"As hunters, we never mind a good spectacle," a voice broke the silence, and three hunters instantly tightened their grips on their guns.
"Relax, it's me." A man stood beneath a streetlamp not far away, with graying hair and striking, sword-like eyebrows—none other than Lin Fenglong, whom Lancelot had met not long ago.
Yet in the hunter market, he went by another name.
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