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Upon hearing this, Hisoka's smile became even more terrifying.

"Alright?"

Morin shrugged. Since Chrollo had already said so, he didn't insist further. As Morin intended to follow along~

"If I die, Morin, you should take over as the leader of the Phantom Troupe."

Chrollo suddenly spoke.

Morin waved his hand dismissively, "We'll talk about it when the time really comes. Besides, deciding the next leader isn't something I can decide alone."

With that, he followed Maha and Kalluto out the door. As he passed by Hisoka, Morin didn't spare him a glance. Hisoka, in turn, paid no mind to Morin, his attention entirely focused on Chrollo.

"Hehehe, now it's just the two of us, Chrollo."

Hisoka's tongue flicked across a playing card, his eyes widening slightly.

"Let's go somewhere else."

Chrollo surveyed the surroundings, "Let's not let our discourtesy disturb such a pleasant environment."

"As you wish, hehehehehe!"

Outside the restaurant, Maha strolled leisurely ahead, with Kalluto by his side.

Morin trailed behind Maha, feeling a sense of peace and tranquility from the slow-moving old man. From Maha, he sensed a carefree contentment.

"Aren't you worried about your leader's safety?"

Kalluto, gazing at Morin with eyes like a starry river, asked.

"What's there to worry about? Winning is the best outcome, and if he dies, we'll just choose another leader."

Morin replied nonchalantly, "It's his choice, and as a member, I support the leader's decision."

In truth, Morin believed that since Chrollo dared to accept Hisoka's challenge, he must be confident.

Chrollo wasn't one to fight battles he wasn't sure of winning.

In the original deal, as payment for removing a curse, Chrollo agreed to fight Hisoka.

The battle was to take place in Heaven's Arena, with a few months allowed for preparation.

During this time, Chrollo collected numerous Nen abilities, meticulously planning to counter Hisoka's abilities and fighting style to ensure victory.

For this, he even borrowed the Nen abilities of Shalnark and Kortopi.

Hisoka, on the other hand, sought a thrilling battle with Chrollo, not a fight where the abilities were predetermined and exploited.

He couldn't accept Chrollo's actions, feeling they tainted the essence of their battle.

Thus, after reviving through post-mortem Nen, Hisoka embarked on a vendetta against the Phantom Troupe.

He started by eliminating Kortopi and Shalnark in the restroom, earning his reputation as the "Toilet War God."

Now that Chrollo had agreed to fight Hisoka, he likely had a plan in place.

After all, Chrollo had stolen so many Nen abilities over the years; he must have a way to deal with Hisoka. Morin wasn't worried about this.

Even if, worst-case scenario, Chrollo were to die at Hisoka's hands, so what? They would just choose another leader, as per the Phantom Troupe's rules.

"Is that so?" Kalluto looked at Morin, "A very straightforward rule."

He seemed to agree with this perspective.

"But more than their fight, I'm curious about what kind of offer Hisoka made to you that led you to 'restrain' me?"

Morin was genuinely curious, "Even 'restraining' involves significant risk. What made you decide to take this job?"

"Why..."

Kalluto glanced at Maha beside him.

"It was my decision."

Maha said leisurely, "Mainly, I wanted to find an opportunity to chat with you, and coincidentally, someone commissioned us to restrain you."

"It aligned with my intentions, so I accepted the job."

"This way, I can achieve my goal and earn a commission fee. Not bad, right?"

"You're quite the businessman, old man." Morin gave a thumbs-up, "It's a pity you were born into an assassin family; you'd have made a great businessman."

"No need to flatter me. I'm just an old man with one foot in the grave."

"Old man..."

Morin observed his brisk movements, "If you're considered to have one foot in the grave, then most people on the street are practically lying in their coffins."

The three of them continued walking down the street.

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"I visited Yorknew City once in my early years," Maha said leisurely, "That was when I was young, not even twenty years old."

"Back then, I remember there weren't any bubble tea shops, nor was it as bustling as it is now."

Hmm, old man, when you were twenty, it was roughly a hundred years ago, around the year 1899. Having bubble tea back then would indeed be unusual.

At that time, I drank tea at a teahouse that specialized in selling tea. They offered floral teas brewed with flower petals and fruit teas made from fermented fruits.

"Among them, my favorite was the milk tea made with Sumerlit sheep's milk, blended with various ingredients."

"Though it's different from the milk tea sold in shops today, it was indeed the first milk tea I ever had, and the most delicious I've ever tasted."

Maha paused in front of a shop.

"Who would have thought, after nearly a hundred years, this shop is still here."

Maha looked up at the well-renovated, somewhat quaint restaurant in front of him.

"Though it seems a bit different from when I came here back then."

"Times are always progressing. As a restaurant, to avoid going out of business and to sustain itself, it must keep up with the times."

Morin glanced at the small "Century-Old Shop" sign on the shop's frame. This was a genuine century-old shop, personally verified by Maha Zoldyck himself.

Maha continued to gaze at the shop door and sign, seemingly lost in memories.

And just at that moment—

Clatter.

The door opened.

A figure with a full belly emerged from inside.

"Full, so full!"

Milluki patted his stomach and burped, "The food here is really good, especially the tea snacks. Truly worthy of their reputation."

"It seems its claim of being a century-old shop is well-deserved."

He was very satisfied with his meal.

"Second... second brother?!"

A somewhat familiar voice sounded from the side, a mix of surprise and disbelief.

"Hmm?!"

Milluki turned his burping face, and then—

"Kalluto?! What are you doing here, and... Great-grandfather?!"

Milluki was so startled he almost jumped off the ground, swallowing his burp in shock.

"What are you two doing here?!"

"I should be the one asking you that, second brother!"

Kalluto scrutinized Milluki as if he were some kind of oddity.

In disbelief, he said, "Since I can remember, you've rarely left home."

"...Can we not bring up my previous missions outside?"

Thinking back to those two years of braving the elements... well, it wasn't that bad.

Milluki, being someone who knows how to enjoy life, wouldn't let himself live like an ascetic. Even when on missions, he made sure to be comfortable!

He wouldn't allow himself to suffer in the slightest.

But thinking about all the time away, leaving his beloved figurine princesses unattended, Milluki's heart ached.

His figurine ladies required daily meticulous care, avoiding skin wrinkles, maintaining smooth surfaces, and ensuring they got enough sunlight.

These were major concerns!

When he was home, he could care for them attentively, but then his father sent him on a long mission.

Thinking about his precious figurines left uncared for, his heart nearly broke.

Fortunately, before leaving this time, he invented a care device. After rigorous testing, achieving 99.99% of his meticulous care standards, he finally felt at ease to leave for Yorknew City.

Previously, that little brat Killua told him about the fantasy game "Greed Island."

Milluki, being a die-hard otaku, besides snacks, figurines, and his beloved cola, had only two other hobbies: inventing and surfing the internet.

No otaku could resist a fantasy game.

Upon hearing the news from Killua, Milluki immediately set out to crack the "Greed Island" game code.

However, no matter what he tried, he couldn't successfully decrypt it.

He was, after all, one of the world's top hackers, capable of hacking into the Hunter Association's official website, though he admitted the process was quite cumbersome.

Nonetheless, it demonstrated that Milluki's hacking skills were among the best in the world.

Yet, even with such skills, he was defeated by this small game.

Unwilling to accept this, Milluki was determined to crack the game.

After much deliberation, he agreed to help his father kill twenty people in exchange for borrowing two hundred billion Jenny.

Combined with the savings he accumulated from previous missions, it was almost enough to buy a game.

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