I'm Applying to Be a Logistics Hunter Now

The moment Bai Zhu entered, he felt that the lineup looked oddly familiar.

On the left sat a poker-faced man. His mouth was hidden from view, his whole posture prim and proper, his hair meticulously combed, and he held a cup of coffee that seemed as though it would never run out.

Bai Zhu glanced at him twice.

This had to be Satotz.

A Ruins Hunter and Ging's die-hard fan.

Ever since Ging had entered, Satotz's gaze had never left him.

On the right sat a man whose build was overwhelmingly intimidating.

Razor.

He looked at Bai Zhu once, then withdrew his gaze and spun a pair of steel balls in his hand.

Bai Zhu immediately added him to the "do not provoke" list.

At the end of the table, a man was organizing documents. Several stacks of files lay before him, their labels arranged with perfect neatness.

List.

The moment Bai Zhu entered, he pushed a sheet of paper aside.

It clearly contained Bai Zhu's public information.

Hunter status, temporary records of the ocean incident, involvement in the Meteor City anomaly, unknown flame ability, suspected high-risk cooperation target.

Bai Zhu saw the last line and immediately looked at Ging.

"What does 'suspected high-risk' mean?"

List adjusted his glasses.

"Public information can only say 'suspected.'"

Bai Zhu said, "What about the non-public version?"

List said, "High-risk."

Bai Zhu turned to leave.

Ging pressed a hand onto his shoulder.

"Sit."

"You slap a label on me before the meeting even starts. This team culture is unhealthy."

There was another man slumped in a chair, his hair messy and his clothes equally disheveled. A few flies buzzed around him.

When he saw Bai Zhu, he smiled and raised a hand.

"Don't be nervous. Everyone gets along pretty well."

Bai Zhu shifted one