A street-side food stall.
Oil-stained tables and chairs were scattered randomly, with garbage strewn across the ground, and there was a stinking ditch not far away, where fat rats could be seen scurrying back and forth.
The food stall owner stood behind a food cart that was missing a wheel, stirring food with a wok and a spatula, creating a sizzling aroma.
The smoke that was blown away by the exhaust fan of the dining car actually exuded an appetizing aroma that was completely out of place with the terrible dining environment.
At the center of the disorganized tables, there is an old-fashioned TV placed on a dilapidated wooden cabinet. Perhaps because of its age, the TV makes a crackling sound when showing the pictures.
At this moment, the TV was showing the live broadcast of the match at the Heavens Arena.
A motley group of diners, some sitting, others squatting, gathered around the TV, watching intently.
Some diners were holding a handful of sunflower seeds in their hands, some were holding a bottle of beer, and some were even gnawing on chicken feet.
Among them, looking entirely at home, was the renowned Double-Star Ruins Hunter, Ging Freecss.
With his scruffy appearance, Ging blended seamlessly into the scene, sitting casually among the other patrons.
'Challenging risks, huh…'
Ging watched Moses on the TV screen with great interest. He casually took a few melon seeds from the hand of an uncle next to him. He didn't care that the uncle's hands holding the sunflower seeds were so dirty that they could probably rub out mud balls, and simply tossed the seeds into his mouth without a second thought.
The diners watching the live broadcast around him wouldn't have guessed that the scruffy man with stubble, which looked much younger than most of them, was actually a big shot.
"Where did those three go?"
A red-nosed man stared at the TV screen and asked curiously.
He was referring to Chrollo, Uvogin, and Love, who had entered the Nen Space earlier.
The disappearance of four people out of thin air was shocking in itself, and the only person who came back was Moses, which made people feel confused.
Ordinary people are not aware of the existence of Nen, but they know that there are some strange people in the world such as 'psychics', 'superhumans', 'magicians', 'exorcists', etc.
For ordinary viewers who often follow Heavens Arena's matches, the Floor Masters were essentially individuals with unique powers in their eyes.
Therefore, the idea of people disappearing wasn't too extraordinary for them.
The only thing that puzzled them was where Chrollo and the others had been taken to, and why they hadn't returned.
"They must've gone to hell."
A disheveled middle-aged man holding a liquor bottle casually remarked.
Of course, he didn't actually know where Chrollo and the other two had gone to. He said 'Hell' not because he hated evil, but because he simply thought that 'Hell' was a place suitable for the notoriously evil Phantom Troupe.
"Hahaha…"
Some diners laughed and agreed with his remark, then simply moved on from the topic.
Ging, the only one who knew what was going on, refrained from participating in the discussion. Instead, he nonchalantly grabbed a few sunflower seeds here, snagged a few skewers there, and kept his attention on the live broadcast while munching.
The diners had already become friendly with him, so they didn't mind his freeloading habits.
At this time, at the street not far away…
A long-haired man wearing a hat was walking along the roadside, his eyes directed towards the lively food stall ahead.
He slowed down his pace, first glanced at the owner who was cooking, then glanced at the diners in front of the TV, and soon, his eyes on Ging.
"…"
The man silently stared at Ging's back for a few moments, then he sighed slightly and walked over.
Ging, sensing the approaching footsteps, seemed aware of the long-haired man's presence but didn't turn around. Instead, he extended a half-eaten chicken leg behind him.
"Want a bite?"
"…"
The man looked at the chicken leg Ging handed over and shook his head, "No."
"Alright."
Hearing this, Ging took back the chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth, saying vaguely, "If you have anything to say, wait until I finish watching this 'match'."
"Okay."
The man agreed without objection and stood silently to the side, waiting for the so-called match to end.
Ging kept his eyes on the live broadcast and suddenly said, "Kite, that's the guy I mentioned to you before."
As he said that, he pointed at Moses, who had just appeared on the screen.
"Hmm?"
The man called Kite raised his eyebrows slightly, looked towards the TV, and saw Moses holding a long black sword on the screen.
However, the camera only stayed for two or three seconds before moving elsewhere, focusing on a man named Kastro.
Listening to the commentator of the live broadcast, Kite learned that this man is a well-known figure in Heavens Arena.
However, Kite's attention at the moment was on the scene that just flashed by.
He clearly saw the Divine Script drawn on the arena in that shot, but because the camera was moving too fast, he couldn't be sure for a while.
"That is indeed a Divine Script."
Ging seemed to see through Kite's thoughts and spoke up to help him confirm his suspicion.
Kite also became interested at this time and asked, "Master, what kind of match is this?"
"It was supposed to be a normal match, but now, it has turned into a hunting operation with an uncertain direction."
Ging meticulously stripped the last bit of meat from the chicken leg, then finally turned to look at Kite and said with a smile: "You came just in time to catch the main event. You might as well spend some time to watch it, so that you can pick up some useful combat experience from it."
"Understood."
Kite obediently positioned himself behind Ging, then half squatted down and looked at the old TV surrounded by the crowd.
He had initially come to find Ging this time because of a magical beast species called 'Mammon'.
However, before they talk about the main business, he has to squat here and watch this live broadcast together with Ging.
Ging grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds and placed them in Kite's hand.
Kite looked down at the sunflower seeds in his palm and could clearly feel the slight greasiness on his palm. He couldn't help but sighed inwardly.
After Ging finished eating the chicken leg, he started snacking on the sunflower seeds. In a few sentences, he explained the context to Kite, then added:
"Kite, the Divine Script you failed to master has become an integral part of Moses's combat strategy."
As he spoke, Ging turned his head and glanced at Kite, who remained silent, and reminded him earnestly, "Pay close attention. If you can learn even a fraction of Moses' cunningness today, this trip will not be in vain."
"…"
Kite once again found himself at a loss for words.
He had heard about Moses, the rising star, from Ging and he could also see that Ging held Moses in high regard.
But now, hearing what Ging said, Kite couldn't help but feel that this 'regard' seemed to have taken on an odd flavor.
Despite his thoughts, Kite obediently followed Ging's instructions and watched the live broadcast on the TV screen attentively.
Skilled Pro Hunters often sought out high-risk challenges.
They might gain something extraordinary or lose their lives in the process...
Despite this, Pro Hunters are never tired of pursuing their goals, always pressing forward.
From Ging's explanation, Kite understood the general context of this 'match'. So, even if he had never met Moses in person, he could roughly see what kind of Hunter Moses was.
Of course…
What intrigued him most was the Divine Script inscribed on the arena.