So, when Roy received the prison break message from Elena, he was certain... that Ging must have made thorough preparations in advance.
Sure enough... as soon as Roy mentioned it, Ging fished out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded it, and tossed it to Zinda, saying: "This is the 'Release Order' issued by the government, take a look."
Zari took it and handed it to Zari, who was noticeably smaller than Zinda, resembling a skinny monkey. Upon unfolding it... it really was the release order proclaiming Razor's "acquittal," and Zinda nodded.
Zinda scratched his head with obvious relief, speaking bluntly: "He's not a criminal, so why are we protecting him?"
Zari was speechless, wanting to cough up blood even more than Zinda. He was genuinely maintaining the [Black Curtain] while being relentlessly pursued by Wutong!
[Hint... Potential believer Zinda, loyalty +10...]
"Because people... like to act foolish." Roy received the panel prompt, but didn't look at Ging or Razor, just smiled and ruffled Zinda's explosive hair.
Ging and Razor simultaneously twitched at the corners of their mouths, wanting to refute, but at the moment, couldn't find any reason to argue!
As Roy said, even if the "Release Order" was presented immediately, considering Razor's nature, without a fight, he probably wouldn't go with Ging. This was a signal of strength to the other party... proving oneself to be on the same level, to be part of the same circle, to be able to play together... and also the necessary "foolishness"!
"That's truly foolish." Zinda said with sudden realization.
Ging, Razor: "..."
They looked at each other without words.
Elena, watching this scene with "control of the overall situation," let out a chuckle, put away her [En], and hurried over. Her gaze towards the two added a touch of oddity and mockery, making both Ging and Razor feel uncomfortable, even causing their positions to subtly distance.
"Ahem...Ahem..."
"Roy,"
At this moment, Ging cleared his throat a few times, reminding the young man: "This isn't the place to talk, shall we leave first?"
Roy did not respond to him, but instead spoke gently to Zinda: "When you return, if you feel uncomfortable, feel free to find me."
The "negative emotions" hidden within the "life form" can't be truly eradicated, much like Zinda's perception of "good" and "bad," "light" and "darkness," standing in opposition yet objectively existing... neither can break away from the other...
Roy is well aware of Zinda's ambitions to protect one side, planning to take the Hunter Exam in the future to hunt down "poachers," yet eventually, he would be mentally bound by the animals and magical beasts he aims to protect, cultivating negative emotions. Ahead of time, he anchored his existence through the "potential believer panel"...
"How can I find you... you don't want to be with me?" Zinda's clear yet foolish little eyes were filled with deep reluctance and conflict... Sarcastically, Roy winked at him, selling the puzzle: "Just call my name in your heart, and I'll appear then."
"Though, it'll be in your dreams." Roy added in his heart at the end.
Turning back, he nodded to Ging, taking Wutong, and left the place along with Razor and Elena.
"Hey~ Roy, you must keep your word!"
"Step... Step..." The footsteps faded away, and Zinda suddenly shouted.
The young man stood alongside Ging and Razor, one step behind, closely followed by Wutong and Elena, with a slight smile, extending his right hand and waving it towards the rear, under the sunlight casting upon a cloud, reflecting a rainbow arc before gradually disappearing from Zinda's view....
"Sigh~"
Thought Erasure Master... After all, born in the world's most notorious assassin family... Zari watched Roy and the others leave, patting Zinda's broad arm, saying: "Stop looking, Zinda. He said you will meet again in the future."
The man spoke deeply: "There's not a single Zoldyck that isn't eye-catching,"
In fact... "You don't need to deliberately seek someone out. Perhaps, one day, news of him will spread across the world!"
"Hmm!" Zinda nodded with a trance-like certainty.
With one last look, his final glance... Roy and the others had already gone far...
Four came, five went, and by nightfall, as the sunset dipped behind the horizon, they drove to Weibeis, finding a random hotel to rest.
Eight o'clock at night.
Wutong served Roy his meal and then, ordered by Roy, ended up eating with him. After the meal, summarizing gains and losses, he occasionally glanced at Roy, wanting to speak but hesitating...
