After fleeing with their tails between their legs, Yang Wufang and his men returned to their hideout.
Hurricane Hall had always acted with caution. Their strength was limited, so they were exceedingly careful when choosing their prey. They had come across an exceptionally fat target today and were just about to succeed when, with a thunderclap out of nowhere, a fierce ghost burst onto the scene and smashed their whole plan to pieces.
After such a major unforeseen disaster, he was the only one in charge, so he had to show some resolve—even if only to bolster morale and unite the group. Otherwise, if he let everyone lose heart, Hurricane Hall might fall apart in just a few days.
"Boss Yang, I don't mean to butt in, but what you're saying just isn't realistic. A bounty? What would we offer as a bounty? Even if we pooled everyone's belongings, I doubt we could scrape together a single Azure Spirit Essence. With resources like that, who could we offer a bounty to, and who would take it?"
A purple-faced young man couldn't hold back any longer and chimed in.
Yang Wufang's old face flushed. How could he not know that they simply couldn't scrape together the resources? His talk of a bounty had just been bluster, a way to show his stance. But now some fool with no sense had spoken up, stoking his fury. He roared, "So, according to you, we should do nothing at all and just hide here? Our brothers died—not some irrelevant strangers! If we don't even have the guts to risk our lives, are we even human? I can't speak for anyone else, but ever since Hurricane Hall was founded, we've never let a grudge go unanswered. No matter what, we'll investigate first. We'll find out