Every hunter is looking for something.
Dreams, status, fame, money, power...
Wright is a very utilitarian bounty hunter. In order to rush towards higher status and fame, he never thought of taking a break midway.
Go forward, stride forward without stopping——
That's what he's been doing.
Capturing the infamous "Phantom Troupe" with his own hands is an extremely important milestone before he crosses the finish line.
For this reason, he left a long-term commission in the "intelligence channel" to investigate the "Phantom Troupe's whereabouts."
Now, finally there is news!
"I understand, send the "information" to my email, and I will send the corresponding reward after confirmation. "
After saying that, Wright hung up the phone directly.
Moyu swallowed a piece of meat and raised his eyes to look at Wright.
When he heard the words "information" and "reward", he realized something.
Wright raised his phone, grinned and said, "Hey, I'm here to work."
"Is it urgent?"
Moyu put down his bowls and chopsticks and asked the question he was most concerned about.
Wright said: "Race against time."
Intelligence is usually time-sensitive, not to mention information related to "whereabouts", so action must be taken as soon as possible.
In other words, he must leave quickly now.
Moyu nodded to show his understanding, and then pointed to the table: "But I can't eat all this meat by myself."
"Haha, don't worry, I'll leave after eating."
Wright smiled heartily and took out a large pig leg from the basin.
Moyu didn't say anything more and picked up the bowls and chopsticks again.
The two of them immersed themselves in the meal.
Soon, Moyu discovered that Wright was eating meat more than twice as fast. He thought he had deliberately slowed down when eating before. There is no need to explain the reason.
Looking at Wright's gobbling look, Moyu could clearly feel the importance Wright attached to this "job".
"I have gained a lot during this period, which is enough."
Moyu thought silently in his heart.
Although there was still one day left for the "sparring training" period, in this case, it was impossible for him to ask Wright to fulfill the "contract".
After a while, Wright finished his share of the meat.
"Sorry."
After finishing the meal, Wright stood up and apologized to Moyu: "Something happened unexpectedly, so I have to pay for the last day as a sparring partner."
"It doesn't matter, just make up for it when you're done."
Moyu also stood up.
During this period, he experienced from Wright what the "stubbornness" of strengthening was called, so he wisely put the idea of "forget about the last day of sparring" in his heart.
Anyway, even if you bring it up, it's just a waste of time.
"Then I'm leaving. I'll contact you later."
Wright left as soon as he said he wanted to, without any delay.
"Well, have a nice trip."
Moyu nodded slightly.
Wright waved with his back to Moyu and strode away.
Say goodbye to simplicity and efficiency.
After leaving the temple, Wright walked down the mountain path and took out his mobile phone from his pocket to check flight information.
"It's 20:35 now, and the nearest flight is... 20:50."
Wright looked down at the phone screen and said to himself: "It's a bit rushed."
As he spoke, he put away his phone and did a few stretches on the spot.
"I originally thought about having a showdown with Moyu in the evening, but the plan always fails to keep up with changes..."
Before he finished speaking, Wright kicked his foot and shot into the distance like an arrow from a string, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.
In the temple, it was as quiet as usual.
Moyu swept away the remaining meat and then briefly cleared the table.
After doing this, he walked to the devastated atrium, opened his sperm holes and released the maximum amount of energy.
If you want to increase the total amount of "potential energy" and extend the time of "practice", there is basically no shortcut.
Release the "qi" and consume it all, then release it after recovery——
Just like this, it starts over and over again, bit by bit to increase the total amount of "potential energy".
Go by in two minutes.
Moyu lay on the ground exhausted, closing his eyes and panting.
After a while, Moyou managed to regain some strength.
"Suddenly I feel a little uncomfortable..."
Moyu slowly opened his eyes and picked up a small piece of broken green brick from the side and hung it in front of his eyes.
The night is getting darker.
On the top of the mountain, a dilapidated temple stands alone.
The next day.
Morning light breaks.
Moyu woke up early, had a simple meal and then started his daily practice.
Without Wright as a sparring partner, all he can do now is lay a solid foundation in the "Four Majors".
Release, recover, release, recover——
Cultivation is boring and boring, and the whole morning passes like this.
At noon, the sun is high.
After finishing his meal, Moyu was about to start a new round of practice, but was interrupted by the movement outside the temple.
A group of workers carrying various tools and materials came outside the temple and shouted at the door at the top of their lungs.
Moyu, who heard the door knocking, walked through the atrium and opened the old wooden door.
Moyu was surprised when he saw a group of "heavily armed" workers standing outside the gate, but he quickly realized that these workers should have been called over by Wright.
"Hello, Mr. Wright entrusted us here. He said there is a courtyard here that needs to be repaired."
The leading worker greeted Moyu respectfully.
"Yes, come in."
