289: Chapter 289: ‘Acquaintance’?
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(Please Favorite, Subscribe, and Vote for Monthly Tickets) “Are there new Wilderness Wanderers coming in?”
Hank gnawed on a chicken leg, his back to the man entering the room, and asked softly.
“A couple of groups ca in, but they were absorbed by other hunter teams,”
The man, adorned with various kinds of jewelry, quickly took off the jewelry from his body and carefully placed them into a small box beside him, murmuring with a cigarette dangling from his lips, “We were a step late in getting there.
But Hank, boss, that loner York, he brought over a ssage.
Apparently, a man and a woman, both seeming to hold so status among the Wilderness Wanderers, have entered the city, looking quite wealthy.”
“York, isn’t that kid incredibly cocky?” The burly Hank tore off the last piece of at from the chicken leg.
“Hasn’t he always claid he can make it on his own?”
“You know him; he struts around like he’s on top of the world when he faces anyone weaker, but he’s all over them if they are stronger.
Usually, he just picks off those lone Wanderers without advanced weapons from a distance using his Gauss Gun.
He’s just been lucky, not coming across any organized, well-equipped Wilderness Wanderer families or Wanderer Camps.
Otherwise, he’d have been dead long ago.
And besides, everyone’s been having a rough ti lately, huh,”
The man smacked his lips, “With fewer buyers for fur, the companies that used to buy from him are no longer collecting in bulk.
He can only turn to us to see if he can cling to our coattails for a living.”
His actions were swift; in no ti at all, he had removed all the jewelry and was packing them into the box without making a sound.
“We don’t have that many sales channels to share with him, but we could perhaps pull him into so new business,”
Hank sucked clean the chicken leg bone in his hand, ensuring not a scrap of at remained.
Just then, the man who had just entered and was still with his cigarette, finally placed the last piece of jewelry into the little box.
As the smoking man heaved a sigh of relief, Hank, sitting at the dining table, suddenly put down the bone and spoke softly,
“What did I say your punishnt would be if you were caught secretly wearing my jewelry again?”
The smoking man’s body tensed, biting down hard on the filter of his cigarette.
Silence fell upon the room for a mont, a suffocating feeling gradually enveloping the smoking man.
After a long pause, he spoke with a trembling, hoarse voice, as if soone had choked him, “Chop off a finger.”
“Louder, I can’t hear you.”
Hank asked calmly, pretending he truly couldn’t hear.
“Chop…” The smoking man’s muscles tensed, and he roared with a voice that was almost a scream, “Chop off a finger!”
The cigarette in his mouth fell to the floor, the burning ember hitting the ground and scattering sparks like shooting stars.
These sparks danced through the air, snuffing out one by one.
In the end, only the faint glow of the ember remained, flickering weakly, as if it might extinguish at any ti.
Whirr—
That was the sharp sound of a blade slicing through the air.
A delicately crafted dagger was drawn from under the table and twirled in Hank’s hand, then with a ‘click—’ it was plunged into the wooden table.
“Will you do it yourself, or should I help you?”
The man nervously eyed the dagger, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed his saliva.
His body seed to freeze, rooted to the spot.
Not daring to move forward, nor retreat.
Silence once again enveloped the room.
Until Hank reached for the dagger embedded in the table.
Thump thump thump—
In that instant, a sharp knock broke the oppressive silence filling the room.
Everyone in the house exchanged puzzled looks.
Hank, seated at the head of the table, lowered his voice, “Who is it?”
“Just a Wilderness Wanderer passing by.”
The hoarse response ca from outside the door.
This answer made everyone inside the room stun for a mont, and those weak people cornered in the room also showed a hint of confusion on their faces.
The people outside were obviously trying to capture the Wilderness Wanderers.
Why is there another one coming right to them?
Sitting at the head of the table, Hank also seed stunned for a mont.
He slowly stood up, turned around, and looked in the direction of the door before signalling with his eyes for the man who had just entered to open the door.
The man hesitated, but ultimately walked over and opened the door under Hank’s icy gaze.
The figure that t their eyes was a man clad in a leather coat, his face gaunt and stern.
The mont Hank saw the man, he imdiately shouted, “Fire, kill him!”
The surrounding subordinates were startled, but still instinctively picked up their guns and aid at the unexpected visitor outside the door.
Because the man who had opened the door was blocking the entrance, they did not fire imdiately.
Without a mont’s hesitation, Hank commanded, “Fire!”
Everyone’s hands trembled, and they pulled the triggers imdiately.
By then, He Ao, who had been standing at the door, had already dodged to one side.
He frowned slightly, wondering why this muscular man had such a strong reaction to his arrival.
However, during that fleeting glance earlier, He Ao vaguely recognized sothing familiar about the man’s eyes and brows, but neither his own mory nor that of Ronald’s could recall any impression of this man.
On the other side, although He Ao had dodged, the man who opened the door wasn’t so skilled.
The whizzing bullets instantly pierced through the man’s body as he struggled to turn around, glared at Hank with wide eyes, spat out so blood, then collapsed backward onto the floor, lifeless.
At that mont, Hank, watching the now-empty doorway, gestured with his eyes for the closest ard subordinate to scout ahead.
The subordinate glanced at Hank and cautiously approached the door fra.
Just as he reached it, he saw He Ao across the way and imdiately raised his gun, “Die, you bastard!”
In that instant, a sharp blade pierced his body.
Then, the others in the room, also instinctively fired their guns.
A series of explosive gunshots rang out in the room.
Click—
The lights in the room went out all at once.
The chaotic gunshots, the muffled sound of blades entering flesh, and a cacophony of noisy sounds erupted throughout the room at once.
“Don’t panic, go turn on the lights, turn on the lights.”
In that instant, Hank’s voice rang out as he slowly raised his hand, which emanated a faint glow that illuminated the whole room.
What he saw were bodies lying scattered on the floor.
In the entire room, aside from him and that ‘visitor,’ and those locked behind the iron bars, the only survivor was a subordinate who, utterly terrified, had thrown away his gun and was crouching in a corner with his head in his hands, shivering.
Click—
The bright light flooded the room once more.
He Ao had turned on the light.
Hank watched He Ao and slowly lifted his hand.
His palm opened to reveal a deep barrel, from which a glittering laser cannon began to gather.
He Ao raised his curved blade and vanished from the spot in a flash.
He always had the feeling that this Wilderness Hunter leader, who was presumably a chanically Modified Person, knew him, or rather, knew ‘Ronald.’
And most likely, he harbored a grudge against Ronald; otherwise, he wouldn’t have imdiately marked He Ao as an enemy and attacked on sight.
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