When The Father Is Not Here, The Son Takes Over

Lan's light chuckle, accompanied by the dismissive words, was incredibly irritating to hear.

Along with this, the other Zodiac Twelve all fixed their gazes upon him.

"Although this place is the venue for your Zodiac Twelve meeting, the person who ultimately plays the decisive role is still Chairman Netero."

Lan crossed his arms and ignored the hostile or disgusted gazes. He simply said indifferently: "In other words, everyone in this meeting room, including all of you, has been given your positions and authority by Chairman Netero."

Lan raised his head and glanced around the room while smiling and said: "You should know that the chairman is very reasonable. So, I believe he would be very happy to consider my proposal, even eager to see it happen."

The Zodiac Twelve: "..."

That shouldn't be very happy, it should be, probably willing!

Given their Chairman Netero's personality, if there's something fun to watch, he would surely love it. He might even happily sit there, waiting for such interesting events to unfold.

"Could it be...?"

Some of the Zodiac Twelve began to feel something wasn't quite right.

"Did Chairman Netero deliberately send Lan here to disrupt our meeting?" 

The more they thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.

After all, their chairman, before leaving the Hunter Association, had left behind a videotape stating that if he could not return, he would step down from his position as chairman. 

Now that he had returned safely, he still planned to resign.

So, the Zodiac Twelve surely wanted to try to prevent him from resigning.

Cheadle Yorkshire and Mizaistom Nana frowned while in deep thought.

As the rational and wise one within the association, they were always careful and deliberate.

But some firmly believed in the power of fists and speaking through strength.

Bang!!

Kanzai slammed his fist onto the table.

"I don't care whether the chairman is happy about this or not!!"

He grinned, showing a savage smile. "But what I do know is that the chairman is not here right now. And in this meeting room, we're the ones who make the decisions!!"

"If you want to stand and speak in this room..."

Kanzai rolled up his sleeves: "You'd better have a reason that can convince us all!"

While speaking, Kanzai had already begun to gather his own aura, ready for a fight at any moment.

The reason he was talking about referred to actual facts.

However, for Lan…

"Reason? Sure, I have one."

Lan nodded confidently and then patted the spiky-haired little boy beside him on the head.

"His name is Gong Freecss, yes, Freecss, he's the son of Ging."

Lan said matter-of-factly: "When the father is not here, the son takes over. It's normal, right?"

"But since he's under fourteen, he's still a minor, so as his manager, I'm here to handle his affairs. This should be very reasonable, right?"

"Well, in the Hunter Association and V5, the boundary for adulthood is either fourteen or sixteen. But no matter which it is, little Gon hasn't reached that age yet."

Gon didn't dare speak, nor did he dare to make a sound.

Especially when he saw the gazes of the others focused on him.

He couldn't help but tug at the corner of his mouth and forced a stiff smile at them.

"He's really Ging's son?"

Ginta also stopped crying and got angry, now completely surprised: "That kind of jerk actually has a son?!"

His emotions, always strong, came quickly and left quickly, replaced by something new: "I can't believe it..."

Ginta said with a tone full of amazement and emotion: "He's such a jerk, and yet a woman would stay with him and even have a child... Ah!!"

He suddenly realized and looked at Gon's increasingly stiff-faced and quickly waved his hands while apologizing: "I'm not insulting your father, really. It's just that Ging has done too many jerk-like things to us!"

He sincerely said: "I didn't really mean to target or mock you, don't take it the wrong way."

Gon: "..."

Well, even though what you said was so unpleasant that no son could accept it…

But unfortunately, Gon had already gotten used to it.

Since he started associating with people who knew Ging, he had heard nothing but similar evaluations of that tall, muscular man.

He had long since become immune to it.