Zheng Qing had never imagined he would get caught up in Forest Goods Market's troubles in such a way.
When the constable from Beta Town North District asked whether there were any registered hunters in the restaurant, Zheng Qing was still considering whether to head straight back to school afterward or make a detour through Beta Town's Pedestrian Street to look at Mirror Painting or Shepherd Maiden Accessories for Valentine's Day gifts.
After all, something this serious had happened at Forest Goods Market. It probably would not be resolved anytime soon, and their plan to continue shopping that afternoon had clearly fallen through.
Yet after all his careful consideration, he had overlooked the fact that one of his companions was a school newspaper reporter with an exceptional "career drive"—earlier at Forest Goods Market, if Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao had not held him back for dear life, Fatty Xin would have already followed Commissioner Andrew of the Trident Sword around to conduct interviews.
As someone determined to win a Golden Feather Pen, Fatty Xin would never let an opportunity like this slip by when it involved a major story about alien envoys.
Outside the window, the violent magical fluctuations became increasingly pronounced.
Inside the restaurant, the witches and wizards stared at one another, their gazes eventually settling on Fatty Xin's table.
Zheng Qing's mouth twitched as he glared fiercely at the fat man before him. In his heart, he had already thrown him into a wok, stir-fried him, and stewed him a hundred times. He believed Xiao Xiao, silently packing away his notebook beside him, had the same thought.
Fatty Xin chuckled and winked at Zheng Qing, but made no move to lower his raised arm.
"Would apprentice hunters count?" He wore a brave, fearless expression as he looked at