Chapter 207 Just a Little Warning (15)

Zibonian did not mention Silva's reaction to this matter.

But Ilmi guessed that Silva was angry.

Not only because he arbitrarily attacked those passers-by who had nothing to do with the assassination commission, but also because his presumptuous decision affected Killua's training.

Ilmi had to admit.

He was indeed too anxious in handling this matter.

He could have handled it better...

Because a killer should solve the problem in a killer's way.

Instead of messing around in public and letting this matter affect Killua.

That's why my father is angry...

Ilmi thought to herself that Silva was angry because he was incompetent and handled it in the wrong way.

If he could perfectly deal with Moyu in a killer's way, then his father would have no reason to be angry.

"It can only wait until next time."

Ilmi could not disobey Silva's order.

This meant that he could not attack Moyu in a short time.

Zibonian didn't know what Ilmi was thinking, but she could see that Ilmi had no intention of self-reflection.

"Where is Killua?"

Ilmi suddenly asked.

Zibonian said calmly: "Outside."

"I have something to see him."

Ilmi got up from the bed and was about to go outside to see Killua.

However, Zibonian stood in front of him.

This move was obviously to prevent him from contacting Killua.

"..."

Ilmi slowly raised his head and looked at Zibonian who was blocking his way, and there seemed to be black air swirling in his dark eyes.

Zibonian emphasized unmoved: "Silva's order is for you to go home immediately."

"..."

Hearing Zibonian's words, the black air in Ilmi's eyes turned rapidly like a whirlpool, and the surface of his body quietly emitted malicious telekinesis.

"Zibonian, I said, I have something to do with Killua."

"I also said, Silva's order is for you to go home immediately."

Faced with Ilmi's overreaction, Zibonian had no fear at all, and had no intention of giving in at all.

Seeing this, Ilmi was silent for a moment.

The most experienced housekeeper in the family in front of him obviously would not bend for him.

Ilmi, who realized this, said nothing more and left the clinic through the window.

Zibonian watched Ilmi leave expressionlessly.

She didn't care what Ilmi wanted to do, let alone Ilmi's feelings.

What was more troublesome now was that she had exposed her tracks in order to save Ilmi, causing Killua to know her existence and her mission.

Protecting something in secret was already a cloud.

After a few seconds.

There were slight footsteps outside the door.

Zibonian turned around and looked at the half-open door.

Killua came to the edge of the door, put his hands in his sweater pockets, and looked up at Zibonian.

"Zibonian, is that the 'thing' that I can't understand in depth?"

When he came to the ward, he didn't ask about Ilmi's whereabouts, but instead asked about a certain unknown power that he had always been concerned about.

Zibonian looked calm and bowed slightly, saying, "Yes, you are still young now."

"You are lying."

Kiya stared into Zibonian's eyes.

Zibonian's eyes did not fluctuate at all, and he stood there like a piece of wood, not speaking again.

Kiya knew that it was impossible to ask Zibonian anything.

But there was one thing that had to be confirmed.

"Zibonian, is it my father's intention not to let me get in touch with that kind of thing?"

"..."

Zibonian remained silent, looking like he had nothing to say.

"Then what did my father mean by stopping or prohibiting?"

"..."

"Can't even answer such a question?"

"..."

"Humph, then I will ask Moyu myself, no, let Moyu teach me directly!"

Seeing that Zibonian was unmoved, Killua was furious, and turned around and ran out of the ward after saying a word.

Zibonian looked at the empty ward and sighed.

Because of Illumi's mess, Killua's training alone was completely messed up.

"I'm sorry, little Killua."

Zibonian took out her cell phone and said to herself: "From my position, I can't cover for you without permission."

As she said that, she dialed the phone.

The existence of Moyu and the possibility that Moyu made Killua "open his mind" must be reported to Silva.

Kurulu Mountain, the mansion of the Zoldyck family.

In a dimly lit room with various deformed and foreign objects, Silva and Zeno stood in front of a wall full of pipes.

There was a display screen hanging on the wall.

At this time.

The display screen was playing the confrontation between Moyu and Zibonian.

"Dad, what do you think."

Silva folded his hands and pointed his eyes directly at the screen, and could see the action picture of Moyu about to put his hands together.

Zeno's eyes showed a thoughtful look, and he murmured in a low voice.

"Very similar, and not pretending."

Staring at the frozen image on the screen, Geno's mind flashed the image of Netero using the Hundred Styles of Guanyin.

No matter the action or the momentum.

It's really too similar.

To be honest, when Geno saw this video for the first time, he really felt that the boy would perform the Hundred Styles of Guanyin Palm Strike in the next moment.

This inexplicable feeling made him feel surprised.

No wonder the battle-hardened Zibonian suddenly stopped the attack at that moment.

Since Zibonian had witnessed Netero's Hundred-style Kannon with his own eyes, he must have felt it very strongly at that moment.

But to say that a boy can use the power of Hundred-style Kannon...

Is this possible?

"Just warn Illumi, Silva."

Zeno put his hands behind his back and looked away from the screen.

It was just a move that had not yet been fully revealed, and it did not mean anything.

But what was certain was that the boy who could imitate this move so vividly was definitely not an ordinary person.

Zeno felt that this boy might have something to do with Netero, but he would not ask Netero specifically for such a small matter.

"Yeah."

Silva nodded.

I don't know if it was because of the difference in the attributes of Nen, but since Illumi learned the ability of Nen, his behavior became less and less like him and Zeno.

"Ring-Ring--"

The phone suddenly rang.

It was Zibonian's call.

Silva took out the phone, put it to his ear after answering it, and listened quietly to Zibonian's report.

After a while.

After listening to Zibonian's report, Shiba frowned slightly.

Zeno looked at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

"That boy might help Killua open his mind."

Shiba briefly explained the situation.

"Oh?"

Zeno raised his eyebrows.

The next morning.

Moyu woke up and noticed the text displayed on the TV.

"The battle date is confirmed."

"The 223rd floor arena."

"Starting at 4 pm on October 8th."

The notice on TV only stated the location of the arena and the start time.

As for who the opponent is, Moyu knows nothing.

This may be the disadvantage of filling in "anytime" on the battle application form.

"I hope it's a reliable opponent."

Moyu whispered to himself.

Winning or losing doesn't matter.

What he cares about is whether he can get experience points to become stronger from the battle.