"hey, young man, i heard you're looking for lightning scorpions?"
at the hunter association, an old man with a messy beard and a wine pot in his hand approached them with a smile and took the initiative to greet them.
"oh? you have a clue?" bai wushang asked indifferently.
he was wearing a loose black windbreaker and a grimacing mask that he had bought in star iron town.
not only did it cover his figure and appearance, even his voice had changed. it had become deep and low, and no one could recognize him.
people dressed like him could be found everywhere in the hall.
hunter, mercenary-related professions, they were born to walk on the tip of the blade.
some people were used to being cautious, while others had a lot of enemies and couldn't see the light at all.
the sloppy old man seemed to be smiling yet not smiling. he took a gulp of hard liquor and said in a low voice, " " 10000 gold coins. i guarantee you'll be satisfied! "