Having successfully taken down the most threatening armed helicopter, the pursuing convoy was no longer a concern.
With Biscuit's aggressive driving skills, she managed to shake off the convoy before dawn.
Of course, even if they were caught up, dealing with them alone wouldn't be a problem for Biscuit.
The taxi sped along the road.
Several hours later.
The taxi smoothly arrived at the airport of the nearby city.
After getting off the taxi, Moses prepared to buy tickets for a direct flight to Swardani City.
But Biscuit acted faster, directly chartering an airship. Utilizing the privileges from the Hunter License, she swiftly handled various inconveniences and arranged for the airship at the airport in the fastest possible time.
"It's not like I'm paying for it."
In response to the question of why she generously chartered an airship, Biscuit gave a straightforward answer.
The three of them quickly boarded the airship.
After a while…
The airship with only three passengers took off slowly.
Because it is a transcontinental flight, it would take approximately two days and two nights to reach the airport in Swardani City.
However, upon arrival, members of the Hunter Association would come to pick them up, so there wasn't much to worry about after the airship took off.
These two days would also be sufficient for Sanbica to recover from her injuries.
"Little brother Kester."
Not long after the airship took off, Biscuit approached Moses.
She squinted her eyes slightly, crossed her arms, and looked at Moses with a smile.
"…"
Moses felt that there was something wrong with that smile.
Although Sanbica appeared to be the type that was easily bullied, it didn't mean she was dull-witted.
Sensing the change in the atmosphere, she quietly distanced herself.
Because she always felt it was dangerous when that Biscuit was like this.
"Don't you have anything to say?"
Biscuit's fair and delicate face revealed a dangerous smile. She pronounced each word deliberately: "Little… Brother… Kester."
"If it's convenient…"
Confused, Moses furrowed his brows: "Give me a hint."
"Humph."
Biscuit snorted, squinting her eyes and said, "When I was processing your immigration permit just now, I found something interesting."
"…"
Upon hearing this, Moses immediately understood the reason.
It seemed that when Biscuit helped him apply for his immigration permit, she unexpectedly discovered that his ID card was fake.
Even though he hadn't provided that fake ID card, it was still discovered.
Now, being able to board the airship smoothly should be attributed to Biscuit exercising the privilege of her Hunter License.
"My ID card is indeed fake."
Moses took out the fake ID card obtained in Ganlin City from his pocket, and said: "As for the motives and reasons, I don't want to say."
"Motive? Reason? Do you think I care about that kind of thing?"
Biscuit glanced at the fake ID card in Moses's hand and snorted: "So, speak up!"
"Since you said you don't care about those kinds of thing, what else do you want me to say?"
Moses was bewildered for a moment.
"It's your name of course!"
Biscuit glared, simultaneously raising her fist in a threatening manner.
'So this was the reason for Biscuit's visit to demand an explanation...'
Moses was a little speechless and simply told her his real name.
"Moses Isaac."
"Hmm, this surname of yours... whatever, it doesn't matter. Little brother Moses, right? How old are you this year?"
"13."
"Any hobbies?"
"Reading, eating."
"Huh? How is eating a hobby?"
"Since there's a profession like Gourmet Hunter, can't eating also be regarded as a hobby?"
"Alright, when was the first time you had a wet dream?"
"???"
Moses looked at Biscuit with a head full of question marks.
Besides them, Sanbica, while thinking that 'So his real name is Moses Isaac', overheard Biscuit's strange question, and couldn't help but glance over.
There's no way Moses would entertain Biscuit's mischievous question. He just said "I want to go back to my room to train" and left.
"Little brother Moses is surprisingly shy."
Biscuit propped her chin with her hand, watching Moses's departing figure with a cheerful smile.
Sanbica glanced at Biscuit quietly and remained silent.
'Maybe it's not Moses who's embarrassed, but you're the one acting strangely.' She thought silently in her heart.
Two days later.
The airship arrived at Swardani City Airport.
The association's members responsible for reception were already in place, and as soon as Sanbica got off the airship, they approached her.
"I'll contact you once I buy a phone."
After receiving this assurance from Moses, Sanbica followed the association's members and left the airport.
Originally, they were supposed to exchange contact numbers, but Moses didn't have a phone, so he could only ask Sanbica to leave her contact number, promising to get in touch with her as soon as he bought a new phone.
Of course, he had to contact her later!
Because the reward had not been settled yet!
'I need to get a phone to use first. I'll also try to see if I can reapply for the previous phone number.'
Watching Sanbica and the others leave, Moses thought in his heart.
He initially thought that this escort mission would involve encountering another Nen user, but in the end, they only encountered a large-scale armed pursuit.
Although he experienced the pain of death because of this, he was still a little disappointed that he couldn't engage in another Nen battle.
"Little brother Moses, you seem quite disappointed."
Biscuit looked at Moses up and down.
She has determined that Moses was a natural-born martial artist with battle junkie personality.
She could naturally guess Moses's motivation for taking on the task to protect Sanbica and the reason for his current disappointment.
"Is it because there's no fight?"
"Huh? I don't understand what you are talking about at all. Who would be disappointed by such a thing?"
Moses didn't look at Biscuit and walked out of the airport nonchalantly.
He intended to go to the city to buy a new phone first, and then call Lisha.
"Do you want to have a fight with me?"
Biscuit looked at Moses's back and suddenly said.
"Yes!"
Moses stopped, turned around, and replied.
The whole process is completed seamless.
"…"
Looking at Moses's reaction, even the witty Biscuit was speechless.
At this time-
Suddenly, from somewhere in the airport's lobby, a burst of excited screams erupted.
"Erin is here, Erin is here!!"
"Ahhhh, Erin, I love you so much!!"
"Ooohhh, Erin, my goddess!!!"
The sudden scream sounded as if the ceiling of the airport would fly off in the next second.
Moses followed the sound, only to see that another exit was crowded with people, forming an impenetrable wall.
"Erin?"
Hearing the names shouted by the crowd, Moses suddenly remembered the photo in the temple that was entwined with black threads.
'It's that female celebrity. It seemed that she has quite a lot of fanatic fans...'
Thinking about this in his mind, Moses didn't care much. He retracted his gaze, turned to Biscuit, and asked impatiently: "Where to? Or should we just find a place nearby?"
"I hate you."
Biscuit twisted her fingers, blushing on her face as she said shyly: "That kind of thing... how can we do it casually?"
"…"
Moses's eyes twitched a few times and he sighed: "Let's leave this place, it's too noisy."
After saying that, he hurried towards the exit, afraid of being misunderstood by the people around.
As he took his first step, a man in a suit rushed past him, brushing shoulders with him.
"Hmm?"
Moses suddenly felt something was wrong. He turned back to look at the man in a suit who left in a hurry, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.
Seeing Moses's strange reaction, Biscuit immediately dropped her acting and asked curiously: "What's wrong?"
As she said that, she followed Moses's gaze and glanced at the man in the suit, but found that he was just an ordinary person.
"Nothing…"
Moses shook his head slightly.
When he brushed past the man in the suit just now, he suddenly felt a kind of indescribable strange sensation.
It was as if there was an inexplicable Nen phenomenon is happening, transmitting a very vague message to him, thus forming an even more inexplicable question.
'Kindred spirits?'