"Okay, thanks for the reminder. I'll definitely keep a low profile!" Sun Hang nodded very "seriously."
"Are you really Sun Hang?" Yang Qiaoxi still seemed unable to believe Sun Hang's identity and asked one last time.
"I really am." Sun Hang said helplessly, "If you still don't believe me, I can show you my Hunter License."
"I'm just confused... If Tianshu Tower and the Federal Government wanted to 'manufacture' a hero, why would they choose an auxiliary-type Hunter like you? Don't they realize that this would be exposed sooner or later?" Yang Qiaoxi wondered. "If I were one of the higher-ups, I'd definitely choose Night Fiend... Over the years, Night Fiend has long since made a name for herself in Tianfu City. If they chose her as this hero, there'd probably be far fewer people unconvinced by it—and even fewer coming to cause trouble."
"Old Wang... Is Night Fiend really that famous among Hunters?"
"Famous? She's notorious." Yang Qiaoxi said. "Even a former mercenary like me, all the way out in Dragon City, has heard of her... How should I put it? Whenever she takes on a mission, the scene is inevitably left in utter ruin... A lot of Hunters who've worked with her say that when she fights, she's practically a wild beast, and all her abilities are indiscriminate attacks. There are even rumors that several Hunters have died at her hands. No idea whether that's true or not."
Sun Hang recalled the scene when he had first met Wang Xiyi—the place being a complete wreck was true enough, but the indiscriminate attacks were most likely a misunderstanding. He clearly remembered how the Dragon Flame that burned everything had avoided him by the blood pool and lunged straight at Bloody Mary.
Back then, Old Wang's infection progression had still