The world doesn't belong to a class society, yet classes have always existed.
It uses privileges to divide people into different levels, with the Hunter Exam being highly representative in the Hunter World.
Anyone who passes the Hunter Exam and obtains a Hunter's License,
gains entry to 90% of countries that prohibit entry and 75% of restricted areas.
It can be used as collateral to secure high loans.
Free use of 95% of public facilities worldwide until death.
It can even be sold, and the proceeds can support seven generations without worry of food and clothing.
Therefore, in order to obtain these privileges, every year the participants of the Hunter Exam are elites from all over the continent, some even having fought their way through fierce competition or even slaughter in their own countries or tribes, barely earning a precious spot, only to be humiliated at the door like this... Even a clay figure has a temper!
The scene quieted down, and the waiting area was turned red by the furious 'Nen'... the Bandage Man, the Snakekeeper, the muscular hulk, the Bald Ninja... each of the candidates for the Hunter Exam glared angrily at Pariston.
The blond youth was not afraid but delighted, trembling with excitement deep in his soul... 'Yes, this is it, those eyes wishing to kill me couldn't be better...' Pariston was intoxicated, engrossed.
He hugged himself blissfully, seemingly oblivious to the crowd rushing towards him,
soon he was surrounded, and particularly the muscular hulk with the exposed upper body reached out to grab him, with great force and speed: "Boy, let me entertain you a bit... I, Donovan, can't agree with calling trash!"
"Donovan! That's the strongman Donovan!"
Someone exclaimed the hulk's name... "Strongman Donovan has consecutively won the 'Powerlifting World Cup' sixteen times, with a bench press record of thirty-six tons!"
"With him here, uh..."
"Slap—"
A crisp sound!
The "Strongman" hadn't even touched Pariston with one hand when a slap from the fat bodyguard beside Pariston turned him into meat paste!
"Ssss—" The pungent smell of blood spread... the meat paste lay right before their eyes, and the sound of gasps followed by screams of terror echoed!
It turned into chaos... the crowd that rushed forward retreated in unison, as if prepped for it, with many holding onto chairs to vomit, some even collapsing to the ground with shaky legs, pants filled with yellow and white substances.
The well-ordered waiting area instantly turned into a pandemonium of "panic"...
"Young Master, that fatty should be of the 'Enhancement' type." That slap, strengthened by 'Nen', was like a sledgehammer; whoever it strikes, they die. It's not that Donovan is weak, just that... a Nen user is simply on another level compared to ordinary people."
Wutong observed clearly with [Gyo]... Roy showed no reaction, but unexpectedly glanced at the Kurta race girl diagonally opposite, her face only paled for a moment before returning to normal, indicating an unusually strong psychological resilience.
"Alright, I've finished my speech, who agrees and who opposes?" With Donovan as an example, Pariston looked around with a smile, beneath his foot were many little Donovans...
The crowd fell into silence... someone shouted: "Just reschedule, maybe there's still time, no need to stubbornly go head-to-head with this lunatic."
Gradually, people started leaving, first a few, then a group, and about five minutes later, the vast waiting area was empty, left with only about ten people,
including the Bandage Man, the Snakekeeper, the Sakamoto Days, the Ninja, the Kurta race girl, Wutong and... Roy!
"Clap clap clap..." Pariston started to clap: "It seems everyone is quite confident in their abilities..."
"Very good, very very good." The blond youth's gaze swept across them one by one, finally pausing briefly on Roy, smiling even more brightly, he pulled a chair to sit down, propping his chin with a hand: "As I said, I'd appreciate if you give me face, since you won't agree, then..."
Pariston looked at the crowd playfully: "Either I beat everyone to death, or everyone gets beaten to death by me, your choice."
"Ring ring... ring ring..."
"Attention passengers of flight L8975, boarding now. Please proceed to gate L6 for check-in boarding..."
"Ring ring..." The airport broadcast announced check-in for passengers heading to the United States of Saherta, chilling the atmosphere to freezing point.
The blond youth quietly watched everyone, the Snakekeeper and the Sakamoto Days exchanged a look, grunted coldly, and turned to leave. Pride kept them here, but they couldn't ignore Donovan's tragedy.
They had to admit, they couldn't defeat the chubby bodyguard by the boy's side.
"Hohoho... knowing the times is true wisdom, fare well you two, no need to send you off..." Pariston waved at their retreating backs, turning again to the Bandage Man, who tightened his expression, secretly clenching his fists, ultimately casting a wary glance at Pariston, intuition told him, this youth was not weaker than the bodyguard who struck earlier, but rather much stronger; in silence, he chose to leave, switching to the next flight.
Just hoping there's still time...
"Oh my, did everyone leave?" The ninja patted his bald head, glanced at Roy and Wutong, and regretfully said: "I initially thought three against four had the advantage, now that there's one less... a ninja doesn't stand beneath a collapsing wall, I'm off..."
With that, he flickered and left the waiting hall following the Bandage Man to change tickets.
Soon only Roy, Wutong, and the Kurta race girl remained in the room.
The girl pushed up her glasses perched on her nose, closed her travel journal, and silently walked towards the door, nodding politely towards Roy as she passed...
Roy returned the nod with a smile,
across a few rows of seats, only he and Wutong were left, both sitting quietly, without any sign of leaving.
"Whoosh~" A cold wind blew through the glass windows, sweeping into the waiting hall.
Pariston whistled, smiling as though he had expected this all along.
He spread his arms in a gesture of praise: "As expected of the world's number one assassin family, truly impressive."
With one remark, he exposed Roy's identity, behind him, the fat and skinny bodyguards cast a surprised, uncertain glance his way...
"Hey hey hey~ joke's a joke, Little Pariston, protecting you I can do, but asking me to kill someone from the Zoldyck Family, I won't do it~" said the fat bodyguard, casually putting his hands in his pockets, next to him, the skinny bodyguard gave him a stare, furrowing his brows, and said nothing.
Pariston shrugged: "See, even my people are too scared to make a sound, Roy Zoldyck, how about..."
"We play a game... if you lose, the exit is left at the door, if you win... I bow and send you off without extra words, how about it?"
"Young Master..." Wutong looked at Roy,
The young man closed his notebook, crossed his hands to support his chin, smilingly looking at Pariston: "I think it might be better to beat you to death."