"If you have something to say, just say it. Do you still need me to teach you?"
Roy finished his dinner, taking out a napkin, wiping his mouth slowly, then glanced at Wutong.
The young steward pushed up his glasses on his nose, hesitated for a moment, then his gaze steadied, having made up his mind: "Young Master, I have an unbecoming request; I ask for your permission."
Speaking, Wutong placed his right hand on his chest, kneeling on one knee, and said gravely: "I want to fight that man!"
"Which one?"
"The one we broke out."
"Razor?"
"Yes!"
"Reason?"
"He's also an 'Emission', and... I can feel that he's stronger than me!"
"So?"
"I want to test my limits!"
Wutong lifted his gaze, staring at Roy with determination: "I want to become stronger. I want to pinpoint the gap and truly assist the young master!"
Silence encompassed the neon-lit night scene outside the window...
Roy said nothing, rolled the paper into a ball, flicked a finger... the paper ball traced a beautiful parabola into the trash can....
Wutong swallowed his saliva, only to hear the young man say softly: "I have no reason to refuse."
Roy stood up, held Wutong's arm, helping him up, speaking warmly: "If you want to fight, then fight, since you've decided,"
The young man's gaze sharpened: "Then hit him as hard as you can!"
"Yes!" Wutong straightened his posture, took out the [Infinite Gun] from his pocket and handed it over... Roy accepted it, knowing his mind was decided, ultimately seeking not to rely on other things, testing his own limits, walking away...
Leaning against the dining table, the young man half-sat on the tabletop, quietly watching him close the door and leave, pulling back the bolt with a "click," playing silently in the light from the neon outside the window, silently waiting...
About an hour later,
The door opened.
Wutong returned.
He was being carried back by Razor, held by one hand....
"He didn't bring that gun, quite a pity."
The man placed the unconscious steward flat on the sofa beside Roy, sitting down at the dining table, lazily tugging at his explosively styled hair, saying: "With the gun, he could have lasted another ten minutes."
Roy shook his head: "He wouldn't bring it."
"I know he wouldn't." Razor revealed his chest, taking a breath, saying: "Honestly, he was quite tough."
Razor lifted his vest, showing a few dark bruises under the chest beside his ribs, speaking with some praise: "Look, all his doing,"
The man's tone shifted, glancing at Roy: "As compensation for helping you train your subordinate, aren't you supposed to pay me?"
"You already said we're friends, do friends ask for compensation from each other?"
"Even brothers settle things clearly!"
"Alright, tell me, what do you want?"
"That guy's secret to endurance." Razor pointed at Wutong, looking at Roy with bright eyes: "I want to know how he swiftly recovers his sense..."
During the prison break battle, Razor noticed the anomaly with Wutong, and just now, after fighting him personally, he was more certain... the opponent holds a method to swiftly 'recover sense'!
Had it not been for Wutong's understanding and training of 'Nen' still being inadequate, in the battle just now, who'd win was uncertain!
At least, in terms of "endurance" and "rapid recovery," Razor was himself inferior to Wutong....
"It's the 'Breathing Technique.'" Roy organized the 'Water Breathing' into a booklet and tossed it to Razor,
Razor stood stunned, looking at the cover clearly labeled [Water Breathing], then glanced at Roy, hearing the young man's calm words: "Well, it's something you've always wanted, right?"
Razor moments for a moment, grasping the booklet, "Just didn't expect you to give it to me so easily."
The man stepped down from the dining table, "I thought you'd favor your subordinates, unwilling to share with me."
He faced away from Wutong, his large stature completely enveloping the young man, squinting: "Aren't you afraid I'll leave him further behind?"
"Not at all." Roy ignored Razor, bypassing the man, taking a blanket from the bed to cover Wutong's body, laying him flat, making him sleep comfortably, speaking softly: "Eventually, Wutong will surpass you, giving it doesn't matter, nothing major."
Razor: "..."
You brat... Look at me when you talk!