"Where's Shang Huan?"
"That dead fatty wouldn't listen. He renewed for another month." Old Hao curled his lip, disappointed in his failure to live up to expectations. "He hasn't even mastered the secret art. Staying at the Training Ground for a year would just be wasting money!"
"Maybe he'll succeed."
"Forget him. Let's go home, farm, save money, and try again next year." Old Hao waved a hand, looking utterly unbothered.
"Your mindset is really admirable, sir. At your age, you aren't discouraged by failure and can even gather the courage to fight again. Impressive!" Chen Mu said admiringly, raising a thumbs-up.
"If you don't know how to talk, then don't talk!" Old Hao rolled his eyes irritably.
"I'm still young. I've got plenty of time, all right? Why would I be discouraged?"
Chen Mu: "..."
I judged by appearances again?
Fine...
Although this old man had already lived for over sixty years, he could still live another sixty or so.
His age really... wasn't that advanced.
As the sun rose and the moon set, time flowed on.
A month later, Xinyou District, Lu Ku's residence.
"Another one's gone?" Lu Ku frowned deeply.
"This is the third one." Yu Lin's voice was muffled and heavy.
"The people we picked are indeed capable."
"Once they're offered enough benefits, they become more active than anyone."
"And they're well-informed. They can always find experts at catching trash fish. With both threats and incentives, they brought in over twenty people in a row."
"But for some reason, they keep disappearing without a trace."
"Someone's picking a fight?!" Ai Ji asked fiercely.
"Unlikely. Those groups at the dock only care about Mutant Beast materials. They wouldn't think much of the profits from trash fish." Wu Ruo narrowed her eyes.
"They ran away?" Xu Rao's