"Hm? Another one?"
Chairman Netero, who was happily playing with the normal Wrestling Killer, noticed a new participant.
He was ready to play with both of these little fellows, but then…
"This one's purple? Hm? Why does it look different?"
A sudden warning signal blasted in his heart.
Chairman Netero's gaze instantly sharpened while looking at the clearly different Wrestling Killer Z.
He watched as it quickly raised its arm, without any hesitation, like the normal version.
It didn't care whether it would hit Chairman Netero or whether others nearby might get caught in the blast.
Just like that…
Bang!
A violent jet-propelled cannon shot straight at Chairman Netero's face.
Whoosh!
Chairman Netero dodged with a flash.
The projectile continued unabated and slammed into the side of the airship's wall.
Boom!
A huge hole was blasted into the wall.
"Hohoho, such a powerful force?"
Chairman Netero glanced and chuckled: "Looks like this robot assassin is much more determined to kill me..."
Before he could finish speaking, Wrestling Killer Z had already rushed at him again.
And without a word, it raised the launcher again and fired repeatedly at Chairman Netero's face.
Chairman Netero: "..."
Indeed, there's a huge difference between assassins.
This little purple one must be the toughest and most troublesome type of assassin.
No wonder it looks completely different from that little green one.
It must be an upgraded version... Or the elite among the assassins.
Like the Zoldyck Family in the assassin world.
Chairman Netero originally wanted to observe a bit longer, but then…
"Chairman, I brought your coins..."
Bang!
Mr. Beans had just knocked and walked in when a projectile grazed his head, slamming into the wall behind him with a violent explosion.
Mr. Beans: "..."
He stiffly turned his head to stare at the huge hole behind him, dumbfounded.
Chairman, did you call me here to bring coins... Just to have me get shot at?!
"Hohoho, not only is the firepower strong, but the bloodlust toward me is fierce. Originally I just wanted to play around a bit..."
Seeing this, Chairman Netero quickly grabbed the coins from Mr. Beans.
"And it's so reckless, it doesn't care at all about harming innocents..."
"As expected, it indeed has the cold-blooded, ruthless, by-any-means-needed side of a true assassin..."
Chairman Netero's eyes narrowed slightly; he had already made up his mind.
Meanwhile, Wrestling Killer Z, annoyed that the normal Wrestling Killer was getting in the way, initiated internal conflict, blasting the normal Wrestling Killer away again.
Seizing this opportunity, Chairman Netero raised his hand and caught the normal Wrestling Killer.
"Normally, after receiving the commission fee, for an assassin to abandon a mission, you'd need at least twice the amount as compensation."
"But that's only for regular assassins. Stronger ones demand three times, even five times the cancellation fee."
"And the truly strong ones..."
Chairman Netero, long having decided, inserted the coin representing 100 Jenny into the normal Wrestling Killer's coin slot.
Ka-ka-ka.
Sure enough, under Chairman Netero's knowing gaze, the regular version of the Wrestling Killer robot swayed twice.
Then it stopped completely, returning to its inert, motionless state.
"More than ten times the cost, huh?"
Chairman Netero casually tossed the Wrestling Killer back to Mr. Beans, who had mostly recovered from shock.
Then he looked seriously at the Wrestling Killer Z.
"That green, standard model already needs ten times the amount. So how much does this more powerful one require?"
"Ten times? Twenty times? Or a hundred times?"
Chairman Netero weighed the coins in his hand and suddenly felt he didn't have enough.
And what was even more troublesome was that aside from the coins, his other hand had to constantly hold onto the ball.
"Chairman, if you're just going to hold the ball tight against your chest like that..."
Luke teased as he looked on: "Then this isn't dodgeball anymore, this is rugby."
"Are you planning to use something like a tackle, too?"
"If it really turns into rugby, then I would feel really bad about having to violently snatch the ball from an old man..."
"I mean, I don't want people saying I bully the elderly..."
Traditional dodgeball: if the ball hits you and you can't catch it, you're out.
So boring... So dull.
But regular dodgeball, enhanced with Nen's ability, was way more fun…
But due to the interference from the Wrestling Killer Z, Chairman Netero was clearly pushing this game in a different direction.
"Dodgeball is dodgeball, not rugby."
He said without even looking up. "The ball is right here. If you've got the ability, just come take it."
Of course, that was just talk.
He still loosened his grip a bit and continued dribbling the ball on the ground while dealing with the robot.
The pressure definitely increased... Just a tiny bit.
"If you have any other interesting inventions, feel free to bring them out too."
Chairman Netero chuckled. "It will give this old man a chance to broaden his horizons."
"Oh? Chairman, are you sure you still need other inventions?"
Luke folded his arms. "Don't underestimate this Wrestling Killer Z..."
"It still has other powerful functions it hasn't shown yet."
"If you get too careless..."
His lips curled into a smile.
"... You might end up capsized in the gutter."
Swoosh!
The moment Luke finished speaking, the Wrestling Killer Z changed its movement again!
After realizing that just aiming wouldn't allow its cannon to hit, it immediately altered its strategy.
Ka-ka-ka.
Mechanical sounds echoed as it expanded.
Several pitch-black cannons suddenly emerged from its back!
No one could understand where it was hiding so many weapons in such a small frame!
Chairman Netero: "..."
Mr. Beans: "...!"
Under Chairman Netero's silent stare and the Beans' mounting terror, Wrestling Killer Z finished locking its firepower and aimed at Chairman Netero again!
If accuracy isn't enough…
Then just unleash full firepower and increase hit rate by coverage!
If you wipe the whole area clean, then whether it's perfectly aimed or not, as long as the target is within the field, there's no escape!
Run? Go ahead and run! I dare you to run!
A full-range blast to compensate for the lack of accuracy!
Aside from consuming more ammunition and causing a much wider range of collateral damage… There aren't really any other downsides.
And to the Wrestling Killer Z, those two drawbacks aren't even worth 1 second of thought.
Its purpose is simply to complete its mission, and... enjoy the fun of accomplishing it!