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It seemed that light might not work after all. After finishing their meal, they decided to leave.
They still needed to go to Wanderer's Home to check on the current missions and address the hunters who had yet to be assigned.
Additionally, they aimed to gather suitable individuals into their team.
However, the current situation was indeed grim; the number of available candidates had dwindled significantly.
After processing Xiong Tai's team entry, they found no other suitable candidates.
After a few hours had passed, they walked back to the administrative floor, only to find a crowd gathered at the entrance.
At this time of day, it was unusual for so many people to be milling about, especially since it was past peak hours and mealtime.
As they approached, they realized the situation was not as it seemed; many were not there for entertainment.
Instead, several individuals who appeared to be patrons were assaulting a well-dressed waiter with punches and kicks.
"Today is truly unlucky; I just had to run into you, Death Star! Take this!" one of them shouted.
Despite the large crowd, not everyone was willing to intervene; clearly, most were just there to watch the spectacle.
The well-dressed waiter crouched in a corner, enduring the relentless blows while keeping his head down, lost in deep thought.
The crowd showed no signs of dispersing.
Freyr and Xiong Tai moved closer to observe, and Xiong Tai's face turned pale as he sighed heavily. "This guy is getting bullied again. It seems he just won't fight back. I've seen him endure this inhumane treatment so many times; he's really just torturing himself."
"How long has this been going on?" Freyr asked incredulously.
"It's been about two years, I guess," Xiong Tai said, shaking his head, appearing uncertain.
"Why are you so unsure?" Freyr asked, looking at Xiong Tai with suspicion. "He will definitely have to join us on missions in the future. Now is the time to help him out; brothers should bear more responsibility, right?"
"Who knows? I was supposed to be on a mission at that time too. I can't protect him all the time. Besides, I've heard he often gets bullied. It's normal to face some bullying in society, but it seems like it's gone too far. Even if the association sends someone, they would definitely side with him."
"But guess what? He actually let them off the hook, and after that, the bullying just kept increasing. Don't ask me how it happened because he won't tell you why. Honestly, I find it puzzling. He should have learned to control his Ability by now; those thugs shouldn't be able to overpower him. It seems like he has something weighing on his mind," Xiong Tai said nonchalantly as he hummed.
"Ah~"
Freyr sighed lightly, feeling reluctant to confront someone with such a troubled fate being bullied, especially when it's people from his own side doing the bullying.
The crowd continued to beat him up, showing no signs of dispersing, indicating that there was more drama to come.
Sure enough, it seemed the fight was far from over.
The Middle-Aged Man with a Fat Face took off his pants and laughed, "You coward! Your brother was killed by you; how pathetic! They probably died because they were useless. Hmph, the three useless brothers—let's just call you that from now on. What kind of Bellwulf Family? That glorious title doesn't suit you at all. You, Death Star, killed your own family and still want me to share your misfortune? Dream on! I’m destined for good fortune; how could I fall under your bad luck? Hmph, take this!"
Wu Hua's body trembled slightly as he looked up, his eyes reddening. "What did you just say? I can take it; just don't talk about my brother or my family!"
"Oh~ You're serious now, but it won't help; you're still going to get beaten!" The Middle-Aged Man with a Fat Face raised his head and commanded those around him, shouting, "Hold him down so I can wash away his bad luck!"
But who would have thought that another young man, thin as a monkey, would reach out an arm and easily swat him away.
"What do you think you're doing? What do you really want?" the Thin Monkey shouted angrily.
"Hmph, coward! Don't think you're brave just because of this. Your useless brother is still a waste like you. If they were alive, I'd beat them all together!" The middle-aged man responded dismissively to Wu Hua.
More people seemed to have appeared around, some of whom looked incredibly lean as they rushed forward together.
Wu Hua surprisingly didn’t even glance back and instantly withdrew from the encirclement of the crowd.
Having just become a hunter not long ago, the newly promoted hunters were still unable to utilize their abilities, and the gap between both sides became evident once again.
An ominous dark red aura constantly enveloped Wu Hua, giving him an air of menace.
Despite his growing anger, he still showed some restraint against their encirclement.
However, as several confronted one person, the scene became quite awkward, with reasonable dodges and evasions taking place.
Gradually, everyone began to sense something unusual; the stark difference in reality was apparent, and perhaps everyone had misjudged the situation.
Wu Hua confronted them once more with a combined attack, transforming his hands into arrows as he shot out solidified, multicolored arrows.
They brushed past sleeves and sent people flying far away, firmly embedding themselves into the wall behind—impossible to pull out no matter how hard one tried.
Then came another volley of multicolored arrows.
The henchmen of the burly middle-aged man were shot away one by one; these arrows were merely manifestations of his ability, possessing strong penetrating power.
Among the techniques he had mastered, this was still one of his least impressive skills.
Clearly, even when dealing with such ruffians, he would still leave them a way out.
He did not pursue a complete extermination.
The middle-aged man with a fat face was suddenly taken aback, stepping back slightly while holding a wooden stick in his hand.
He stared in shock at the sight of his subordinates being taken down one by one, retreating further.
Suddenly, he spoke up, "What do you want to do? I’ll tell you, I’m also a hunter. Don’t you know the rules among hunters? We should coexist peacefully! What you’re doing to me gives me the right to report you—do you understand?"
"You're completely wrong; just don’t touch my family!" Wu Hua said, his anger boiling over.
A colorful arrow materialized between his hands, slicing the wooden stick in half.
Three or four more colorful arrows shot out, striking the collar of the man's shirt near his neck.
The middle-aged man was lifted three meters into the air by a feather, hanging precariously between the fourth and third floors of the building.
Even if someone tried to open a window to grab him, they would have to go through great difficulty and attempt many times before they could catch hold of him.
While the height wouldn’t necessarily kill someone, it was certainly enough to injure an adult if they fell.
This also provided him with a chance to reflect on his actions.
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