Kanzai's employer was an enigma to Moro. All he knew was that this employer had died aboard an airship.
Yet now, a person who should have been dead had reappeared.
Moro, shocked, couldn't help but reflect inwardly.
Based on what Kanzai had said earlier, that employer wasn't a Nen user.
Although there were instances in the original story of people returning from the dead, that required them to be Nen users, didn't it?
"Was the one who died just a body double?"
Moro withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Kanzai.
But as soon as the question left his lips, Moro dismissed it in his mind.
If it really had just been a body double, there was little chance Kanzai would've specifically made his way to Gugan Jade after the job had already been completed.
"It wasn't a body double."
As expected, Kanzai firmly denied it, aligning with what Moro thought.
He lifted his head, his expression blank, as he gazed at the silver-haired woman on the TV. His tone was flat, betraying no emotion:
"Which is why I want to figure this out myself."
"…"
Moro was momentarily at a loss for words. He wanted to ask, Is that really necessary? but held his tongue.
Kanzai suddenly glanced at him and snapped, "If you've got something to say, just spit it out. What's the point of holding back?"
Even though their acquaintance was brief, Kanzai already considered Moro a friend.
Noticing Moro's hesitation, Kanzai made his stance clear.
Since Kanzai put it that way, Moro decided to speak his mind:
"I'm just a little surprised… Your job is done. Is it really worth going to all this trouble?"
"Trouble, huh…"
Kanzai lowered his head slightly and stirred the scallions in his bowl with his chopsticks.
As he moved the chopsticks, the oily surface of the soup rippled in tiny circles, mirroring the confusion on Kanzai's face.
Yeah, was it worth going to all this trouble?
Kanzai silently asked himself the same question.
"What I said was a lot of trouble, not a little," Moro quietly corrected him.
"…"
After a brief silence, Kanzai bared his teeth and slapped the menu with his palm. Irritated, he asked, "Have you ordered yet?"
"I have."
Moro actually hadn't decided what to eat, but under the circumstances, he randomly picked something.
Kanzai called over the waiter and placed the order.
Once the waiter left, Kanzai frowned and scratched his head.
"Moro, it's not strange that you think that way. Even I don't know why I had to come all the way here…"
He scratched his head more vigorously, his expression gradually turning uncharacteristically serious.
"Maybe it's because of my identity as a 'Pro Hunter,' or… maybe it's because I'm really pissed off."
"Pissed off?"
Moro didn't understand.
Kanzai lowered his hand and glanced again at the silver-haired woman on the TV. His voice was deep:
"My employer is dead. So who is she? I've never seen a Nen ability that can perfectly replicate someone's height and appearance, but that doesn't mean such abilities don't exist.
"Just thinking about the possibility that 'a deceased person' is being exploited—no matter how small the chance—makes me feel disgusted. I can't let it go."
As Kanzai said this, his gaze sharpened, turning as ferocious as a tiger ready to pounce.
He had failed to protect his employer, yet he'd received his payment in advance due to their determination.
This had already left Kanzai in a sour mood.
Now, seeing his deceased employer reappear in such a way made Kanzai feel like he was crawling with fleas.
Before he could even come to terms with himself, he had already arrived in Gugan Jade.
Across the table, Moro silently watched Kanzai, coming to one conclusion:
Maximum levels of stubbornness confirmed.
Then again, it was also possible that Kanzai placed extraordinary importance on his identity as a "Pro Hunter."
For some reason, Moro recalled the Gourmet Hunter he had encountered in the forest.
Comparing the two, it was clear that Kanzai was far more respectable and worthier of admiration.
"There is such an ability."
Moro calmly stated while wiping his chopsticks with a napkin:
"I've seen a Nen ability that can perfectly replicate someone's height and appearance. At least this information is reliable. I hope it helps."
"Uh?"
Kanzai blinked, and then, as if realizing something, let out a bitter laugh.
"Sorry for dragging you here just to rant. I promised to treat you to a big meal, not vent my frustrations."
"It's fine."
Moro smiled, his gaze drifting to the menu still on the table, as if to say—
Big meal.
Kanzai might have been lazy about many things, but he wasn't dense.
Seeing Moro's subtly meaningful look, he immediately caught on.
"Tch. It's just that the options here are limited."
He pushed the menu back to Moro and said earnestly, "Besides… this is just the first meal. There'll be more later. I checked online, and people say the food here is really good. How about ordering another bowl?"
"Well then, I won't hold back."
Moro picked up the menu and ordered a few more expensive meat dishes, along with another bowl of noodles.
He was genuinely hungry at this point.
When the noodles and sides arrived, Moro began to devour them.
The broth, simmered with pork bones, had a surprisingly seafood-like freshness.
Moro let out a surprised hum and, without even touching the noodles, gulped down half the bowl of broth.
Watching Moro's reaction, Kanzai grinned.
"Not so bad now, huh?"
"Yeah, not bad."
Moro exhaled in satisfaction, feeling a rare sense of contentment.
Perhaps it was because he was starving, but after just a few sips of soup, he felt a renewed appreciation for life and a subtle boost in his mood.
Maybe this was the essence of "good food."
Moro buried himself in his meal. Within minutes, he had polished off everything on the table and was still craving more.
If not for Kanzai bringing him here, he never would have thought such a chaotic and lawless town could house food this delicious.
As he set down his chopsticks, Moro thought to himself:
It's a shame that, for now, I don't have the right to 'indulge.'
After the meal, Kanzai was ready to head to the airport.
Outside the restaurant, Moro bid Kanzai farewell and watched as his stubborn figure faded into the distance.
Only after Kanzai disappeared from view did Moro lower his gaze and think of Gel Morena.
Compared to Gel's detached demeanor, Kanzai was far more approachable and human.
Inwardly, Moro wished Kanzai well, then pulled out his phone.
"Well, now that I'm full, it's time to get down to business."
Moro's eyes turned cold for a moment before he tapped on an email from Argol.
Words like "virus," "human experiments," and "testing" jumped out at him.
The so-called Menu Organization—
On top of human trafficking, they were taking orders for virus research.
Their clients likely included nation-states.
This alone revealed Nolan's ambitions.
But Moro didn't care about that.
His goal was to utterly destroy them.
This was just the first step in his counterattack.
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