"He's teasing me, that idiot," Killua muttered as he gazed at the newspaper. The front page article was about a new, celebrity hunter. The hunter leered at the camera, an arm slung across Cheadle's shoulders and one hand supporting the stem of a wine glass, but Killua had no interest in him. His focus was loyal to the inconspicuous assortment of choco-robos on the refreshment table in the background.
"Do you mean Gon? What makes you so sure it's him?" Alluka asked.
"Who else would it be?" Killua threw the paper down and sprinted for the door. "Found you, stupid."