After entering the lobby, Little Fatty headed straight for the front desk, where a gaunt middle-aged man sat upright. His shifty eyes gleamed with gloom and cunning—clearly not a good man.
Little Fatty stopped at the desk, rapped his knuckles against the countertop, and said in a deep voice:
"I want to post a bounty!"
"Well, well, haven't seen you in a while." The middle-aged man scrutinized Little Fatty and chuckled. "You haven't been coming to the base much lately. What have you been busy with?"
The middle-aged man was the base's manager, responsible for accepting and issuing missions. Members who made deals at the base also had to register them here, so the organization could guarantee the transaction. The Southern Faction would not concern itself with deals made in private.
"Delivering takeout!" Little Fatty replied irritably.
The middle-aged man froze and looked him over from head to toe, unable for a moment to tell whether he really delivered takeout or was hinting at something else.
"Fine, then. What bounty are you posting?" The gloomy middle-aged man pulled out a sheet of paper, picked up a pen, and prepared to write down the details.
Little Fatty lowered his voice. "Find out Yuanshi Tianzun's movements. Find out the movements of the Wuhen Hotel members."
The middle-aged man's hand stiffened around the pen. He abruptly raised his head. "Are you crazy, kid? Is that something an ordinary member can accomplish? Even the elders can't do that."
News that the Six Protectors had hunted Yuanshi Tianzun had already spread throughout the Southern Faction. The Illusionists were greatly encouraged. Look at that—so what if he was the strongest below the Sovereign stage? He still could not escape the rule that all beneath the Sovereign were ants.
At the same time, they found it deeply