Su Xiao was just about to push the wooden wheelchair out of the fortune-telling house when the female hunter Tiffany spoke.
"That bottle."
"Hm?"
"Put me in that large bottle."
Hearing this, Su Xiao felt it was a good idea. He took a cylindrical glass bottle nearly thirty centimeters wide from the wooden cabinet. The moment he opened the seal, the female hunter Tiffany liquefied, leaving only her clothes in the wooden wheelchair.
Tiffany, in liquid form, entered the glass bottle. Su Xiao tightened the cap, carried the bottled female hunter Tiffany in one hand, and held the wooden chest in the other as he walked out of the fortune-telling house.
The streets were deserted. The pest-control company's people had hurried over to conduct a forced evacuation. They were very experienced in this regard. They would spray a gas that was extremely unpleasant but harmless. Any civilian who could endure it for more than three seconds without fleeing was exceptionally strong-willed and would have no problem participating in the reserve hunter assessment.
"Boss, what's in that bottle?"
"A female hunter."
"Female hunters are bottled now? How advanced."
Baja, with two small knives stuck into its body, spoke up. Since it still had the energy to make vulgar jokes, its injuries clearly weren't serious.
"That fat clown—I'll definitely kill him next time. He actually burned me with his farts."
At the mention of the battle just now, Baja was furious. During their fight, the fat clown had actually stuck out its butt, lit its fart with fire paper, and burned Baja with it. He had been like a living flamethrower, delivering a double attack on both body and spirit.
After boarding the steam car, Bubu Wang drove back toward the Shelter.
At nine in the evening, Su Xiao returned to the