Chapter 6: So Even Airheads Can Bootlick

Frank Lee stepped out of the taxi, his eyes fixed on the towering Raiders Guild building in front of him. The skyscraper, almost the same size as the branch of the Hunter Association Trade Center, stood tall and imposing. As Frank approached, he noticed the emblem at the entrance—a sword pointing upwards, with two crossed swords and a snake coiled around them at the center.

Upon entering, Frank observed a few people moving about. This place was familiar to him; it was where he had been tested and registered as a hunter. People bustled around, some were guild members, while others were associates or newly hired individuals.

The guild members were the core of the hunter society. Out of the many hunters who registered, only a select few were recruited by the guild to become members. These members were chosen based on their exceptional skills and promise. Frank, however, was not among those scouted. Although being scouted had its perks, the chances were slim, and Frank could only feel a sense of resignation about it.

Frank walked towards the counter where a woman was seated, typing on her computer. She had a long neck, tan skin, and her hair was styled in a large bun. Frank greeted her, "Hey there," but she barely acknowledged him, her eyes fixed on the screen.

"What do you want?" she asked indifferently.

"I want to renew my hunter license," Frank replied.

She continued typing without responding. After a moment, Frank repeated, "Excuse me, I want to renew my hunter license."

The woman looked up, irritation clear in her voice. "I heard you the first time. Can't you see I'm busy attending to other clients?"

Frank glanced around but saw no one else. "Which client are you attending to?" he asked.

She gave him a contemptuous smirk. "People more important than you."

Frank immediately realized she was being disrespectful for no reason.

He understood that the people she might be referring to were official guild members. Although he wasn't new to this kind of attitude, it was still frustrating. Guilds often treated their affiliated hunters poorly, and it was the same for many guild members. But this felt like outright discrimination.

Frank shook his head and asked, "What do I do? Do I wait over there?"

The woman didn't even look at him as she waved her hand, vaguely pointing to a chair off to the side. "You can go and wait over there," she said curtly, offering no further instructions. Frank could only assume she meant for him to sit down.

He went to the bench and sat down, passing the time on his phone. Hours passed, and when he approached her again, she shook her head. "No, not yet." This happened multiple times, and each time, she rejected him.

Frank was about to complain when suddenly, a man entered the guild reception area. The man had golden hair, wore dark shades, and was dressed in a pristine white suit. He had a muscular build and a charismatic smile, accompanied by an air of extravagance. Two beautiful women clung to his arms—one with short, styled hair in a red velvet gown that accentuated her curvy figure, and the other, a foreign-looking woman with long blonde hair, dressed in a silver gown and high heels.

The trio walked in, the women resting their heads on the man's broad shoulders. His presence commanded attention, and everyone stopped to admire him. Frank immediately recognized the man—Tian Tang Young, a renowned A-rank hunter, among the top hunters in the Guild.

The receptionist, who had been ignoring Frank, suddenly sprang to attention. "Good afternoon, Mr. Tian Tang Young," she greeted him, her tone obsequious. The man nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Tian Tang Young turned to the two women and said charmingly, "I want to see the guild leader. You can stay in the private room and wait for me."

"Okay, dear," the two women responded with beaming smiles, kissing him on the cheek before he left. The receptionist, meanwhile, was left standing with the many luxury bags at her feet.

One of the women turned to the receptionist and said irritably, "What are you standing there for? Come and help me carry this."

The receptionist, dazed, quickly nodded. "I'm sorry," she murmured, rushing to pick up the bags from the floor, leaving her front desk behind.

She was carrying more than five bags in each hand when the other woman looked at her, then glanced at her own luxury bags on the floor. "Come here. Bring your neck," the woman commanded.

The receptionist, though stunned, didn't refute. She stretched out her long neck, and the woman began hanging the luxury bags on it—more than five in total. Everyone around was stunned.

The receptionist had a bewildered expression as the bags were hung on her neck. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" the foreign woman said, glaring. "I hope you don't have a problem with it."

The receptionist quickly shook her head. "No, no, this is no problem. I don't mind, really. I do this for a living. This is nothing," she said, forcing a smile.

The woman looked at her condescendingly before saying, "Good." Then, she and the other woman walked towards the elevator, presumably to go to the private room. As they walked, the woman continually asked, "Is this enough? Can you manage more?"

When the foreign woman noticed the receptionist muttering under her breath, she turned back and said, "If you have a problem, just tell me. Don't mutter obscenities under your breath."

The receptionist immediately shook her head vigorously. "No, no, this is nothing, really. If you come back here, I'll do this any time of the day. It's my pleasure to use my assets to be of service to you," she said, forcing a wide smile.

"Good," the woman replied. With that, they entered the elevator and left.

Frank, watching the whole scene, shook his head and muttered to himself, "So even airheads can bootlick." He glanced at the empty reception desk, thinking how ridiculous the situation had become.