Become a full-time hunter and become the Supreme Will

Finally, the performance show at the Gram Hotel, held in a venue that can accommodate 100,000 people, began.

The circus, headed by Moritonio, stepped onto the stage they had longed for.

“This show is the biggest event in all of Gramgarrans!”

"Success here means that you will become a world-class artist..."

"This is also the stage that everyone who is engaged in performance dreams of stepping onto."

While the members were waiting, a manager found them and said in a tone and manner full of pride.

"Today's performance will be held in front of the highest authority in Garans, the head of the Gram family..."

"His applause is the best compliment to you, and it is equivalent to being praised by the whole world."

The Gram family?

Hearing this name, Hao's heart moved.

The mafia forces in Ubian Continent are extremely rampant, and it is also the main operating area of ​​Shi Laotou Industry, not far from Youkesin City. Judging from the fact that this city was named Gram, combined with the background... it was hard not to think that the leader of the Gram clan was probably the boss of the underground forces.

"Come on, everybody."

After watching the manager leave, the group leader Maulitonio smiled at the nervous members.

Whether you can ‘become famous in one battle’ is today!

Then, with the music and the opening of the curtain, the performance began.

The members took the stage one after another as they had rehearsed at the beginning.

The hall was packed with seats... and the crowd was buzzing.

In terms of performing arts alone, the Moritonio Circus still has two skills, otherwise it would be impossible to become famous... Every time the show ends, the audience does not hesitate to applaud, and the atmosphere is fiery.

And when the team leader Moritonio once again broke away from gravity, stepped into the air, and showed off his special skill of "swimming in the air", his graceful and elegant figure completely made people excited...

He lives up to his reputation as an artist.

The performance was undoubtedly a success.

No chain dropped...

Back behind the scenes, everyone has a happy smile on their face. Presumably... it won't be long before their net worth soars, and at least they will become popular celebrities in Gram.

As for the leader, he was taken away by the manager, saying that he was going to see the boss of the Gram clan...

…

In the evening, everyone gathered together to celebrate.

"You guys are so awesome!"

"Drink to your heart's content today, and you won't come home until you're drunk!"

"Abaqi is a girl, so just drink juice!"

The girl looked around and found no trace of Hisoka or Hajime. The leader, who had returned a long time ago, was also missing...

"Where are the two of them?"

Abaqi asked.

"Tch! Those two brats, no matter what they do!"

Fatty Bolize snorted coldly.

"I'll go look for it."

Abaqi wanted to get up.

"What are you looking for? Sit down quickly. I'm not telling you, Abachi, stay away from Hisoka and Hajime! Especially Hisoka, Hajime has changed after following him. He is not as honest as he was at the beginning!"

"Well……"

One person reached out and grabbed the girl and tried to dissuade her.

…

In a performance venue with 100,000 people.

Moritonio sat on the steps of the hotel, looking at the empty auditorium.

At this time, a burst of footsteps came from behind.

"Yo."

A familiar way of greeting made the old man smile: "It's Hisoka... and Hazel..."

He didn't look back.

The people who arrived were two young men who, in Moritonio's opinion, were incredibly talented.

"So many people are noisy here during the day, but at this time...it's extremely quiet here...it always gives people an unreal feeling."

Moritonio sighed.

"After everything is over, people will feel deserted... There is a strong sense of gap."

"It's just like magic... On the stage, we cast magic on ourselves, and we are so glamorous... When everything fades, we are no different from these audiences, just ordinary... mortals."

"Just like magic itself, it doesn't really exist after all... Maybe this feeling is the emptiness that every magician can't escape..."

For no reason, the old man made a few sighs.

"The performance was a great success. I was alone here quietly thinking about the future development direction of the theater company..."

"Hisoka... I want to give you a more important job. Don't you think... this is a good opportunity for us to get to know each other?"

Moritonio seemed to have a premonition and said to himself.

First of all, the origin of Hisoka has been a topic of discussion among the members.

Secondly, Hisoka and Hagi, at this time when they were supposed to be celebrating, found their own... purpose, which is thought-provoking.

"Is that you? That serial murderer..."

However, Hisoka suddenly turned his head and smiled at him.

"..."

The group leader was silent for a moment, and then smiled: "Terrible boy."

"Come on, let's have a frank chat, and..."

"Of course, I will also tell you everything about myself."

Moritonio stood up.

"Sorry, I don't really like talking about the past."

Hisoka flipped the playing cards very casually.

"I'm not interested in other people's affairs either."

Hazy, who put his hands in his pockets, said calmly.

"Oh... By the way, how is your left eye? How do you feel... I'm very worried..." Suddenly, Hisoka stopped moving his hand, showed a teasing smile to the leader, and called in a sick tone. : "john.doe?"

Moritonio subconsciously covered the left half of his face with his hand, his expression tense.

"Don't be nervous, if you move too much...be careful, that fake face...will fall off~~"

Hisoka reminded.

"That day, you really wanted to kill Abaqi, right?"

"You shouldn't have murderous intentions towards me and Hajime, right?"

"Are the two of us too dazzling and pricking your sensitive and fragile soul with low self-esteem?"

Hisoka spoke unscrupulously, and every word was like a sharp knife, mercilessly piercing into Moritonio's heart.

"A few words made me exposed. I must have Alzheimer's disease..." The old man laughed at himself and stopped pretending. He tore off a piece of plastered skin from his face, revealing his scarred eyebrows. Jiao looked at Hisoka and then at Yu: "You two... are really dangerous."

Sure enough, I posted something...

Hisoka saw him remove a thin layer from his face, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth became more obvious.

In fact, he had guessed Moritonio's identity very early on. When Abbacchi said that the cities where the circus visited had portraits of serial murderers... He was also sure that Hagi had already figured it out.

"I've always liked people's surprised expressions..."

"I used to perform magic tricks for my family."

"But gradually... ordinary performance methods and audience feedback can no longer satisfy me."

"Finally one day, because of the pursuit of the ultimate 'expression feedback', I killed my sister... The painful and struggling facial features and eyes seemed to be more meaningful than surprise."

"I want to become a hunter or a traveling entertainer just to sublimate and transform my performance form... to pursue a brand new method. But... as time goes by, I find that after every performance, I feel very empty inside. This emotion is difficult to calm down, and I can only calm down after killing someone and seeing their face before they died..."

Seeing Moritonio telling his past events, he backed away silently with an expressionless face.

He knew what was coming next...

The venue was left to the two of them.

The old man squinted at Hisoka: "What do you want to do?"

"Whether you are a murderer or a fraudster, it has nothing to do with me, and I have no interest in it." Hisoka blew on the cards in his hand, "I already have the cards I want..."

Undoubtedly, the card he was referring to was telepathy.

"Although there is no need to stay here anymore...you have helped me...in return, let...me satisfy you."

"Don't you like to surprise people? Don't you feel empty inside? Why don't you... try... to scare me..."

What appeared together with Hisoka's teasing tone was the thought energy floating around him.

In Hisoka's smiling eyes, there was already an irrepressible fighting spirit and madness... and a... morbid excitement and anticipation.

"You don't mind if I...use various methods, do you?"

Moritonio had obviously been warned about Hisoka's provocation and was not surprised.

"Come on... let's... have some fun."

"Either I kill you, or...you kill me!"

What answered him was Hisoka's evil face.

Whoosh.

As soon as he finished speaking, a playing card was shot towards Moritonio.

Hisoka himself looked like a madman, following closely behind and pounced on the old man.