Hunter Hankov

"Hunter? What kind of occupation is that?" Mike asked without thinking.

"The so-called hunter, a role that even specializes in hunting Beastmasters!"

The old man's words made Mike feel a little scared.

After all, he had told him everything about himself just now.

Looking at the nervous Mike in front of him, the old man smiled.

"Young man, don't be too nervous. I won't kill you!"

"You just scared me to death!"

As Mike was speaking, the old man's eyes suddenly became fierce.

"I was originally a member of the Fierce Beast Hunting Union! It was because of those d*mned guys that I got into this state!"

"Sooner or later, I will use all their blood to pay my respects!"

Looking at the fierce-looking old man in front of him, Mike became nervous again.

"Young man, it looks to me like you must have tamed a good-quality Fierce Beast!"

Seeing the old man addressing him again, Mike could only nod subconsciously.