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The following day passed without incident—
But thanks to intel Kite brought back from the black market, Joey learned the truth:
A bounty had indeed been placed on him.
But oddly enough—it was a live capture, not an assassination.
And the reward?
One hundred million Jenny.
That was no small sum, especially for someone with no public profile.
After all, Joey's official status was just a former Hunter Association temp.
That kind of money could tempt just about any freelance assassin.
What baffled Joey, however, was that the bounty wasn't tied to any of his hidden crimes.
His past as Killer Yoshikage had never been revealed.
The only known "value" on him... was his identity as one of the Chimera Ant Extermination Team members.
Perhaps that was enough to get him mistaken for a high-ranking figure.
Newbie assassins might have thought they were targeting just another lucky survivor.
But that theory didn't apply to the attacker from yesterday.
According to the report—compiled by none other than Sambika herself—the man had been dead for over 30 minutes before he was discovered.
In other words, he was already a corpse when he delivered the food.
"That guy wasn't after the money,"
Joey muttered.
He felt sure this attempt came from Fourth Prince Tserriednich's faction.
The Eighth Prince, while hostile, would've just issued a kill order.
But Tserriednich? He was known for his obsession with dissecting people alive.
Joey didn't doubt the Prince would want him captured to experiment on his Nen abilities.
But was the prince really so desperate?
Or… was something else going on behind the scenes?
Joey's available data wasn't enough to connect all the dots.
"Guess I'll have to rely on Mizaistom's investigation,"
he muttered under his breath.
Meanwhile, Killua had yet to report back—
Joey suspected that things weren't going as smoothly as in the manga.
This time, it wasn't Gon who needed saving.
It was Andrei, a near-stranger to the Zoldyck family.
Not worth exposing Alluka's power over.
Thinking it through, Joey realized something else:
If Killua wanted freedom for both himself and Alluka, he needed to prove she wasn't dangerous when with him.
Otherwise, if the family realized he could command the power of Nanika,
both siblings would likely be imprisoned or turned into puppets under Illumi's control.
For the Zoldycks, that wouldn't even be out of character.
Joey understood why Killua was playing things cautiously.
But it raised questions:
What role could the rest of the Extermination Team play in this?
How could they help?
And what part was Joey supposed to play?
Realistically, the Zoldycks wouldn't want Alluka anywhere near outsiders.
If anyone escorted them, it'd be Zoldyck butlers—not Extermination Team members.
At most, the others could provide funds, secure airships for cover, or build a private quarantine ward for Andrei.
None of which involved Joey.
So, for now, he focused on solving his own problems.
If he didn't, even joining Kite for expeditions later would mean dragging Kakin assassins behind him like sticky gum.
He tapped his pen against the hotel desk, sketching circles on a blank sheet of paper.
He had ideas.
August 8th.
Joey accompanied Kite and Gon to Hunter Association Headquarters.
Thanks to a new temporary staff ID provided by Mizaistom, he blended in easily.
He wasn't here to vote.
He was here to observe—
To witness Gon meeting Ging,
to watch the Zodiac Twelve,
and—possibly—catch a glimpse of Hisoka.
The father-son reunion had been one of his favorite manga scenes.
As for the Zodiacs and Hisoka, Joey was just morbidly curious.
"Clown Prince of Toilets."
"Fruit Farmer."
"Pervert."
Hisoka was unforgettable.
The Phantom Troupe also intrigued Joey, though he didn't expect them to show up.
Hisoka, on the other hand, thrived on chaos—
And chaos was coming.
The Association had 662 licensed Hunters.
Joey scanned the lobby and recognized a few:
Biscuit, Sambika, Knuckle, Shoot...
Not many, but enough.
Like Hisoka, he began rating the others—imagining Nen power levels in his head.
"Not as exciting as you hoped, huh?"
came Mizaistom's voice nearby.
"It's fine."
Joey smiled and accepted the folder Mizaistom handed him.
Voting had begun.
But Ging was nowhere in sight.
Apparently, he'd left two days ago, leaving a note for Gon with Beans, the late Chairman's secretary.
The election was predictable:
Pariston Hill would win by a landslide.
What caught Joey's attention instead was Hisoka strolling toward the ballot box.
A dozen Zodiac members threw passive-aggressive barbs at him—
Joey was loving it.
Then another figure appeared beside Hisoka.
Illumi Zoldyck, covered in needle-like pins.
They exchanged a few words, then walked out of the building together.
With the fun over, Joey sighed and scratched his chest—
his beetle-shaped Nen compass buzzing faintly.
Time to head back to the hotel.
Mizaistom had delivered the intel.
It was time to strategize, analyze the data, and eliminate anyone targeting him.
But just as he stepped out of the building—
Two cars came roaring straight toward him.
Through the windshields, Joey spotted blank-eyed drivers—
Assassination attempt.
Before he could react, the car windows rolled down.
Rifles appeared.
Tat-tat-tat!
Gunfire erupted at the Hunter Association's front gates.
Joey dove into a flowerbed, narrowly avoiding the bullets.
Nen could block small arms fire…
But assault rifles?
Not unless you were a Reinforcement-type with incredible durability.
He had no time for anything fancy.
But once in cover, he retaliated.
Joey formed a Nen bullet at his fingertip and fired.
Being an Emission-type, this was his specialty.
Mid-range combat was his home turf.
The drivers—clearly ordinary civilians under control—
showed no Nen aura.
And their eyes were wrong.
"They're already dead…"
Which meant Joey had no reason to hold back.
If he could locate the controller, he'd bring out Killer Queen immediately—
But until then, he'd limit his techniques.
Boom! Boom!
His Nen bullets ripped through windshields and skulls.
He used a bit of Manipulation to steer the bullets in-flight—
trading power for accuracy.
That precision paid off.
Bullet-sized holes opened in their foreheads—
but the bodies didn't fall.
Instead, they moved sluggishly—
Like zombies.
Which told Joey even more.
The attacker was a Manipulator—
Not using puppets, but animating corpses directly.
Just like a necromancer.
A bullet to the brain slowed them…
But didn't stop them.
Only by destroying the head entirely could he disable them.
Joey adjusted his aim, launching more bullets.
But then—
The cars suddenly veered off-course… and slammed into each other.
Boom!
Smoke and flame burst skyward.
"That fast?"
Joey narrowed his eyes.
Why self-destruct so suddenly?
He canceled his attack, letting his bullets dissipate.
At the Association's entrance, several Pro Hunters had appeared.
Their eyes shifted from the burning wreckage…
to Joey.
"Tch. Trouble."
Their stances—spreading out—made Joey frown.
Something about this attack wasn't right.
He had a feeling—
This was only the beginning.