The muscular man with the headband steps forward as the spiky-haired man and the bearded man stand nearby. A small figure lies on the ground. 'BUT THEN OUR MATCH WILL-' the headband man begins, but the spiky-haired man cuts in firmly. 'IT'S FINE, LET THEM GO.' The headband man looks shocked, eyes wide with surprise. 'IT'S FINE, TAKE THE PLACE OF THREE PEOPLE,' the spiky-haired man declares. 'NO OBJECTIONS, I ASSUME?' he asks the group. 'IT'S THE SAME AS WHAT YOU'RE DOING,' he adds to the bearded man. 'NOW IT'S EIGHT ON EIGHT,' the spiky-haired man states. 'NO PROB- LEM,' another man replies with a slight smirk. The numbered hats appear in a row: 7, 1, 5, 2, 3, 4, 6, each with a grinning face. At the bottom, Gon, Killua, the bearded man, another bearded fighter, a woman with a star on her cheek, Biscuit, a girl with pigtails, the spiky-haired man, and the goateed man all stand in a line, watching intently.