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Two figures emerged from the grass, one tall and one short. The man with a goatee smiled slightly at him and said, "Xiong Tai, why not join my camp?"
From the voice, it was clear who it was. Freyr immediately recognized that this person had a competitive spirit.
It was indeed Xiong Tai.
However, the current Xiong Tai was no longer the same as he was back in school or during the early days of the Hunter Association. Compared to then, he now possessed a certain fierceness.
His resolute face bore a hint of stubble, resembling a rough and tough man. It seemed that during his missions, he had encountered dangers that left half of his head embedded with metal.
As Xiong Tai turned around, ready to curse, he saw the familiar goatee approaching from behind and felt a surge of joy. "It's been such a long time, Freyr! By the way, how long has it been?"
"Three years and ten months," Freyr replied with a slight smile.
"I thought it was those guys here to mock me again. By the way, how long have you been here?" Xiong Tai asked.
"I saw you getting pinned down and beaten up by five people," Freyr chuckled.
It seemed only he dared to say such things; others might face dire consequences for speaking so.
Xiong Tai fell silent and brushed off the dirt from his pants as he stood up.
"By the way, Xiong Tai, I haven't been keeping up with the association's matters in recent years. Do you know where to gather people now?" Freyr suddenly spoke as they walked together.
"The current situation is quite troublesome; the number of casualties has been increasing year by year. However, what's most concerning is that the Hunter Team has lost its fighting spirit. Many teams have numerous vacancies," Xiong Tai shook his head and continued, "There are too few people, and most hunters are just trying to survive. In fact, the number of ordinary missions has increased significantly. Sometimes even regular dangerous missions come with a high mortality rate. Recently, tasks haven't been going as smoothly as before. I've encountered several emergencies myself. Even though many teams are short-staffed, old members like me are increasingly marginalized. Don't worry; I know many people. If possible, I can introduce a few to you."
"What about Wu Hua?"
Freyr nodded in agreement, but suddenly remembered someone else and quickly responded to Xiong Tai.
"I recall that during the second year's Hunter Association's event, his two brothers participated in the assessment again. This time, both of them became Hunters as well. However, the fate of these three brothers was rather tragic. During a mission, they were surrounded by monsters, and it seems that only Wu Hua survived. Since then, he has become a pariah at Death Star."
"It's not terrifying that people die on missions; what's more concerning is his cursed fate. Anyone who teams up with him is bound to encounter death. Whether it's a total wipeout or the loss of a large number of team members, no one wants to team up with him anymore. He has become an outcast in the Hunter Association for four consecutive years. If he doesn't find a team soon, he might lose his qualification as a Hunter," Xiong Tai seemed like a walking encyclopedia, recalling whatever came to mind.
"Has the Association changed its rules now?" Freyr couldn't remember such a rule before that involved disqualification. If this applied to those Old Hunters who had passed their fighting years, it would render them completely uncompetitive, even jeopardizing their basic survival.
Although this was also meant to spur those reputable teams to take on high-risk, high-reward missions while reducing the strain on daily and basic tasks—where even ten daily tasks wouldn't compare to one high-risk mission.
But if it meant confronting death, then these easily obtainable Daily Tasks, which held little value, became highly sought after.
Many teams were scrambling for these tasks, their eyes red with competition.
Freyr suspected that this might be the work of the new Zerg. The Zerg was no longer the mindless group it once was; behind them were intelligent beings strategizing effectively.
As a result, the Hunter Association had paid a heavy price and was now on a downward slope.
Most Hunters preferred to exchange for basic tasks with quotas, living aimlessly rather than risking themselves on those high-risk missions cloaked in sweet words.
Though the rewards were immense, the risks came with death.
Once dead, nothing could be gained; the reality of life fading away was the most tangible truth—everything seemed powerless in the face of life itself.
“Where is Martial Huaren?” Freyr asked again.
Xiong Tai rested his chin on his hand, hesitating for a moment before replying calmly, “He’s working as a server at the association’s sales department.”
“A server? That seems like a waste of talent,” Freyr remarked with some regret.
“Yeah, it is a bit. If it were me, I would at least be doing something like being an instructor. I can’t believe he ended up as a server,” Xiong Tai chuckled awkwardly.
“Where is he? Take me to find him,” Freyr inquired.
“Well, it’s probably best not to. That guy is incredibly stubborn; it should be hard to convince him,” Xiong Tai replied.
“It's fine. He still owes me a promise; I have to bring him into the team,” Freyr said determinedly.
“Alright then, follow me.”
Xiong Tai felt helpless but figured that trying was better than doing nothing; perhaps they might succeed after all.
The two followed Xiong Tai to a building and soon arrived at the sales department on the second floor of the administrative area.
A young man with somewhat fair skin was dressed in a floral uniform, fiddling with a large string of meatballs in a broth floating with chili peppers.
He was surrounded by a crowd of people.
Being a server sometimes required enduring a lot of disrespect, being called over and over by rude hunters.
Wu Hua was one of the few with a good temper, diligently responding to these rude customers.
The customer is always right, no matter where they are.
"Here, the menu~"
Xiong Tai effortlessly sat back down in his chair, snapping his fingers and getting ready to engage.
Wu Hua was shocked to find two familiar faces at this table, both of whom he recognized.
Maintaining his composure, he said, "Oh? Have you decided what you want before calling me over?"
"Well, there's no need to think. Are you happy working here?" Freyr slid the menu over to Xiong Tai.
"Uh, I don't need to think either. I'll have a beef leg, a chicken leg rice, double portions of vegetable salad, and a glass of orange juice. That's my order," Xiong Tai cheerfully placed his order from the menu.
"My happiness doesn't matter; the restaurant doesn't provide happiness for customers, just food."
"Also, your order might take some time. I need to go prepare it for you," Wu Hua added.
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