Moyu, who knew what was going on, opened the door and signaled the workers to come in.
The workers immediately picked up their tools and materials and filed in, arriving at the devastated atrium.
The lead worker confirmed the project requirements with Moyo.
Once approved, construction began immediately.
With ultra-high efficiency, the entire construction team completed Moyo's requirements in just one hour.
I don’t know where they found the weathered stones, so that the repaired atrium doesn’t look much different from before.
After sending the construction team away, Moyu closed the temple door and returned to the atrium, once again impressed by Wright's thoughtfulness.
"By the way...it's almost time for Hawke to come back, right?"
Looking at the restored atrium, Moyu suddenly thought of his cheap dad.
At that time, Hawke said he would be back in ten days and a half. Now, eleven days have passed, and he may be back in two days.
I thought about calling Hawke and asking about the situation.
But thinking of Hawke's instructions before leaving home, "Don't call if you have anything to do," Moyo could only give up.
Time passes slowly.
The sun sets and night falls.
In a town only a hundred kilometers away from the temple.
Hawke sat in a remote bridge opening, pressing his right hand tightly on his abdomen, raising his head slightly and panting.
Sweat slid down his cheeks, dripping into a pool of blood and creating ripples.
Ta-ta-
The sound of the stream was suddenly mixed with the sound of footsteps.
Hearing the footsteps, Hawke's eyes sharpened suddenly, but softened again the next second.
"Looks like you're badly hurt, Hawk."
Under the bridge, a gurgling stream flows.
The moonlight fell slanting on the stream, shining brightly.
Suddenly a frog jumped into the water, and the light reflected on the water suddenly blurred.
After the water surface calmed down, a green figure suddenly appeared in the bright reflection.
The figure stood on the shore, staring calmly at Hawke, who was sitting in the bridge hole.
"It's just a minor injury."
Hawke turned his head and looked at the figure.
Wearing a green jumpsuit, he is petite and good-looking. He wears thin-framed glasses on his face and his eyes are calm and calm.
What is striking is that there is a pair of dog ears in the long green hair.
But if you look closely, you can barely tell that the pair of dog ears are decorations.
The person who came was none other than Kido Yorkshire, a member of the twelve earthly branches of the Hunter Association. He was also a two-star professional hunter with difficult diseases who held the positions of both a physician and a legal scholar.
"Small injury?"
Chiduo walked into the bridge cave and said calmly: "Just hearing my footsteps, he couldn't wait to exude murderous intent. This deliberate reaction is like a beast caught in a bear trap, which can only roar. A senseless threat."
"..."
Hawke was silent for a moment, and then joked in a helpless tone: "Sir, legal scholar, I would like to ask, how many years do you need to be sentenced to save face and show off your strength?"
"There is no such thing in the law. Besides, I am just stating the facts."
Chiduo came to Hawke, his eyes fell on Hawke's bleeding abdomen, and he frowned and said:
"Since you haven't come, I guessed that something happened, but... I didn't expect you to be so seriously injured. With your ability, if you just want to run away, even more than a dozen telekinesis users will be helpless." ?”
"That's right."
Hawke gave a bitter smile and was about to ask Chiduo to help him stop the bleeding first, but Chiduo took over the topic:
"But you were seriously injured because the enemy has a "locked type" telekinesis ability? No, if that's the case, you're most likely dead. That's really weird, huh? Could it be..."
Chiduo thought of something, his eyes suddenly became solemn, and he asked in a deep voice: "Have the "things after death" over there in the temple become so strong that you have to leave the "Rat Treasure" there? "
"Ah, yes, yes, if it weren't for the fact that I can't use my left hand right now, I would definitely applaud you, but what's more important now is, can you help me first..."
Hawke looked weak.
Chiduo's expression changed, and she had no intention of listening to the second half of Hawke's words. She lowered her head slightly and gritted her teeth and muttered to herself:
"Damn it, has it become so serious... I can currently contact one mind-killing master, plus the one from the association, there are two, but they are not good at removing the "mind after death" ”. "
"that……"
Hawke looked at Chiduo, who was lowering his head and talking to himself, and said helplessly: "If it's convenient, help me stop the bleeding first."
Chiduo did not respond and continued to whisper to himself: "Although a reward has been issued among the people, there is an unavoidable problem in terms of reward."
"..."
Hawke's eyes were silent.
He looked down at the terrible amount of bleeding under his body, feeling anxious that the blood bar was about to bottom out.
"Hey, Chiduo, I'm about to die. Can you look up at me?"
“@#@&#……”
From someone's murmuring voice.
"..."
Hawke's eyelids twitched several times, he hesitated, and then tentatively said at this critical moment of life and death: "Qiduo single dog."
"Um?"
Chiduo raised his head suddenly and looked at Hawke with sharp eyes.
