Although the Stormbeast Blue Stone found for me was only master-grade in quality, its size was nearly on par with a hero-grade beast. So, with Blue Stone and Blazing Dragon accompanying it on either side, it did not exactly make us look bad. With two more hero-grade Hunters following behind us, this lineup already looked overwhelmingly formidable to any onlooker.
There actually were not many hero-grade Hunters in a great city. Judging from the way Blue Stone greeted them, they seemed to know each other. After all, once the numbers grew large enough, most people knew you, while you knew none of them.
I had hunted the Skyguard Armored Dragon alone, which was equivalent to being a legendary existence. The Hunter Bureau's expectations of me were naturally immense, and they had put on quite a show. At the very least, the Bureau Chief's rather ornate hero-grade armor would not make anyone feel that the Hunter Bureau had lost face. One could even say he was there to hold the fort.
Looking at that resplendent golden armor, I could not help saying, "This hero-grade armor is good, but doesn't the Hunter Bureau have legendary armor and divine weapons? Why doesn't the Bureau Chief wear one to put on a better show?"
The moment I made that teasing remark, the four hero-grade Hunters around and behind me, including Blue Stone, all stared at me in stunned silence.
Blue Stone hurriedly explained, "Brother, you're a heaven-sent divine being. You probably don't know the Hunter Bureau's rules. We can't just run wild in this Savage World. Everything is regulated. Hunters outside can do whatever they want, but once they enter the city, they have to follow the Hunter Bureau's rules. If you're a hero-grade Hunter, nobody will point fingers no matter whether you wear