Starting the Car and Fleeing

Fente ignored Sainsai's usual deranged remarks and instead continued to complain viciously to Ding Moluo:

"So I'm saying, we never should've wasted words on him from the very start! And now that bastard has wheedled a whole pile of information out of us again! We never had to take these risks in the first place! Damn it! It's always like this! These damn hunters! They keep stirring up trouble for me again and again and again—ahhh——!"

Faced with Fente's furious roar, Ding Moluo instead answered casually, utterly unconcerned:

"Hey, you're not getting any younger. Can you stop screeching like a shrew? Who the hell knew they'd figure out such a handy communication tool in just a few years?"

"Besides, at the end of the day, those hunters only know a few one-sided scraps of information. They can't affect the bigger picture at all."

"More importantly, we never planned to stay here long anyway! If we really decide to leave, who among those Master Hunters could stop us?"

As his words fell, Ding Moluo turned his gaze toward Sainsai.

"Sainsai, how many hunter teams have we wiped out so far?"

Sainsai answered in an even tone:

"Assuming the region we currently occupy is cleared successfully, we will have cleared a total of fourteen teams and punished eighty-four false entities."

Hearing this, Ding Moluo fell into thought.

"Eighty-four Master Hunters..."

As he muttered this, Ding Moluo reached into his robe and pulled out an object.

It was a palm-sized stone disc. Its stony surface was covered in intricate, crisscrossing patterns, with a soft gleam shining between them. It was the "veteran benefit" the Headmaster of Delight Theater had previously handed to Ding Moluo—the control disc of the Sky Train.

Over the past few years, in order to build a bridge of contact