composed, but he was caught between fear and excitement.
Whatever he had stumbled upon could either lead to his demise or bring wealth beyond measure.
"I've spotted the chairman of the Celestia Consortium. I need the Photo Maker on standby..."
"...!"
The person on the other end seemed taken aback too, responding, "Just give me a moment..."
Their Photo Maker had the extraordinary ability to craft an accurate image of a person based solely on a verbal description.
The man in the line waited anxiously, his heart pounding in his chest.
As he glanced around, he noticed the street growing eerily silent, sending shivers down his spine.
"Fuck, I must've been too paranoid about this," the man tried to calm himself down and decided to stick with the plan.
"...Photo Maker on standby," The voice on the other end changed as the man prepared himself, taking a deep breath before continuing, "Proceed with the description..."
"It's a man in his mid-twenties, with well-defined facial features and a symmetrical face. He has striking crimson eyes framed by sharp eyebrows. His dark hair is neatly parted down the middle, fell smoothly to accentuate his strong jawline and cheekbones..."
As the man finished speaking, a sense of relief washed over him.
However...
A sudden blast of cold air swept through the phone booth.
Frost formed rapidly, covering everything in thick ice, including the man and the phone.
The ice spread quickly, trapping him inside and making it impossible for him to move or make any sound.
Outside, Sakujiro stood atop the frozen phone booth, his expression was cold.
"We've obtained the image. You must leave the country immediately..."
He heard muffled sounds coming from within the ice.
"Agent 84? Can you hear me? Agent 84!"
Ignoring the sounds, Sakujiro spoke through his communication device in his ears, "How did it go?"
"We've taken care of the rest of them."
"Good job, take care of their bodies well."
Sakujiro instructed as his gaze gleamed in a ruthless light.
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