Chapter 233 Hisoka The Roly-Poly

There was more than one photo.

It should be said that almost everyone in this group of people who came to ask for autographs out of nowhere was holding a photo of him.

What makes Hisoka feel weird is...

Judging from the composition, these photos are obviously not the same, but they have two obvious common points.

One is that in the photo, his face is bruised and swollen, with numerous injuries.

The other was that the backgrounds of the photos were mostly on the ring.

'What's going on???'

Hisoka, who was lost in thought, thought for a moment that he had been manipulated by a Manipulator at some point.

After all, only Manipulators had the ability to tamper with memories and cognition.

Mainly because the 'person' in the photo is indeed him.

Hisoka, who is somewhat narcissistic, wouldn't be mistaken about this.

"Mr. Hisoka, please sign for me!"

"Please, Mr. Hisoka!"

"Mr. Hisoka, Mr. Hisoka, I really admire you so much. Your resilient will to stand up no matter how many times you fall is truly shocking and moving!"

"Hello, Mr. Hisoka…"

The chirping voices around him made Hisoka feel somewhat irritable.

No matter what misunderstanding there was, he came to Heavens Arena to have a more in-depth communication with Moses.

As for other miscellaneous things, he didn't care at all.

"…"

Hisoka ignored the existence of this group of people.

Although he was a bit irritated, he had no intention of going on a killing spree.

They are just a group of ordinary people who cannot arouse his murderous intent at all.

In silence, Hisoka exerted a bit of force.

The fans who surrounded him fell to the ground like dominoes amidst a burst of screams.

Then, Hisoka stepped over them and headed straight for the direction of the Heavens Arena.

The ring background in the photo obviously points to the Heavens Arena.

Hisoka couldn't help but think of a possibility.

Perhaps, someone has perfectly replicated his figure and appearance, and had also used his name to register for the Heavens Arena.

So, without his knowledge, the impostor used his image to fight in the Heavens Arena.

And it seemed that, through some disastrous means, they had accumulated quite a bit of popularity in the Heavens Arena and even the entire city.

"Who could it be?"

Hisoka squinted his eyes.

He knew that his guess about the impostor should not be far from the truth.

But Hisoka had a doubt...

Why is 'himself' in every photo bruised and swollen?

Even if it's just injured, why did it still look so natural?

With this doubt in mind, Hisoka arrived at the Heavens Arena.

As soon as he arrived, Hisoka once again received various attentions.

Most of these gazes were filled with admiration.

Ignoring the gazes from all directions, Hisoka went straight to the registration window and asked about 'his' situation.

"Mr. Hisoka, you are already a participant in the Heavens Arena, and your current record is 200th floor."

The staff responsible for registration explained this situation to Hisoka patiently, without any rudeness due to Hisoka's 'joke'.

After listening to the staff's explanation, Hisoka didn't say anything, and just turned around and left.

The staff at the registration window looked a bit puzzled as she watched Hisoka's departing figure, thinking that this man, who always narrowly won but could steadfastly advance to the 200th floor, didn't seem like someone who would come here to joke around.

After leaving the registration window, Hisoka roughly understood the reason.

Indeed, someone had impersonated him to challenge the Heaven's Arena, and they had even reached the 200th floor.

'No matter who you are, I will find you♧…'

Hisoka walked through the lobby, his narrow eyes revealing a chilling murderous intent.

There was a group of spectators around, and even several reporters wanted to move closer after seeing Hisoka, but were so frightened by the aura released by Hisoka that they backed away hastily.

Facing the many fearful gazes, Hisoka approached the elevator, gradually suppressing his aura.

He was planning to go to the 200th floor to check some information and didn't mind replacing the 200th floor record set by the impostor.

Because if he wanted to have a match with Moses on the ring, then this two hundredth floor record could save him a lot of time and energy.

The prerequisite is that he must first get rid of the impostors.

Ding.

The elevator door opens.

Hisoka walked into the elevator amidst the elevator attendant's welcoming voice.

Subsequently, the elevator door closed, and it began to ascend floor by floor.

At the same time, the door of another elevator nearby opened with a ding.

Moses, Menchi, and Killua walked out of the elevator.

"Master, I'm going too! I'll definitely be able to help!"

After coming out of the elevator, Menchi was still making a last effort to persuade Moses to take her to hunt down the B-Rank criminal named Dis Mendeck.

"No."

Moses refused decisively.

Not to mention that with her current strength, Menchi would just hold him back in this situation, Moses wouldn't let anyone interfere with this matter.

So, no matter how Menchi insisted, Moses would never agree.

At this moment, he just wanted to meet Wright as soon as possible and then go hunting for that scum.

Seeing Moses so determined, Menchi couldn't help but feel disappointed.

Killua looked at Menchi with some gloating.

When Moses said without warning that he would leave for a while, it made Killua a little sad.

But now, seeing Menchi being left behind by Moses, Killua felt a little better.

"Hmm?"

Menchi noticed Killua's gloating reaction and immediately glared at him.

Not to be outdone, Killua glared back at her.

After leaving the Heavens Arena, Menchi and Killua accompanied Moses to the airport.

"Menchi, during the time I'm away, you must not slack off in your training, and you must spar with Neil five times a day. I hope that when I come back, I can see you get a small victory from Neil."

Before boarding airship, Moses gave Menchi a few words.

In the past half month, under his targeted guidance, Neil's strength has improved very quickly, and he was to defeat Menchi without any pressure.

"I know."

Menchi responded dejectedly.

Afterwards, Moses gave a few more instructions and then boarded the airship bound for 'Yorknew'.

Based on the real-time information provided by Wright, Dis Mendeck is currently active in Yorknew City.

…

Heavens Arena.

Hisoka successfully obtained some footage of 'himself' participating in the matches and also found out Moses's current record-

Total victory!

This result was within Hisoka's expectations.

Otherwise, why would he be so obsessed with Moses?

The more troublesome thing was that Moses had already achieved ten wins, so even if he had the ready-made identity of a participant on the 200th floor, he couldn't challenge Moses.

"The real main course is worth waiting for ♡."

As long as Moses was still in the Heavens Arena, Hisoka wouldn't be in a hurry.

Moreover, he had to deal with the impostor first.

"Roly-poly Hisoka, I always believed you could reach the 200th floor!"

A rough male voice came from the corridor behind him.

"Hmm?"

Hisoka slowly turned around, his narrow eyes squinting as he coldly sized up the muscular man who spoke.

"What did you just call me ♤?"

"Roly-poly Hisoka...uh, what's wrong? Isn't that the nickname you chose yourself?"

The muscular male contestant admired Hisoka, so he came over to greet him kindly, but he soon felt that something was off.

The roly-poly Hisoka in front of him suddenly gave him a very dangerous feeling.

"Roly-poly, huh…"

Hisoka spoke with a rare sullen expression on his face.

At this moment, he desperately wanted to kill the impostor.