The three chiefs' faces were so gloomy they seemed ready to drip water, and their members were all filled with fear.
The three chiefs exchanged glances and fell silent. After a moment, Stare Chief was the first to speak. His voice trembled—not with fear, but with rage.
"Clearly, that monster has once again proved his nickname, 'Puppet Thug,' is well deserved. I've already suffered heavy losses, so I won't be taking part in what comes next. Of course, since I didn't manage to learn anything, I'll be satisfied with just a tenth of the spoils."
It was clear that the old man had begun to fear Hals.
There wasn't much of an expression on Strongman's face. Perhaps he, too, was somewhat afraid of Hals. Over the years, he had encountered plenty of vicious criminals, but this was the first time he'd met a thug so powerful and uncanny.
Greenwood Chief seemed the most at ease. Seeing the dejected looks on the other two men's faces, he spoke soothingly. "There's no need for either of you to worry too much. I've already found a very famous group of hunters. They're incredibly powerful, and their record includes hunting down someone close to the level of a Titled Douluo. So you can both rest easy."
The other two chiefs' expressions improved at his words, but the old man still seemed unwilling to accept it. He looked at Greenwood Chief, his tone carrying a hint of accusation.
"Then why did you need me to make such a pointless sacrifice?"
Greenwood Chief looked unruffled by Stare Chief's accusation. "After all, it's only a rumor. Besides, I think it's best to be cautious when facing an enemy like this. Don't you agree?"
Stare Chief opened his mouth at Greenwood Chief's words, but couldn't say anything for