Used to Being Assassinated, It's Not Worth Mentioning

Gelman remembered that indeed there was such a thing.

The 1999 Hunter Exam, after the examinees arrived at an inconspicuous restaurant, they were only allowed to enter the venue after the Guide spoke a password.

"So, you need me to personally take me to the examination venue?"

"I'd love to be your Guide..." Biscuit sounded a little embarrassed.

"But I've been really busy lately and can't get away. Just rest assured, I've asked someone else to be your Guide."

"Who?"

"My disciple, Wing, who is currently the 'acting master of Heart Source Flow Fist'." Biscuit concisely explained their relationship, then resumed her childish voice.

"Gelman, the gems you gave me, just give them to him. You can completely trust him, he's a good kid."

"I understand." Gelman prepared to hang up the phone.

Biscuit seemed to sense Gelman's intention and quickly asked, "Wait, wait, don't hang up so quickly! Tell me first, what is this gem, where did it come from, and how do I get it?"

Gelman replied, "I'll tell you when I have the chance."

"Eh? Now is 'the chance'! Wait, wait, don't hang up yet..."

Gelman hung up the phone, switched it to silent mode, placed it on the bedside table to charge, and then went to the bathroom.

After resting well for several days, time had quietly turned from the end of 1997 to the beginning of 1998.

Gelman didn't set off until the morning of January 7th, carrying his travel backpack, he took a bus to Anisha City.

His location was not too far from Anisha City, so he didn't need to take an airship, and the stone in his backpack probably wouldn't pass the airship security check so easily.

After a two-hour bus ride, the iconic pointed castle and church of Anisha City came into view.

Gelman gazed at the city streetscape outside the window, at the dazzling shop windows, at the sparkling lake, at the birds flying all over the sky, immersed in his own world.

Perhaps traveling alone after the Hunter Exam was also a good idea.

However, this was a noisy bus, not his personal world.

With a "click," Gelman heard a strange noise from his side. He turned his head and saw two girls sitting opposite him in the aisle, their faces flushed, hastily putting away their phones.

"Damn, I forgot to turn off the camera sound..."

"He's looking over, he's really handsome, what should we do?"

"Why don't we just ask him for a photo? And maybe chat a bit?"

"Then you go."

"Why aren't you going first?"

Just then, the bus let out a squeal and stopped.

Both the front and back doors hissed open, and passengers got up from their seats, gathering in the narrow aisle, and disembarking in an orderly fashion.

Gelman didn't give the indecisive girls time to make a decision. He put on his triangular hat, slung his travel backpack over his shoulder, and got up to get off the bus.

"Ah, he's gone..." Regretful sighs could be faintly heard from behind him.

Gelman walked out of the crowded station, where people with blank or anxious expressions hurried past him.

They were all just passers-by.

He quickly noticed a young man wearing glasses and a shirt, who looked refined and scholarly, standing at the station entrance.

He habitually squinted, looking as if he wasn't fully opening his eyes, and always had a smile on his lips.

For some reason, the hem of his right shirt was not tucked into his pants beneath his belt, and it hung down loosely.

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The young man with glasses noticed Gelman, immediately walked quickly towards him, stopped in front of him, bowed slightly, and extended his hand.

"You must be Mr. Gelman, the one Miss Biscuit mentioned. I am her disciple, Wing."

"I am Gelman."

Gelman subconsciously glanced at the palm of Wing's hand before extending his own, shook it, and let go.

Wing hadn't expected Gelman to be so wary, but he didn't mind, and adjusted his glasses.

"Mr. Gelman, you've been on the bus for a long time. Would you like to rest first? There's a nice restaurant nearby..."

"No need." Gelman waved his hand to interrupt, "Mr. Wing, please take me to the Hunter Exam venue."

"However, there are still three hours until the exam begins."

"It's alright, my habit is to be early rather than late."

Wing nodded, "A very good habit. Alright, I'll lead the way, you follow me."

At this time, Zushi was not by his side. It was unclear if Zushi had not yet become Wing's disciple, or if Wing simply hadn't brought him to meet the dangerous person in front of him.

Gelman and Wing left the bustling Anisha City station.

They passed through a lively park and walked onto an ancient-looking arched bridge, where they could see the river below was as calm as a mirror.

A pale gray, spire-topped church came into view not far away.

Countless white doves landed in the plaza, pecking at breadcrumbs scattered on the ground.

Wing had one hand behind his back and the other extended, index finger pointing diagonally towards the solemn church.

"Mr. Gelman, that is the Hunter Exam venue."

Gelman gently lifted the brim of his hat, unsurprised. Hunter Exam venues always liked to hide beneath the surface.

Wing took a few steps forward, about to lead Gelman into the church, when he suddenly heard a harsh "screech."

He turned his head, his eyes widening in surprise.

A black Volkswagen Beetle was veering erratically towards them, startling all the pigeons on the ground into a collective flight, filling the sky with white shadows in an instant.

"Is there something wrong with the car? No... it's intentional!" Wing quickly judged.

The driver, as if drunk, swerved the steering wheel wildly left and right, then slammed on the accelerator and brakes, making the Beetle look like it was about to flip over after each wide turn.

"This is..." Wing adjusted his glasses, their lenses glinting.

While he was lost in thought, he suddenly saw Gelman put down his travel backpack and unhurriedly walk towards it.

"Mr. Gelman?!" Wing called out in surprise.

Gelman stood still, looked back at him, and explained, "Most likely assassins looking for me. It happens almost every day, though less and less recently..."

"It's not about whether it's happening less or not, Mr. Gelman, watch out behind you!" Wing immediately warned.

The Beetle, like a furious bull, charged for a while before revealing its true nature. Taking advantage of Gelman looking back at Wing, it sped towards him!

However, Gelman dodged with the lightness of an elegant bullfighter, causing the Beetle to screech to a halt.

The driver was about to turn or reverse the Beetle when he glanced at the rearview mirror and was shocked to find his target gone.

In the blink of an eye, the target was somehow sitting in the passenger seat, making his hair stand on end!