Noon time.
It is not a distant point in time.
Just a short wait.
They are all Bounty Hunters, possessing great patience.
As long as there's money involved, what justice, what evil, all are nonsense.
Fang Yu touched his nose bridge, nudged Fu Sinin, and whispered, "That old guy mentioned that Iron Fist King could be from the Eighth Heavenly Layers, why don't you slip away?"
"..."
Fu Sinin rolled her eyes, "Why should I slip away? It's hard for two fists to contend with four hands. With so many Martial Artists present, we can win. Besides, do you think Eighth Layer can be claimed so easily?"
"Alright, big sister, I think you're not bad... Why won't you listen to advice?" Fang Yu said helplessly.
"Are you trying to hog it all for yourself?"
"Tch. Big sister, do I appear that petty in your eyes?"
"Can't be bothered with you."
The two conversed quietly.
On the square, Martial Artists were each waiting.
Many formed groups and chatted.