"Besides..."
His gaze lingered on the small doll in Luke's hand for a few more seconds.
He truly couldn't see what was special about it. "Just a little toy like that, are you sure it will even work on me?"
"Whether it works or not."
Luke smiled: "We will only know once I use it."
Luke set the doll on the floor, then pulled out a coin from his pocket.
It wore a black cowboy hat, dark sunglasses, a round little body dressed in a black suit and tie, looking just like a miniature assassin robot.
Invention: Wrestling Killer
Origin: Doraemon World — Future Tech Company
Function: Also known as Mr. Tumble. After inserting a coin, the device locks onto its target and executes three attack actions. To cancel the mission, the user must pay ten times the original cost.
That's right, Luke had taken out the infamous assassination robot, Wrestling Killer!
It was a mercenary-type robotic tool. To be activated, a ten-Jenny coin had to be inserted to begin its operation.
If the mission was stopped prematurely, a cancellation fee ten times greater had to be paid.
Otherwise, it would bypass all restrictions and take any means necessary to complete its mission.
Its design logic leaned toward the extreme; it could even pose a threat to its user.
Once activated, it transformed into a combat-capable robotic form.
After the coin was inserted, it would relentlessly pursue its target and make it fall three times.
Unless the mission was canceled, it would think of every possible method to achieve its goal, which is a terrifying feature.
Payment was simple: just insert a coin into the slot on its back and designate the target.
Luke took a ten-Jenny coin from his pocket and inserted it into the slot on the Wrestling Killer's back.
"Isaac Netero."
He said while inserting the coin and speaking the Chairman's name aloud.
And then...
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Wrestling Killer was activated immediately. That once emotionless little assassin's face suddenly revealed a wicked smile.
It turned around at once, staring straight at Chairman Netero, who was holding the ball and had triggered the Wrestling Killer.
"A killer-type robot, huh?"
Judging from its appearance and from Luke's earlier act of inserting a coin and calling his name, Chairman Netero instantly deduced the nature of the Wrestling Killer.
Yeah, with that assassin-like design, it would be strange not to notice.
"But if I didn't see wrong just now..."
Chairman Netero raised his gaze toward Luke, his tone light and teasing.
"You only put a ten-Jenny coin into that robot's slot, didn't you?"
"Are you saying, in your eyes, that the price to assassinate me is worth only ten Jenny?"
"No, no, no..."
Luke waved his hand. "First of all, Chairman Netero, while it is a killer-type robot, its main function is simply to make people fall down."
With an expression of complete sincerity, Luke explained, "So this isn't an assassination. I just wanted to use it to restrict your movements a little."
"Also, I did put in ten Jenny, but that wasn't the cost of an assassination."
"If it were an assassination, that would require a different price..."
"Is that so?"
Chairman Netero stroked his beard. "To make me fall over only costs ten Jenny, that's quite the bargain."
"I doubt even the Zoldyck Family could offer a rate that cheap."
"But speaking of the Zoldyck Family, I am curious..."
Luke asked: "What price did they set for assassinating you, chairman?"
"Why don't you take a guess..."
Chairman Netero replied casually while brushing off the question.
Then he turned his gaze toward the approaching Wrestling Killer, who was slowly walking toward him.
No matter how closely Chairman Netero observed, he couldn't detect anything unusual about the robot.
It has no trace of any aura.
Of course, Chairman Netero didn't let his guard down because of that.
After all, many tools and devices powered by Nen's ability could produce special effects.
If that so-called assassin robot really managed to meet its operational condition and restrict his movements, even Chairman Netero would have no one to blame but himself.
Thus, his attention was split, half on Luke, half on the little robot in front of him.
Until it finally stopped right before him, and then...
Swish!
Wrestling Killer swiftly raised its hand, pulling out its handgun and aiming straight at Chairman Netero.
At that same instant, Chairman Netero moved just as fast.
With a smooth flip, he easily dodged the shot the robot had pointed his way.
"So it attacks only with gun-type weapons, huh?"
Just as this thought crossed Netero's mind, he saw the so-called Wrestling Killer once again raise his gun and point it at him.
"Hohoho, looks like it won't give up until it lands a hit on me, huh?"
Chairman Netero chuckled lightly and once again dodged the shot.
And then...
Whoosh!
His bare foot tapped lightly against the floor, and his body instantly burst into motion.
Before the Wrestling Killer could fire another shot, Chairman Netero had already appeared by its side in a flash.
Then he directly lifted his foot...
Bang!
The Wrestling Killer was sent flying by Chairman Netero's kick.
Thud!
It rolled on the ground several times before finally stopping.
Then...
Click!
It quickly got up again, acting like nothing had happened, its tiny feet pattering rapidly as it rushed toward Chairman Netero again.
"Huh? One strike didn't even break it?!"
Chairman Netero looked in surprise at the Wrestling Killer, who was still able to move and jump.
He knew that although that kick didn't use his full strength, he had wrapped it with his aura.
That attack was by no means an ordinary move.
Even in this world, the number of people who dared to face that kind of kick head-on could be counted on two hands.
And they wouldn't take it directly like that; they would need to deflect the force or use other techniques.
Yet the Wrestling Killer, after being blasted away, seemed completely unharmed and was launching a second charge.
That indeed surprised Chairman Netero a bit.
The Wrestling Killer did have an indestructible quality. In Nobita's Treasure Island, Doraemon even used it as a weapon against pirates.
Chairman Netero was surprised after seeing its condition.
But only for a moment.
After all, throughout his long life, what kind of strange and unusual Nen abilities had he not seen?