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Hunter x Hunter: The Sun Breathing Zoldyck - 53
🕑 Added 2025-10-16 13:07:37 +0000 UTCChapter 53: The Zoldyck Family's Value × Illumi's Escape
"Clown, real name Jay White. No past records. Three years ago he suddenly appeared on the Yorbian Continent, killed a truck driver, and stole a truck. Suspected to have originated from Meteor City."
"During this period, he continuously moved across multiple continents, committing over ten crimes, large and small. Each time he managed to evade the police and escape, clearly having developed Nen abilities suitable for evasion."
"A month ago, he fled to the Mimbo Republic, committing the notorious '711 Pirate Ship' incident."
"Half a month ago, he hijacked a cargo ship from the Batorokia Republic heading to the Kakin Empire, murdered the captain and 173 crew members, and stole seventeen antique artifacts. Suspected of working with a gang."
"What can now be confirmed is that he should be a Manipulation Nen user. His ability seems to be 'possession'—through physical contact with others, he can seize control of their bodies. Additionally, according to information just sent by Dwight, customs at the scene didn't detect him carrying prohibited items like firearms or ammunition."
"Therefore, we can conclude his accomplices include at least one Nen user with spatial abilities, somewhere between Conjuration and Transmutation systems."
Kukuroo Mountain—half an hour after Roy's departure. Silva, having finished with Kikyo, casually draped a blanket over himself, lying on the tiger-skin sofa while listening to the butler's report, drinking red wine, lost in thought.
The butler reporting to him was Tsubone's son, also a seasoned member of the household. Since childhood, he'd been raised by his mother Tsubone at the Zoldyck estate, serving successively as intern butler, official butler, butler squad leader. The year he turned twenty, Roy was born. He followed Roy for a period until Gotoh took over, then was assigned to intelligence work, responsible for intelligence gathering and list organization, reporting directly to Silva alone.
Holding a stack of materials, he spoke methodically. Looking up to find Silva raising his hand, he immediately stopped.
"Hall, your wife's about to give birth, right?"
"October 11th due date. Thank you for your concern, master." Hall paused, unable to hide his happiness.
"Have you chosen a name?"
"Not yet."
Hall seemed to sense something, looking expectantly at Silva. The man swirled his wine glass, pondering. "Rain falls like music. Call her Amane."
Hall bowed in salute. "Hall thanks you, master, on behalf of my daughter Amane for her name."
"So it's a daughter." Silva stared absently out the window. After prolonged silence, he waved for Hall to continue.
Hall nodded. "Young Master Roy discovered the 'Clown's' tracks at the airport. The other party is suspected of planning a hijacking to replicate the '711' Pirate Ship massacre. Master Zeno has already been notified and is on his way back."
"But I'm worried he might not make it in time." Hall said this carefully, requesting instructions. "Master, should we dispatch more personnel to support Young Master Roy? They're working in a group. Gotoh alone may not be able to handle it."
Silva said nothing, swirling the wine glass in his hand. The dark red liquid looked like blood—shocking to see. The room's air seemed to freeze. Hasty footsteps sounded from outside the door. Then the door burst open, revealing Luke's panicked face.
"Master! Young Master Illumi has escaped!"
Silva's hand paused. Wine spilled out, staining the carpet that had just been washed, dried, and replaced.
One window away in the garden, the object was gone, leaving only a pit. Beside the pit, Milluki was straining, his fat face flushed red. Suddenly his foot slipped and he toppled into the pit headfirst. The frightened little butler hurriedly tried to pull him out but couldn't get a grip.
The clouds parted and rolled away. On Flight K3285 heading to Heaven's Arena, Roy and Gotoh sat calmly with gun barrels pressed against the backs of their heads, watching the little girl. She giggled, looking exactly like the sweet girl next door, extending her hand. "Big brother, if you won't eat candy, you can at least have some tea and snacks?"
A sip of black tea and a plate of snacks could eliminate fatigue during the journey, but the tea was poisoned.
"We're all minors here. Let's stop pretending, Mr. 'Clown.'" The cane lay beside his knee. Roy realized the problem, exposing the little girl's "identity" in one sentence while simultaneously signaling Gotoh not to act rashly.
Gotoh understood, placing his right hand about a finger's distance from his pants pocket, silently calculating the timing.
The little girl's expression twisted. "Pretending? Who's pretending?! Gun or candy—you choose!"
Without any visible movement, her small hand suddenly produced a handgun, aiming at the woman beside her and blowing off her head with one shot!
Smoke rose from the gun barrel. Through it, one could see a huge hole in the woman's forehead. Her body went limp, sliding straight down from the seat.
Roy and Gotoh's gazes sharpened. Before they could figure out why she'd kill her own accomplice, the cabin door opened. Another woman walked in, sitting right beside the little girl. Her expression was identical to the woman who'd just fallen.
The appearance changed, but the person didn't. The woman is Manipulation, the girl is Conjuration or has spatial abilities to store firearms and ammunition.
Roy instantly made his judgment. Ignoring the gun pressed against his head, he brazenly leaned back, feigning laziness. "Let me guess. That clown at the airport should also be a Nen beast you're controlling, right? If you wanted to kill me, you wouldn't need to repeatedly try feeding me candy. So what are you wary of?"
Roy gripped his cane with crossed hands, looking directly at them. "Are you wary of my identity?"
The woman's and girl's expressions changed.
Roy thought, 'Just as I suspected,' becoming increasingly composed. He smiled self-mockingly. "Looks like we Zoldycks still have some reputation in the world, making even you terrorists tread carefully."
"The young master is right. You should know clearly what consequences offending the Zoldycks brings!" Gotoh had watched long enough to understand. Terrorists were terrifying because they were lawless and fearless. If it were him, he'd skip the candy and small talk—just shoot them right away for efficiency!
"Screw you!" The little girl couldn't hold back, instantly erupting. Aiming at Roy, she fired!
"I hate you arrogant bastards the most! Don't care if you're Zoldyck or not—all of you die!"
Angry? Good, be angry. Anger means losing control! Exposing weaknesses!
"Gotoh, move!"
Roy kicked over the table, drawing the cane sword!
Several gunshots rang out. The cabin erupted in chaos. Suddenly a dining fork flew over, scraping past Roy's cheek, heading straight for the girl.
Behind it followed a "brat" with hollow eyes.
"I knew it—you can't do without me."
