We Are Both From Meteor City

"We..."

Riehlvelt and the other two were suddenly nervous, and they also knew what Lan was going to do next.

"All our income is used to maintain the battle here."

Sadaso said hurriedly, and Riehlvelt and Gido beside him nodded repeatedly.

"At present, the combined assets left on us may not be as much as the reward you get from fighting all the way up here..."

Seeing Lan raise his eyebrows, Gido immediately suggested: "In this Heaven's Arena, there is an official loan business specially opened for the casino. If you don't have enough money, you can go there to borrow."

"But if you are a fighter, if you want to participate in the betting after borrowing, will you be exposed soon."

Lan asked. "So, besides the official, are there any private loan businesses?"

Gido said embarrassedly: "There is, but the requirements may be a little special."

"Special?"

After the introduction from Sadaso and the other two, Lan came to a remote alley near the Heavens Arena.

"If you are a fighter, you can borrow from private parties, and it is easy to borrow a large amount."

Lan walked in this dark and humid environment: "In addition to the high interest rate, I also need to explain in detail the time of my fight and the result I want to get..."

Lan stood at the door of the room, which looked shabby but was actually very clean.

"It seems that this lender also wants to have fun with the betting."

Ding ding din

Lan knocked on the door lightly.

Squeak.

Soon, the door opened, revealing a petite figure.

"Stitching or borrowing?"

The purple hair looked even more beautiful under the moonlight, and she was wearing a neat white training suit, plus a black and purple belt wrapped around her waist, which meant that she was not as weak as an ordinary girl.

"Borrowing."

Lan looked at the familiar face in front of him, smiled, and said, "I was introduced by an acquaintance, and I know all the rules."

"That's good."

Machi nodded calmly: "It saves me from talking."

She opened the door: "Come in."

"Excuse me."

Lan walked in, thinking that he could see a girl's room, but found that it was just a simple and shabby cubicle.

There was only a table, a counter, and an old computer that was about to be retired.

And a blind box emitting blue light.

"What's your name?"

Machi came to the computer very familiarly and opened the official website of Heavens Arena.

"Lan."

Lan said while quietly putting away the blue blind box.

This is the blind box from Machi Komacine, who's member #3 of the Phantom Troupe.

As a rare beauty in the Hunter world, she has a beautiful face, a cold demeanor, a strong character, and excellent abilities.

Coupled with her extraordinary personality, she has attracted a large number of fans.

It can be said that she is the most popular female character, no one else.

She has a delicate appearance but a strong character that is inconsistent with her appearance, and her intuition is very accurate.

At the same time, she also has the same shortcomings as No. 18 in Dragon Ball and Nami in One Piece.

She is very keen on money.

So, apart from the gathering activities of the Phantom Troupe, her movements are basically in this Heaven Arena.

Using her Nen ability, Nen Stitches, she transforms Nen into thread to suture the injured flesh.

She can perfectly connect blood vessels, bones, muscles, and nerves quickly, and the patient can move it immediately after she stitches up wounds.

Machi uses this skill to do the stitching business in the Heavens Arena.

And the business seems to be quite good.

Of course, in addition to stitching, she also used the money she earned to start a loan shark business.

"How much do you want to borrow?"

After checking that this player does exist and can match the personal information in the photo, Machi nodded gently.

"How much can you lend now?" Lan asked back.

"This is the first transaction. I don't know you well, but I can lend you a maximum of 100 million Jenny."

Machi replied calmly.

When they don't know each other and it's the first time to cooperate, she directly offer 100 million Jenny.

Lan thought for a while: "Can it be more?"

"Since we are both from Meteor City?"

"Meteor City?"

Hearing this word, Machi raised her head for the first time and looked Lan straight in the eye.

"Are you also from Meteor City?"

Her brows slowly frowned: "But I don't feel anything like atmosphere from Meteor City in you."

"Meteor City is a magical place."

Lan said with a smile: "It's not strange what kind of people are born there, isn't it?"

"That makes sense."

Machi agreed with Lan's statement, but her eyes were unmoved.

"But I don't think I ever said that I was born in Meteor City."

Squeak.

The shabby wooden door that seemed fragile was now slammed shut.

The thin threads, invisible to the naked eye, began to wrap around the entire compartment, densely covering every blind spot!

When Lan said [We all came from Meteor City], with Machi's alertness, she immediately chose to close the entire space.

"So, the conversation just now was just to delay time and fully arrange your home court, right?"

After taking a look at the threads all over the field, Lan spread his hands slightly: "There is no need to mobilize so many traps."

"I have the final say on whether to move or not.

The thin and long threads, which are enough to easily strangle the enemy, are wrapped around Machi's fingertips.

Her eyes were as cold as ever: "Now, you can answer my questions properly."

"Can I understand this as an interrogation?"

Lan looked at the thread jumping on Machi's fingertips with admiration: "Has anyone told you that you have artistic talent and can weave the most beautiful works of art even without doing suturing and killing?"

"I only know that someone mentioned to me that my silk thread is the most suitable for binding and strangling the enemy."

The breath on her body became colder and colder.

The reason why she hasn't taken action yet is that she wants to get more information about Lan through conversation and distract his attention to find the most appropriate time and angle to attack.

Facing an opponent who doesn't understand the situation, in her own home court, Machi has plenty of patience.

"Has someone mentioned it before? Feitan? I remember he seems to like interrogation the most."

Lan thought for a while: "Or is it that guy, Hisoka? He always looks at things from a very strange perspective."

After he said this, the atmosphere in the compartment suddenly became more solemn.

The undisguised killing intent rushed towards Lan: "It seems that you know more than I thought."

Lan smiled faintly: "When I faced Hisoka, he said the same thing as you."

Machi's body was already ready, whether it was the thread in her hand or the condensed aura she secretly gathered.

She was always ready to find the right opportunity to defeat the enemy with one move.