Hearing what Uvogin said, Shalnark looked at him helplessly, but still answered his question: "If I had to compare, I'd say you could probably kill him with one punch."
"So weak?!"
Uvogin was stunned for a moment, feeling something was off with this conclusion. He then thought of Franklin's experience.
'Since that guy was able to sever one of Franklin's arms, then putting aside his Nen Attributes, it's impossible for him to be so weak that he could be killed by one punch, right?'
Shalnark looked at Uvogin and continued calmly, "But the biggest problem is... you might not be able to beat him."
"???"
Uvogin was baffled, totally unable to understand what Shalnark wanted to express.
That's why he hated such roundabout explanations the most.
Kortopi, who had his face hidden behind long hair, suddenly said, "Shalnark, it is your duty to process and analyze intelligence. But your way of explaining might not help us and could mislead us."
"I won't deny that. After all, my current understanding of him is limited to his identity as a Floor Master in Heavens Arena and my fight with him."
Shalnark nodded towards Kortopi and said in a calm tone:
"However, my failure to investigate in time is my own fault. Now, though... I have plenty of time to do a proper investigation. If you want to hear a more formal 'opinion', I suggest you wait a few more days."
Since his severe injury, Shalnark had focused on recovery and developing adaptive abilities.
Even though Nen Users are experts at using Nen to adapt to situations, in order to develop the ability to replace his right palm, it still consumed much of Shalnark's energy and time.
It was only recently...
That he had the spare energy to focus on other matters and come here to gather.
Due to time constraints, he had only managed to gather basic information on 'Illumi' and his status as a Heavens Arena's Floor Master.
"There is actually nothing wrong with Shalnark's explanation."
Just then, Franklin spoke up.
Everyone couldn't help but look at him upon hearing this.
Facing the gazes of everyone present, Franklin said with a calm and steady tone, "This person's Nen capacity and techniques are not particularly striking, but his abilities and fighting methods could not be underestimated."
Having said that, Franklin paused, then looked at Chrollo.
Noticing Franklin's gaze, Chrollo slightly lifted his head, and a flicker of interest passed through his eyes.
Then, everyone heard Franklin continue:
"The fighting style he displayed gave me a feeling... that he is very similar to the Boss."
"…"
The room fell silent for a moment.
Everyone's eyes shifted from Franklin to Chrollo, who stood with his hands in his pockets with a calm face.
Shalnark propped his chin with his hand, a thoughtful expression appeared on his face, and he said slowly: "Now that you mention it, that's true... I feel the same way."
"Interesting."
Uvogin grinned with excitement.
Phinks cracked his knuckles, producing a series of pops, and said expressionlessly: "I hope you're not saying this just because you're embarrassed."
"I'll take care of him myself."
Seeing that Uvogin and the others started showing interest in fighting 'Illumi', Franklin emphasized coldly.
However, Uvogin and the others simply ignored Franklin and gathered around Shalnark to share their opinions.
Their consensus was that Shalnark's abilities weren't suited for direct combat, and most of the time, he can only show his strength with team support.
So-
They'd take on the task of avenging him.
When Franklin saw this scene, several veins bulged on his square face, but he could do nothing about this.
From their standpoint, this group of companions would certainly not snatch his target away, but couldn't stop them from wanting to avenge Shalnark.
"Our current target is the treasures to be displayed at the 'Museum Exchange Conference', not a floor master from Heavens Arena."
Seeing Uvogin and the others discussing 'Illumi' as if competing for prey, Kortopi interjected with a timely reminder.
However, even if Uvogin and the others heard what Kortopi said, they just ignored it.
Only Ryles enthusiastically supported Kortopi's words.
To say the reason-
Perhaps it was because the organizer of this 'Museum Exchange Conference', or perhaps, this action could satisfy another need of his.
"Let's hear about this person's abilities."
At this moment, Chrollo suddenly spoke and looked at Franklin and Shalnark with interest.
Hearing Chrollo's words, Franklin and Shalnark subconsciously looked at each other.
Meanwhile…
Illumi, who was thousands of kilometers away, completed a commission while teaching Killua.
The assassination target was lying in a pool of blood, while Illumi stood at the edge of the pool.
"Hmm?"
Illumi suddenly felt a slight throbbing pain in his temple, and he raised his finger to gently massage it, feeling puzzled.
.......
June 11th.
Biscuit returned to Vandy City.
During this time, she had made a trip to the Hunter Association.
First, she went to Netero to get the crown, and after confirming its authenticity, she began the preparations for verifying the fake.
At the same time, she did not forget to throw the crown back to Netero for safekeeping.
The advantage of doing this is that even if she revealed the location of the 'real' crown later, she doesn't have to worry about the crown going missing.
It was from this that she somewhat understood why Moses forcibly handed the crown over to Netero.
Very cunning.
Me likey!
Since then, she had been busy for several days and only returned to Vandy City today to meet up with Moses and the others.
"We're going to the Museum Exchange Conference tomorrow. Have you guys prepared your outfits?"
"Outfits?"
The three young ones standing in a row all had question marks pop up above their heads simultaneously.
Biscuit looked at Moses, Menchi, and Shizuku, who didn't seem to understand. Her gaze swept over their casual attire, and the corners of her mouth twitched. She then said with a sigh, "Are you planning to attend the exchange conference dressed like this?"
Half an hour later.
At a dress shop on a street in Vandy City.
Moses, Menchi, and Shizuku were picking out outfits for the exchange conference.
With the mindset that any suit would do, Moses chose a navy blue suit within minutes of entering the shop.
Menchi and Shizuku, possibly unfamiliar with such dress shops, were unsure how to choose for a while. They just wandered around the shop, unable to make a decision.
"Take your time to choose. There's no rush."
Moses said with a smile, then leaned against the wall by the display window, watching the street outside while waiting for Menchi and Shizuku to choose their dresses.
Time passed.
Another half hour went by, and Menchi and Shizuku still hadn't made a decision.
Moses sighed in his heart, thinking that even a naive girl couldn't avoid the dilemma of choice.
At this time…
There were people coming and going on the sidewalk outside the dress shop.
Hisoka moved through the crowd.
Today, he had not painted the tear and star patterns on his face, and his red hair was left hanging naturally.
Hisoka walked past the crowd and passed the entrance of the dress shop.
As he passed the transparent window, he felt himself walking through the trajectory of a gaze.
Hisoka knew this gaze directed towards the street had nothing to do with him, but he still instinctively followed the gaze.
Then-
Hisoka saw Moses inside the dress shop, and Moses also saw Hisoka walking past the window.
The two people's eyes met in mid-air for a moment, and each of them was slightly stunned.
'Should I pretend not to see him?' x2.