Moro didn't know much about Kanzai's employer, only that they had died on the airship.
Yet now, someone who was supposed to be dead had reappeared.
Shocked, Moro couldn't help but think about his own situation.
But according to Kanzai, that employer wasn't a Nen user.
Sure, there were abilities in the original story that could bring people back from the dead—but only for Nen users, right?
"Was the one who died a body double?"
Moro withdrew his gaze from the TV and turned to Kanzai.
However, the moment he voiced the question, he dismissed it in his mind.
If it had just been a body double, then with the job already completed, Kanzai wouldn't have gone out of his way to travel to Guganyu.
"It wasn't a body double," Kanzai affirmed, just as Moro expected.
Raising his head, Kanzai stared at the silver-haired woman on the TV with a cold, unreadable expression.
"That's why I need to figure this out myself."
"..."
Moro was momentarily speechless.
He almost wanted to ask, is this really necessary?—but he held back.
Kanzai glanced at him and said irritably, "Just say whatever's on your mind. Why are you holding back?"
Although they hadn't known each other for long and had only interacted a few times, Kanzai already regarded Moro as a friend.
Seeing Moro hesitate, he made it clear he didn't mind.
Since Kanzai had said so, Moro decided to be direct.
"I was just surprised… Your job is already over, so why go through all this trouble?"
"Trouble, huh…"
Kanzai lowered his head slightly and absentmindedly stirred the scallions in his bowl of noodles with his chopsticks.
As the oil-slicked broth rippled outward, it seemed to disturb his thoughts as well.
Yeah… is this really necessary?
Kanzai asked himself.
"You know I said a lot of trouble, right?"
Across from him, Moro quietly corrected him.
"..."
After a brief silence, Kanzai bared his teeth and slapped the menu in irritation.
"You done picking your food yet?"
"Yeah."
Moro hadn't actually decided what to eat, but in this situation, he just pointed at something random.
Kanzai called over a waiter and placed their order.
Once the waiter left, Kanzai frowned and scratched his head.
"Moro, honestly, it's not weird for you to think that way. Even I don't know why I had to come here…"
As he spoke, his scratching intensified, and a rare seriousness appeared on his face.
"Maybe it's because of my title as a Hunter. Or maybe… I'm just pissed off."
"Pissed off?"
Moro didn't quite get it.
Kanzai put down his hand, glanced at the TV again, and said in a deep voice:
"My employer really did die. So who the hell is this?
I've never seen an ability that can perfectly replicate someone's height and appearance, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist."
"Just the thought that someone might be using a dead person for their own purposes… Even if there's only the slightest chance of that being true, it disgusts me. I can't ignore it."
As Kanzai spoke, his eyes sharpened, like a tiger about to strike.
He had failed to protect his employer.
Yet he had still gotten paid in advance, because his employer had been so determined.
The whole thing already left a bad taste in his mouth.
Now, seeing the employer resurface like this, Kanzai felt like his whole body was crawling with fleas.
Before he even processed his own feelings, he had already arrived in Guganyu.
Moro's Perspective
Sitting across from Kanzai, Moro silently observed him.
He could only conclude one thing:
This man had a 100% "strong" personality.
Or perhaps it was because Kanzai valued being a Hunter more than most people did.
For some reason, Moro thought back to the Gourmet Hunter he met in the forest.
Compared to that guy, Kanzai was definitely someone worthy of respect.
"I've seen it before," Moro said casually.
Taking a napkin, he wiped his chopsticks and calmly added, "I've encountered an ability that can perfectly replicate both body and appearance.
At the very least, I can confirm that such a thing does exist. I hope that helps you."
"Eh?"
Kanzai was momentarily stunned, then let out a bitter chuckle.
"Man… I called you here to treat you to a feast, not to make you listen to me complain."
"It's fine."
Moro smiled and casually glanced at the menu, as if to say—
A feast, huh.
Kanzai wasn't the type to overthink things, but he wasn't slow either.
Seeing the meaningful look in Moro's eyes, he immediately understood.
"Come on, cut me some slack. It's not like I had a better option."
Kanzai pushed the menu back to Moro and said sincerely,
"Besides… this is only the first meal. There'll be a second.
And I checked online—everyone says this place is really good. So why don't you order a few extra bowls?"
"Then I won't hold back."
Moro picked up the menu and ordered a few expensive meat dishes along with an extra bowl of noodles.
He was actually starving.
The Meal
When the dishes arrived, Moro immediately started devouring them.
The bone-broth soup was shockingly delicious, with a rich umami that almost rivaled seafood.
Surprised, Moro let out a sound of approval and downed half the broth before even touching the noodles.
Seeing his reaction, Kanzai grinned.
"Not complaining now, huh?"
"Yeah, not bad," Moro admitted, exhaling in satisfaction.
Maybe it was because he was too hungry, but after just a few sips of broth, he felt an unexpected sense of fulfillment—as if being alive was enough.
Maybe that was the true power of food.
Moro buried himself in his meal, finishing everything within minutes.
If Kanzai hadn't invited him, he never would have guessed that a town as chaotic as Pritt would have such amazing food.
But as he put down his chopsticks, a thought surfaced in his mind:
Unfortunately, right now… I don't have the "privilege" to just enjoy myself.
Departure & The Next Step
After finishing their meal, Kanzai was about to head to the airport.
At the entrance of the restaurant, Moro bid him farewell and watched as Kanzai's stubborn silhouette disappeared into the distance.
Only when Kanzai was completely out of sight did Moro withdraw his gaze.
His mind drifted to Miz Snake Galu, another member of the Zodiac Twelve.
Compared to Galu's cold and detached personality, Kanzai was much more human—easier to get along with and build connections.
Moro silently wished him good luck.
Then, he pulled out his phone.
"Now that I'm full… it's time to get down to business."
Lowering his eyes, he concealed the fleeting chill that flashed within them.
On his phone, he opened an email from Argo.
The words "virus," "human experiments," and "organ trafficking" immediately stood out.
The so-called "Menu" organization—
They weren't just trafficking people.
They were even handling virus research contracts.
Clients with those kinds of needs?
They were on the level of nations.
This made Nolan Gambino's ambition abundantly clear.
But Moro didn't care about that.
His only goal—
Was to destroy them completely.
And this city…
Was just the first step in his counterattack.
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