"Sun Hang, do you think this guy was hiding his strength, or did he suddenly have some kind of epiphany and unlock his Ren and Du meridians like I said?" Yang Qiaoxi looked at Sun Hang.
"I don't know." Sun Hang shrugged, delivering a quality answer.
"Come to think of it, I still find it hard to believe you're really that Sun Hang." Charles looked at Sun Hang. "Why wouldn't you tell that young master from the Chen Family who you really are? If he knew you were Sun Hang, the one who took down Chimera Seventeen, he might start worshipping you like an ancestor."
"Too much trouble." Sun Hang gazed at the chaotic camp of the Three Great Families' hunting party in the distance—over time, what had initially been fairly strict discipline had begun to unravel. Quite a few hunters sat on the ground in groups of two or three, playing cards. Some had even removed the tires from their off-road vehicles and were shirtless, using them as makeshift barbells. Others were engaged in certain indescribable business ventures... Sun Hang even saw two grown men exchange a few words before putting their arms around each other's shoulders and slipping into a vehicle together. The vehicle soon began to rock.
Fuck, were those two from Tianfu City or something?
"You're not seriously expecting to pick hunters fit to accompany you to... what was it... Egypt, from this lot, are you?" Charles lifted a corner of his gas mask and took a sip from his canteen. "I've been stuck in this godforsaken place, Yumen, for two and a half years. I know exactly what these people are capable of... Top-tier hunters like you definitely wouldn't think much of them. As for the real experts, they wouldn't come join this sort of