The mission Su Enxi had posted had been hanging on Hunter Net for three full days. During that time, plenty of bold souls submitted their résumés, hoping to claim the sky-high bounty, but she had not so much as lifted an eyelid.
She had only one target: to get that "Little Black Rabbit," Amon, to take the bait.
"Could the buzz still not be enough to catch his attention?" With that thought in mind, Su Enxi tapped her finger and directly doubled the reward, raising it to ten million dollars.
Another two days passed, yet there was still no movement from Amon's side.
Su Enxi narrowed her eyes and increased the reward again. By now, the bounty had climbed to an astonishing twenty million dollars... a solo mission rarely offered such a terrifying price.
However, the hunters had gradually begun to catch a whiff of something unusual, and the number of people willing to submit résumés actually dwindled. This line of work was indeed about dancing with Bleach, about the thrill of living on the edge, but "nine chances of death and one of survival" was ultimately different from "certain death."
If someone were offered a hundred million dollars to drink a poison they knew for certain was poisonous, no one would agree. But if they were offered ten million dollars to blindly choose between a bottle of poison and a bottle of ordinary drink, there would be no shortage of people willing to gamble on that fifty-percent chance. There were always desperadoes willing to stake their lives on a huge fortune.
But now, in the eyes of many ordinary Hybrids, this mission had changed from a desperate gamble to a dead end with no chance of survival.
Of course, that was only the view of those with mediocre strength.