Just give his phone number to Lan, and then go play dodgeball?
Isn't it obvious that he doesn't want to intervene in their affairs anymore, or… He just watched the fun and excitement?
"But anyway…"
Ging grabbed the white towel wrapped around his head: "He can be introduced to me by Chairman Netero, so there should be no problem with this person…"
Then he recalled the exchange with Lan just now, and his eyes paused:
"It's just that his words are a bit harsh."
He reacted. It was fine at the beginning, but it became more and more like a joke.
As for the last conversation, Ging said nonchalantly that these were child's play.
His friends and partners, who made Greed Island, almost scolded him at least two or three times every day.
And the scolding was definitely several times more nasty than this kind of foolishness.
"I..."
Ging pulled up his dark gray scarf and coughed twice while pinching his throat.
"I think this sound is okay?"
He looked puzzled: "I learned it from Elena; it's quite similar, right?"
"A-choo!"
Far away in the small room at the entrance of Greed Island.
Elena, who acted as a commentator and explained the rules of the game to the newcomers, wiped her nose.
"Why do I feel that guy, Ging, is saying something bad about me behind my back again..."
In the following time, Ging really did not give Lan a call.
On the one hand, he felt embarrassed that his arrangement of his son's career had been known to others.
On the other hand, he was also thinking of finding some embarrassing things about Lan to see if he could get back on track.
Lan, who was traveling on the continent, naturally didn't care.
He is also called Light Nostrade.
Light Nostrade was in a very good mood on the other end.
"The masters sent by the Adra family died, and many masters from other families also died."
Even through the phone, Lan could feel the other party's comfortable mood: "There are other competing hostile forces, as well as the underworld families above us, and they all suffered such a loss."
"Of course, in order to prevent unnecessary trouble, I must also announce to the public that the people I sent out also died."
Light Nostrade laughed with a little apology: "So I asked Shachmono Tocino to use his hunter license to delete all your information."
"But Shachmono told me that it seems that someone is still looking for your information on the internet, so all your information was deleted directly, and all traces were gone."
"The other party must be a very powerful hacker. Do you have such a friend to help you?"
Friend? Help?
Lan did not know such a computer expert friend.
But among the people he knew, there was such a friend, and he almost guessed who it was and why.
"Ging Freecss has an old acquaintance named Ickshonpe, who is a very powerful Hacker Hunter."
"He is also quite well-known in the Hunter Association, and he once became a candidate for Chairman election."
In Lan's impression, he was a strange guy wearing a mask, which bears a slight resemblance to a panda bear, it have a red dot with a "Pe" inside on the forehead, and has green ears.
During the election of the Chairman, he publicly stated:
"For me, your reality is not reality."
"You can do whatever you want; it has nothing to do with me."
This is a Hacker Hunter who truly lives in the online world.
It would probably be him who deleted most of his information on the internet.
And there is no need to ask; he must have been asked to help delete it.
The reason is also very simple:
"Ging definitely doesn't want others to trace my information to Whale Island."
"Disrupting his arrangement for Gon is a small matter, but if he is exposed for arranging his son like that, it will lead to ridicule and mockery from his companions, which will be the most embarrassing and awkward thing for him to accept."
"But it's a good thing this way. Without the information, it will be more difficult for others to trace me..."
This is not a bad thing for him.
Light Nostrade also added:
"I heard that there were some problems in the selection of Shadow Beasts this time, which led to the death of so many people."
"It seems that the Ten Mafia Dons have begun to find some traces. As one of the few survivors of that selection, it is okay to clear the information so that there will be less scrutiny."
Light Nostrade wisely did not ask for more details about this selection. He only knew that his goal had been achieved.
And Lan also escaped unscathed, and the information was cleared, leaving no tail.
This is enough.
"However, the investigation of the Ten Mafia Dons is at a critical juncture. In order to avoid accidents during this period, so…"
Light Nostrade said somewhat tactfully: "It is better for you not to come back so fast..."
"Wait until this period of limelight is over, and then you can come back."
Lan: "…"
He just wanted to travel, but Light Nostrade arranged it so well?
What a great boss!!
"Of course, I know this is a helpless situation because the Nostrade family is at a very important juncture."
Seeing that Lan didn't speak, Light Nostrade thought he had some thoughts in his mind and immediately said:
"At this juncture, there is no room for error; I have to be careful so I can only wrong you, Lan."
"Of course, I will reimburse you for your expenses outside." Light Nostrade promised: "As long as it is within my tolerance!"
It's really a vacation and reimbursement.
What's the difference between this and paid vacation and public travel?
"I know."
Lan also cooperated very well: "During this period of time, I will use a new identity to travel outside. When you need me, boss, I will go back."
"Thank you for your hard work, Lan."
Light Nostrade was very pleased with Lan's understanding and consideration.
"It's nothing. Kastro will be in charge of the family's security work. As long as the lady doesn't let strangers outside approach her, there will be basically no problem."
"It saves her from not being able to go out and play later..."
After handing over some of the guard work to Light Nostrade, Lan no longer has any pressure.
"I can finally relax and take a break!"
On a busy street in Yorknew City, Lan put his mobile phone in his arms.
He glanced at the flashing light next to him, then he rubbed his wrist and walked in.
He wanted to feel the prosperity of this city.