Dividing the Spoils Before Entering the Tower, the Young Master Suddenly Became a Local

Razor's demons were like several small mountains, pinning the Specialist Association members to the ground one by one. Hua Qiulang lay at the very front, his face covered in soot, without making a sound. Gait's shoulder was crudely wrapped in bandages, blood still seeping through. Toray's eyes were as red as a rabbit's, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face.

Ging signaled that Razor could release them.

The group helped each other to their feet, the atmosphere heavy.

Bai Zhu was squatting beside the Specialist Association's opened equipment cases, skillfully conducting a post-battle inventory. He sensed Hua Qiulang's stare and spoke without looking up.

"What are you looking at? Don't make me change my mind."

He stuffed a Blue Crystal Fragment and several inactive beacons into his pocket, then picked up half of the route map and gave it a shake.

"Oh, right. Tell Pariston when you get back that he'd better hide somewhere I can't find him. Otherwise, if I find him, I'll definitely take his head."

Bai Zhu rose to his feet and clapped his hands.

"Get lost."

Milluki came over carrying a pile of charred hummingbird wreckage and slapped a list directly onto Gait's face.

"This is the compensation bill. Triple-protected: fireproof, waterproof, and deadbeat-proof. Pay it off whenever you like—then we'll delete the embarrassing videos of you from the Hunter Website."

Gait looked at the long string of zeros on the bill, and his face turned green.

Hua Qiulang ignored Milluki's extortion. He merely stared at Bai Zhu and Ging, gave them a meaningful look, then helped Toray turn and leave.

Before leaving, he still could not resist looking back at Bai Zhu.

"Deep inside the Black Tower, we heard something like a mechanism activating."

He had lost his earlier arrogance, and his voice was somewhat hoarse.