He looked up, his gaze filled with complex emotions as he looked at Su Wei, who was leaning against the bar.
The young man remained in that posture, calm and composed, as if he hadn't just been the subject of the conversation.
That kind of nonchalance, not caring what others think, is something only truly capable people deserve.
"Jaw crushed."
Old Joey's voice was low, but in the deathly silent tavern, everyone could hear it clearly.
"The bullet shattered the brainstem, exiting through the back of the head and tearing open half of the skull." He paused, as if forcing himself to accept the fact. "It was a point-blank shot. Less than a meter away."
"I could even smell the burnt gunpowder residue on the fur."
Old Joey took a deep breath, looked at the hunters craning their necks around him, and gave a wry smile:
" Aruk wasn't lying. That shot was fucking divine."
boom.
This time, there was no commotion, no questioning.
There was only one more shocking silence: the sound of a brain being smashed and then reassembled.
One meter.
0.454.
Sold out instantly.
These three words, taken together, conjured a breathtaking image in their minds.
A colossal beast weighing several hundred kilograms lunged at you, its foul breath already spraying onto your face.
The young man did not flinch or close his eyes. Instead, he calmly drew his gun and, at that distance, sent a large-caliber bullet into the throat of death.
What kind of mental fortitude is this?
What kind of reaction speed is this?
The young man who had just mocked Su Wei for wetting his pants now instinctively squeezed his legs together, looking at Su Wei's handsome face, and felt a chill run down his spine.
This guy is hardly a newbie.
He's clearly a monster in human skin!
He's a hundred times more ruthless than those rough men who brag all day about how wild they are!
Black's lips twitched very slightly.
He was very satisfied with the result.
That's why he stopped here.
In the hunter's world, there is no need for humility; what is needed is to bare one's fangs.
Su Wei was the man he chose, so everyone must know that Su Wei Yang is qualified to stand in this cruel wilderness.
"Now."
Black picked up the bottle and filled his glass. The golden liquid shimmered under the light.
"Does anyone else think my apprentice isn't qualified to take that leather?"
No one spoke.
All those sarcastic remarks, mockery, and disdain from before now feel like a fishbone stuck in my throat—I can't swallow it down or spit it out.
The burly man with the thick beard blushed.
He glanced at Su Wei, then at the intimidating revolver on the table, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
Suddenly, he picked up his huge beer mug, a full glass of dark beer.
He stood up, the chair scraping against the floor with a harsh sound.
He raised his glass towards Su Wei.
Although his movements were rough, his expression was unusually serious.
" Su Wei."
He shouted out the name he had previously dismissed with disdain, his voice booming.
"I've never really respected anyone in my life, especially newcomers. But I take back what I just said; I was just a blind idiot."
"This toast is to you. To your courage, to your gun."
After saying that, he tilted his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing wildly, and downed the entire liter of beer in one gulp.
"Bang!"
An empty cup slams onto the table. This is a signal, a signal that the wolf pack has accepted them.
Immediately afterwards, the tall, thin man also stood up.
Old Joey stood up. The young man who had just been playing pool also stood up.
Even the one-armed old man in the corner, who hadn't uttered a sound, silently raised the wine jug in his hand.
Dozens of glasses were raised.
High and low, filled with whiskey, beer, and vodka.
All eyes were on the young man.
The scrutiny and contempt in his eyes were replaced by respect for his fellow human beings and for the strong.
"Homage to the hunter!" someone shouted first.
"Homage to the hunter!"
The roar was deafening, almost lifting the roof off.
This voice contained a mixture of awe for power and a detached acceptance of life and death.
Su Wei watched this scene unfold, seeing these rude men who had just tried to ostracize him but were now raising their glasses to him.
A surge of warmth welled up inside him, not from the alcohol, but from a sense of belonging he had been searching for in this world.
In this icy, foreign land, in this dog-eat-dog world, he finally used his gun to smash open the door and win a place that belonged to him.
He turned around to face the crowd.
He raised the glass of dark red wine in his hand.
He nodded slightly to Black, seeing the approval in his teacher's eyes.
He smiled at Aruk, thanking him for speaking up for him.
He also raised a toast to the strangers who had just accepted him.
Then, he drank it all in one gulp.
It's spicy and goes down easily, but leaves a slightly sweet aftertaste.
This is the taste of victory, and the taste of harvest.
Under everyone's gaze, at the peak of the commotion, Su Wei turned his head and looked out the window again.
Outside the window, it was a pitch-black night, and the cold wind was biting.
But in the reflection of the glass, the self that was carefully trying to pay off debts and survive seemed to become blurred.
Instead, there was a sharp-eyed, upright wilderness hunter.
This time, without the need for systematic guidance, he saw his own path clearly.
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The reflection in the glass window became clear.
It was no longer the anxious, debt-ridden young man, but Su Wei Weiyang's face—young, yet with sharp, cold eyes.
"Hey kid, stop admiring yourself in the mirror."
Black's large hand reached across the bar and slammed into Su Wei's shoulder.
The force was so strong that the empty wine glass in Su Wei's hand almost flew out.
Su Wei snapped out of his daze and turned to look.
The old hunter had turned around to face the room full of hunters who had just put down their wine glasses and were still excitedly discussing the matter.
Black's usually stern and cold face was now flushed with a rare blush.
" Silas!"
Black yelled at the one-eyed bartender who was wiping the glasses.
The deep, resonant sound pierced through the noisy crowd, causing the dim, antler-shaped chandelier above the bar to sway slightly.
"Bring a glass of bourbon to every single man in this room! Don't try to fool them with the watered-down kind, pour them the really strong stuff!"
He paused for a second, his gray eyes sweeping across the entire room before finally settling steadily on Su Wei, a rare smile playing on his lips.
"This drink is on me."
A brief silence fell over the tavern.