A child shattered five bricks with his bare hands.
To ordinary people, this is already quite impressive.
The crowd cheered loudly, and they prepared to come forward and reward the child with some loose change, but then, they saw a teenager stepping out of the crowd, putting a thick envelope into the cookie box.
For a moment, many people's attention was drawn to the envelope.
If there was money in that envelope, there would be at least two or three hundred thousand.
The onlookers were astonished.
In front of the cookie box, Moses looked at Killua, who looked embarrassed, and joked: "It's a pity to meet you again in this way. Hmm, your brick-shattering skills are not bad."
After saying that, without waiting for Killua's reaction, Moses turned around and returned to Menchi's side.
"Let's go and eat."
Moses looked at the street in the distance, where there is a bustling restaurant.
"Un."
Menchi responded and followed after Moses. As she walked, she glanced back at the somewhat confused little boy, a hint of a smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.
"Master, what do you want for dinner tonight?"
Menchi retracted her gaze and asked eagerly.
As long as she is in front of Moses, she would suppress her fiery and unrestrained nature.
Moses pointed ahead and said with a smile: "There's a restaurant ahead that looks good. Let's go there and have a look."
"Okay, I'll listen to Master."
With her hands clasped behind her back, Menchi said with a smile on her face.
In the crowd.
Killua listened to the laughter and conversation from nearby, and the blood that surged up to his face slowly receded.
Suddenly, his stomach suddenly made a series of grumbling sounds.
"Damn it, I don't care about your money!"
Ignoring the surprised gazes from the surroundings, Killua bent down to pick up the thick envelope, then turned to chase after Moses.
But after running a few steps, he stopped and turned back to collect the scattered coins in the cookie box.
Although it's not much, at least he could buy a loaf of bread with those coins.
After collecting the coins, Killua walked through the crowd, only to find people coming and going on the street.
He quickly glanced around, but Moses and Menchi were nowhere to be seen.
'Restaurant…'
Thinking of what Moses said just now, Killua's eyes were fixed on the restaurants along the street.
…
Inside a bustling restaurant.
Moses and Menchi were led by the restaurant owner personally and sat at the table in the center of the restaurant.
Originally, they were supposed to wait in line, but the restaurant owner was a loyal fan of the Heavens Arena. When he was helping to arrange guests outside the door, he recognized Moses at a glance.
Then, he directly arranged a seat for Moses.
According to the owner, this table was specially reserved for the high-level fighters of the Heavens Arena.
"Mr. Illumi."
The owner presented a menu book and looked at Moses expectantly.
Moses glanced at the menu book in the owner's hand and said, "It's our first time here, so we don't know which dishes are more delicious. Boss, just make arrangements for us."
"Ah, well, it's not that…"
The owner felt a bit embarrassed as he put the menu book and pen in front of Moses, then whispered: "Actually, I was hoping you could give me an autograph."
"…"
Moses froze.
After a while, the owner left with satisfaction.
The restaurant was packed, but Moses's dishes were served quickly, which was obviously the owner's arrangement.
In less than ten minutes, the table was filled with various specialty dishes.
"As expected of Master, you've only been in the matches for two days, and already have such enthusiastic fans."
Menchi picked up a knife and fork.
To be honest, she found it incredible how much this place respected the 'Heavens Arena'.
"Eat more meat and talk less."
Moses picked up a meatball dripping with sauce and placed it on Menchi's plate.
Menchi grinned.
After a day of training, they were very hungry, so they started devouring the various hot dishes on the table.
A few minutes later, a short figure approached the table where Moses and Menchi sat.
"Here."
Killua placed the thick and heavy envelope in front of Moses.
When Moses put the envelope into the cookie box earlier, Killua immediately guessed that it contained the prize money from the Heavens Arena, and it hadn't been opened yet!
This could only mean that the guy in front of him, who had 'defeated' him, didn't care about the prize money at all.
What was even more infuriating was that the other party actually returned the prize money he had won from defeating him, as if giving him charity.
Killua thought to himself that even if he starved to death, he would never accept this money.
So he went from one restaurant to another along the street until he finally found Moses here, and straightforwardly slammed the money on the table.
"This is already yours."
Moses swallowed a piece of beef and looked at Killua with interest.
6-year-old little Killua.
Compared with the 'impression' Moses has in the original work, there are very obvious differences.
After all, he hadn't yet been pressured by his family to carry out various assassination missions...
"Oh, then it's yours now."
Killua had his hands in his pockets now, with no trace of the embarrassment he had shown earlier.
'He must have adjusted his mentality before coming.'
Hearing Killua's response, Moses raised an eyebrow slightly, while Menchi next to him burst into laughter.
"Master, this little brat is quite interesting."
"…"
Hearing this, Killua slowly turned to look at Menchi, curled his lips and said: "It's the first time I've seen someone older calling someone younger as 'Master'."
"Who's old?!"
Menchi, who was just laughing a second ago, suddenly couldn't hold it back anymore and glared at Killua angrily.
Killua raised his hands and held the back of his head indifferently, and asked: "Isn't that true? And you are thinking of becoming a disciple of 'Illumi' because you are 'not as good as him', right?"
"!!"
Veins bulged on Menchi's forehead as she glared at Killua with a cannibalistic look. If it weren't for Moses being nearby, given her personality, she would have definitely taught Killua a lesson on the spot.
"Little brat, I'm on the 100th floor, how about you?"
Menchi, who was concerned about her image, simplified her words, directly invoking the floor suppression.
"Tsk."
Killua shrugged nonchalantly: "If I were twenty years old like you, I would've been at the top floor of the Heavens Arena long ago."
"Me? Twenty years old?!"
Menchi stood up suddenly, her eyelids drooping as she squinted at Killua.
A small amount of Aura slowly overflowed from her body under the influence of Nen.
Killua, who had just finished boasting, suddenly felt a sense of crisis and immediately retreated a few steps, looking at Menchi warily.
'This feeling…'
'What happened?'
Killua felt his heart palpitate.
"Menchi, that's a bit too much."
Moses said.
Menchi, who was still furious at first, immediately returned to her previous docile appearance and retracted her Aura after hearing Moses's somewhat reproachful words.
"Master, I was wrong."
Menchi lowered her head, her voice changing from sharp to gentle.
Seeing Menchi instantly change her demeanor, Killua couldn't help but take a few steps back.
'This woman is so scary!'
Menchi noticed Killua's reaction, the corners of her eyes twitched slightly. At this moment, it was very difficult for her to suppress the urge to beat Killua.
'I must find an opportunity to teach this little brat a lesson.'
Killua seemed to sense the hostility coming from Menchi, snorted coldly, and decided to leave as soon as possible.
"Do you want to eat together?"
Moses looked at Killua, who was preparing to leave, and invited him.
With his back to Moses, Killua snorted: "I'm not hungry."
Just as he finished speaking —
Groowlll…
Killua's face turned slightly red.
Moses smiled when he saw this.
Even if it wasn't for the reward from Perception, he still wanted to get to know Killua better.