"Joker, whose real name is Jay White, has no past records. He suddenly appeared on the Youlubi Continent three years ago, killed a truck driver, and stole a truck. It's suspected that his true origin is Meteor Street..."
"During this time, he has roamed multiple continents, committing over a dozen crimes of varying scales. Each time, he manages to toy with the police and escape, clearly having developed a Nenryoku that's conducive to 'escape'..."
"A month ago, he fled to the Mimbo Republic and committed the infamous '711 Pirate Ship' incident..."
"Half a month ago, he hijacked a cargo ship from the Republic of Padokea en route to the Kakin Empire, killing the captain and 173 crew members, and stealing 17 pieces of ancient artifacts... suspected to be a group crime..."
"What can be ascertained now is that he himself is likely a 'Manipulation' Nen user, with abilities suspected to be 'Possession,' capable of seizing control of others' bodies through physical contact. Moreover... according to the information just received from Dwight, customs on the scene did not find any contraband such as firearms and ammunition..."
"Therefore, it's deduced that he has at least one accomplice who's a 'Space Type' Nenryoku user, somewhere between 'Conjuration' or 'Transmutation'...."
On Kukuroo Mountain, half an hour had passed since Roy left. After dealing with Killua, Silva casually draped a blanket over himself, lay on the tiger-skin sofa, drank red wine, and pondered...
The butler reporting to him was Tsubone's son, an elder in the house. Raised in the Zoldyck Family from a young age by Tsubone, he had successively served as apprentice butler, formal butler, head of butlers, and had even followed Young Master Roy when he was born twenty years ago, until he took over Wutong, then was dispatched to the intelligence agency for being responsible for intelligence gathering, list sorting, and other tasks, directly reporting to Silva.
Holding a stack of documents in his hands, he spoke eloquently, paused upon seeing Silva raise his hand.
"Hall, your wife is about to give birth, isn't she?"
"Due on October 11th, thank you for your concern, Master." Hall was taken aback, but couldn't help but smile in happiness.
"Have you decided on a name yet?"
"Not yet."
Hall seemed to sense something, looked at Silva with hope.
The man swirled his wine glass, pondered, and said, "As the rain falls like music, let's call her Yu Yin."
Hall bowed slightly: "I, on behalf of my little daughter Yu Yin, thank you, Master, for naming her."
"So, it's a daughter..." Silva gazed out the window distractedly, fell silent for a moment, and gestured for him to continue...
Hall nodded, "Young Master Roy spotted traces of 'Joker' at the airport. The suspect seems intent on hijacking a plane, replicating the '711 Pirate Ship' tragedy. Master Zeno has been notified and is on his way back now."
"But I worry he might not make it in time." At this point, Hall carefully requested: "Master, should we send more people to assist Young Master Roy... the suspects are working in a group, it might be too much for Wutong to handle on his own...."
Silva remained silent, shaking the wine glass in his hand, the red liquid as shocking as blood.
The atmosphere in the room seemed to stagnate, when hurried footsteps were heard from outside the door, followed by Luke bursting in past the door with a frantic expression....
"Master, something's wrong, Young Master Illumi has run away...."
Silva's hand paused, wine spilling out, soaking the freshly washed and dried carpet....
In the garden separated by a window, there was no one in sight, a hole left there... beside it, Milluki was struggling to pile up dirt, his chubby face flushed red, when suddenly, his foot slipped, causing him to fall backward, frightfully prompting the small butler to rush in to assist, only to grab thin air....
....
"Woosh~" The clouds were torn and rolled to either side, and onboard the K3285 aircraft heading towards Heavens Arena....
Roy and Wutong, with a gun pressed to the back of their heads, calmly gazed at the little girl opposite them, who giggled like the girl next door, sweetly extending a hand: "Big brother, if you won't eat the candy, at least try some of the snacks?"
A cup of black tea and a plate of snacks can completely dispel the fatigue of travel... but the tea is poison and the person more poisonous....
"Everyone here is underage, so let's drop the act, 'Joker'." The walking stick was placed next to his knee, Roy realized the issue, spoke a word to expose the girl's 'identity,' and simultaneously motioned slightly to Wutong to not act rashly.
Wutong understood, his right hand resting about a finger's distance away from his pocket, silently calculating the 'time'....
The little girl went berserk, "Acting? Who's acting?!"
"Choose between the gun and the candy!"
As she spoke, without any visible movement, a gun suddenly 'appeared' in her small hand, instantly blasting off her mom's head beside her with a shot!
Smoke rose from the barrel, and through it, you could see a huge hole in the woman's forehead, her body went soft, sliding straight down from the seat...
Roy and Wutong's eyes narrowed, not comprehending why she would kill her own yet when the door to the cabin was pushed open, another woman entered and sat next to the little girl...
Her expression identical to that of the woman who had just fallen...
'Skin changed, core didn't, the woman is Manipulation... the girl is Conjuration or a 'Space Type' Nenryoku user capable of storing weapons and ammunition....'
Roy had a quick judgment, ignoring the gun pressed to the back of his head, boldly slumping on the couch, feigned laziness: "Let me guess.... "
"The 'Joker' in the airport should also be a Nen Beast you're manipulating."
"If you wanted to kill me, there wouldn't be a need to repeatedly feed me candy, so...."
"What are you afraid of?"
Roy crossed his hands, gripping the staff, directly facing them: "Is it my identity you're wary of?"
The woman and girl's expressions changed....
Roy thought it was just as he had guessed, increasingly composed, laughed at himself: "It seems we Zoldyck still hold some reputation in the world, making you terrorists have to be cautious..."
"Young Master is right, you should be aware what it'd mean to offend the Zoldyck!" Wutong finally understood after watching for so long... the terrifying thing about terrorists is their lawlessness, lack of fear... if it were him, why talk nonsense or eat candy, just feed him two bullets right away, quicker and easier!
"I understand your mother!" The little girl couldn't hold back, sprang up instantly, aimed at Roy, and fired!
"I hate you high and mighty folks the most, no matter if you're Zoldyck or not, all can just drop dead!"
Angry? Anger is just right... it makes one lose reasoning, exposes weaknesses!
"Wutong, take action!"
Roy kicked over the table, drew out the Staff Blade!
"Bang bang....." a few shots rang out.
The cabin descended into chaos, suddenly a dinner fork was flung over, scraping past Roy's cheek, heading straight for the girl...
Followed by a wooden-eyed 'child'...
"I knew it, you can't do without me..."