[63]: Lucky?
"A-level murderer Kleber Farr, responsible for the deaths of 135 women, bounty 150 million. Good, I'll take this one." Cyr casually accepted the mission.
However, a prompt popped up on the computer screen.
"This task has already been taken by three other hunters. Are you sure you want to accept it?"
"Hey hey, I wasn't planning on sharing the money with the other three." Cyr frowned and clicked confirm.
If anyone wanted to fight him over the money, then so be it. If, during the pursuit, the other hunters suddenly found themselves eliminated by some "explosive effort"... well, that kind of thing wasn't so unusual, right?
"Kleber Farr..." Cyr mumbled the name, worth 150 million.
He felt like he'd heard this name somewhere before.
The man on the wanted poster had short, reddish-brown hair, reddish-brown eyes, pale skin, and a few freckles on his face. He was around thirty years old.
His expression was manic, gloomy, and hysterical.
Like a piece of wood burning red hot, about to turn to black ash.
"Ah, I remember now."
Not long ago, when he was searching for the official venue and staying at a hotel, he had heard this name on the news on the television.
If he remembered correctly, there was also a terrorist group called the Crows.
With that thought, Cyr began searching for information on the Crows. What popped up were a series of terrorist attacks they had orchestrated.
They had been active all over the world, responsible for multiple bombings, kidnappings, and like the Phantom Troupe, they moved like shadows—no known member identities, and no one knew how many people were involved.
At least the Troupe had their spider tattoos, but the Crows seemed to have no such identifiers.
Searching for them was like looking for a needle in a haystack—far too time-consuming. He skipped over it and moved on to the next task.
Cyr carefully selected bounties for A-level and B-level criminals that had names, photos, or at least a general idea of their locations.
If he managed to catch them all, that would add up to two billion.
He couldn't deny that this felt like one of those games where you grind through progress bars.
Filling up a hundred-billion XP progress bar was just a piece of cake for the players.
"Master, I'm ready." Maro rushed over, holding his bag.
"Ah." Cyr logged into a new website on the computer.
Once logged in, a page titled "Hunter Tavern" appeared.
There was a bartender and a few customers at the tables.
Clicking on different individuals triggered different responses.
Cyr clicked on the bartender, and suddenly a menu popped up on the screen, accompanied by the bartender's voice.
"What kind of information would you like?"
Searching for Kleber Farr, the options that appeared were sparse.
"Kleber Farr, A-level wanted criminal, with a peculiar habit of only killing women over the age of twenty, and he also removes their uterus…"
"He has currently fled the Republic, whereabouts unknown."
The bartender in the computer screen continued to wipe a glass and explained leisurely.
"Republic of Rokario…" Cyr took out a map and circled a rough area.
"I heard the news more than half a month ago. That's plenty of time for him to have left the Mitene Union. He likely traveled by ship or airship…"
"So, he's probably on Yorbian now…" Cyr stroked his chin as he analyzed.
Of course, it was also possible that he was still lingering around the Balsa Islands.
The first crime he committed was reportedly in the Republic of the Mitene Union, followed by the Gorteau Republic, then the Hass Republic, and finally the Republic of Rokario.
Due to strict border control in the NGL Republic (no weapons or synthetic fabric clothing allowed), every part of the body is thoroughly checked, so he had never entered there.
After that, the nearest place to the Republic of Rokario was the Balsa Islands.
The continent where the Heavens Arena is located is far from Yorbian, a distance that would take ten to fifteen days by regular airship.
Such a hassle.
He began looking through a pile of bounties to see if there were any criminals closer by.
He picked out two criminals whose most recent crimes were committed the shortest time ago and whose locations were the closest.
"Perfect, these two will do."
They were on the same continent, so finding them should be quicker. He decided to leave the criminals from other continents for now.
If someone else claimed the bounty first…
Damn it.
"Once I find these criminals, I'll make sure to smash their heads in." The white-haired youth's brows furrowed, his expression filled with viciousness. He clenched his fist tightly, his tone menacing.
Maro lowered his brows and breathed lightly, not daring to say another word.
"Let's go, let's find this guy first." Cyr calmed himself and put a cold, lazy expression back on his face. He pointed at a face on the computer screen, closed the laptop, and left the room.
"Let's just consider this a stroll, like a little sightseeing."
Ever since coming into the Hunter world, has he been losing his patience more and more?
This is not a good change. It needs to be corrected.
Maro stared at the computer screen, imprinting that face deeply into his mind.
Those who made the master unhappy…
Should all disappear!
He lowered his emerald green eyes, concealing all the obscurity and darkness within them. When he lifted his gaze again, he appeared as weak and easy to bully as ever.
"Larry Baya, male, 29 years old, left-handed, with distinctive features: uneven legs and a black birthmark at the corner of his left eye."
"Quite the obvious features this guy has." Cyr couldn't help but remark.
A left-handed person, with uneven legs, and a birthmark... this guy really stood out.
"The information says his last crime was a week ago, in the Republic. The police tracked him all the way, but just as they were about to catch him, two days ago, he vanished again. If nothing unexpected has happened, he should still be somewhere on this continent."
"The bounty is only fifty million, but I suppose I'll reluctantly accept it." Cyr said, standing in the elevator, ignoring the elevator attendant in the corner and muttering his analysis to himself.
The elevator attendant's expression gradually shifted from blank to numb.
"Sir, the elevator has arrived." Her voice was as calm and lifeless as still water, offering the reminder with no change in tone.
Cyr and Marro exited the elevator.
The first floor of the Heavens Arena was always crowded, filled with a variety of new faces.
Suddenly, Cyr's steps faltered for a moment, and his gaze fell upon a figure in the crowd.
The person didn't have a black birthmark on their left eye, and they were holding a bag with their right hand.
There was no leakage of energy, and their life force seemed slightly stronger than an ordinary person's—likely someone with Nen.
The legs looked even, but—
'The left shoe is padded, isn't it?' Cyr thought. The left shoe appeared lighter than the right one. If you looked closely, you'd notice that the Achilles tendon of the left foot was actually exposed beneath the pants, with only the heel in the shoe.
But the right foot didn't have the same issue.
So, a case of uneven legs?
"Could it be? Am I about to get lucky just as I'm about to leave?" Cyr thought, the corners of his mouth curling into an ever-widening smile. His figure disappeared from the spot.
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