Thud! Thud! Thud!


    Someone knocked on the door.


    It was the middle-aged president of the mid-sized company from the neighboring cabin. His bloodshot eyes fixed on Baek Seung-hyun as he abruptly spoke.


    “You. You’re a hunter, right? An old hunter, huh?”


    “What about it?”@@@@


    “What do you mean, ‘what about it’? You need to gather people. Get the ones who can fight together, don’t you?”


    “Excuse me?”


    Though Baek Seung-hyun was a cold and ruthless man, his demeanor was one of calm restraint. He wasn’t the type to yell, turn red in the face, or lash out impulsively.


    But even now, there was a sharp edge to his voice.


    “Let’s talk somewhere else. My child might cry.”


    He gestured toward the man’s cabin.


    “Let’s use your cabin. That okay?”


    The man glanced at the woman holding the baby in the room and then at her faintly visible tattoos. With a cold expression, he nodded and led Baek Seung-hyun to his cabin.


    The room was empty.


    The man poured expensive whiskey into a glass and offered it to Baek Seung-hyun.


    “So, what’s your name?”


    It was meant as a gesture of goodwill.


    Baek Seung-hyun ignored the glass entirely, staring at the man coldly before opening his mouth.


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