Shortly after Albion ended the call, Boss Gai called up a different number saved in his phone's contact list.
[How did it go? Did you complete the task I gave you?]
The person inquired.
"The person declined the offer, sir." Boss Gai answered respectfully.
[...]
Seeing the person on the other side of the phone fell silent, Boss Gai imdiately felt nervous and apologized, "I'm sorry for not being able to complete the task given, sir."
[...Never mind. I did not have much hope anyways. Since the person cannot be used by us, he will only stand in our way. I will send you two Level 12 Hunters. You should know what to do with them.]
The person stated.
Boss Gai was surprised to hear two higher-level Hunters being sent over from Headquarters before he patted his chest proudly, "Yes, sir. With two Level 12 Hunters assisting , I am confident in completing the task this ti!"
[Good. I'll await your good news.]
The person spoke.
Beep.
After hanging up the call, the person proceeded to bow respectfully to another person, "The task failed as you would expect it, master."
"Considering what you have told about this person's strength, this shouldn't co as a surprise to you, Reiner." The person said casually.
The person's face could not be seen, hidden behind a mask. However, he appeared to be a blonde man roughly in his late 40s.
"Do you have any idea who this person might be, master?" Mr. Reiner queried with expectation.
The masked man was silent for a mont before he spoke, "This person might be a disciple of the Ancient Buddha Sect, who happened to be training offshore—of course, we can't rule out the possibility that he cos from another Ancient Sect."
"What kind of person would train in the middle of the Ganyde Ocean?" Mr. Reiner asked with doubt.
The person smiled lightly behind his mask before he said, "Ancient Martial Artist seeks all sorts of forces of nature to temper their body to the extre. This is why they are in a different league than ordinary people…"
"…Nowadays, if a person wants to beco a Hunter without breaking the law, they have to either join the military or Hunter Association. Even then, the Hunter Association Exam is difficult, and the military's special forces are not easy to get into either. They all have a stringent requirent for a person's base strength."
"This is also the sole reason ancient martial arts have regained popularity along with the ergence of hidden sects around the world, isn't it master?" Mr. Reiner inquired.
The masked man nodded, "Naturally. If ancient martial artists were the superhumans among ordinary people, then Hunters practicing ancient martial arts are the superhumans among Hunters. One plus one can never compare to ten plus ten."
Mr. Reiner agreed with his master's logic.
He also understood that an untrained Level 10 Hunter was not necessarily stronger than a Level 1 Hunter, who has attained Grandmaster-level in martial arts.
That being said, Mr. Reiner was not clear how strong a Grandmaster Martial Artist was. He had only learned simple martial art techniques found on the market.
"Anyway, it'll be inconvenient if you die the next ti I send you out on an errand for . After all, you have been following for quite so years. You need to get stronger if you were to continue following ."
Mr. Reiner's eyes flickered excitedly in question, "Does that an…?"
"Un, I will teach you proper martial arts." The masked man said.
Mr. Reiner was imdiately overjoyed.
He dropped to his knees and kowtowed with gratitude, "Thank you, master!"
…
Silvercove's western city outskirts.
On the streets outside of Westside Temptation, the two gangs busied themselves with cleaning up the ss while the injured n were taken away for treatnt.
Not only were there broken rubbles from the grenade explosions, but so flying shrapnel had also sliced down the clothes hangers on the balconies of the second and third floors of nearby buildings, scattering the clothes to the wind.
Albion sat on the edge of the three-story building's rooftop as he watched the gang work before a gust of wind blew black underwear into his face.
"P-P-Pantsu—like hell, I would get excited over people's underwear!" After gazing at the black panty with surprise, Albion threw it away in disgust.
For all he knows, the black panty could belong to so old lady. He might be inside of a 10-thousand-year-old body, but he was still young at heart.
Old won were definitely not within his strike zone.
The black panty landed so distance away on the rooftop amidst other fallen clothes and lingerie.
Shortly after, several n arrived on the rooftop to take away the weapon crates. Before that, one of them asked for confirmation, "These are the weapons you want us to take away, Boss?"
"Yeah, take them away and store them in a secured location, away from the public for future use," Albion said after glancing back.
The person nodded before barking to the others, "Take them away!"
"Yes, Brother Riley!"
The n imdiately separated into teams of two to grab the ends of each weapon crate before carrying them away.
However, one of the n suddenly tripped on a bra, causing the weapon crate to tilt over and spilled its contents onto the floor.
"What the hell are you doing!" Brother Riley barked.
The commotion caused Albion to glance back again before he comnted with a chuckle, "Looks like he stepped on a booby trap."
"…"
No one laughed.
They had just escaped with their lives from grenade explosions previously. As such, they did not find the joke funny.
"No? Not funny? I guess it was just then…" Albion sighed before waving his hands, "Carry on with your tasks."
"Yes, boss."
Shortly after, there was another commotion.
"Freeze! You are all under arrest!"
"Haaa? What did you say, b*tch?"
Looking at the over 200 ard n gazing over fiercely on the street, Officer Xiao imdiately lost her courage and began to regret her impulsiveness.
She could not possibly detain them all by herself, can she?
At the sa ti, Albion glanced over with creased brows before he softly muttered, "What is this stupid woman doing here?"
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