Ai Lei immediately looked away.
She took a big step back.
Based on the details she had just observed, she swiftly pieced together a profile of the short man in her mind.
He should have been a monster hunter who had lived in the wilderness year-round.
He could treat a venomous swamp crawling with snakes, insects, rats, and ants like a Simmons mattress and sleep peacefully in it.
He had skinned countless monsters and peeled off their carapaces, and had nearly been torn into eight pieces by monsters countless times as well.
His long years of hunting had honed his slaughtering skills to perfection.
They had also left him utterly incompatible with normal society, at a loss when faced with the calm after victory.
Because he had sustained severe injuries in battle, his dominant hand, spine, and even central nervous system had all been affected to some extent, causing his combat ability to plummet.
Coupled with his personality, this had left him in quite a predicament lately.
Fortunately, back when he hunted monsters, he had obtained some Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures deep in the wilderness.
Nine times out of ten, those treasures had shady origins.
They were stained with more than monster blood; perhaps there was also the heavy stench of human blood on them.
Thus, only after being driven into a corner had the short hunter brought his treasures to the Monster Market to try his luck.
Sure enough, Ai Lei spotted a bulging backpack behind the short hunter.
The backpack was wrapped in exceptionally tough Monster Tendons, like a rice dumpling being tied up.
Still not reassured, the short hunter had wound the Monster Tendons around and around with his intact left hand.
Unless his entire left arm was chopped off, the backpack would never leave his