"Hilde, damn it, someone's looking for you—and he's a fucking rare Centaurian!"
Just as Brunhilde was recalling the prey she had just caught, the guard's voice reached her ears.
Brunhilde raised her head and cast a disdainful glance toward the source of the voice.
"Tell him to piss off!"
"Mm-hmm, that's what I said too. If a red Yaka Arrow hadn't been pointed at my third heart, I wouldn't have notified you about this!"
As the guard spoke, he backed up and pushed open the bar's doors, retreating inside from the entrance.
At the same time, a sharp arrow with red light flashing from its fletching hovered before the guard's chest, trembling without pause.
In an instant, everyone in the bar rose to their feet and drew their weapons.
Only Brunhilde remained seated, mockingly addressing the guard and Yondu with contempt.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. It's been too long since anyone dared cause trouble on the Grandmaster's turf. How unusual."
With that, Brunhilde slowly rose to her feet and drew an energy weapon from the outside of her still-bandaged thigh.
Holding the gun in one hand, Brunhilde strode gallantly toward the entrance while casually snatching a cigarette from someone nearby and placing it between her lips.
After taking a satisfying drag, Brunhilde blew out a smoke ring and pressed the cigarette butt against another hunter's arm with her free hand.
No one dared interrupt her, not even the poor souls whose cigarettes had been stolen or whose arms had become ashtrays.
They all knew Brunhilde's temperament. As long as they did not provoke her, the world was a beautiful place.
But if they made her angry...
Seeing Brunhilde's growing fury, countless people began to tremble. Even their hands holding their guns had become unsteady.
It was as though dark clouds had