"Hey," one of the hunters sitting in the back seat suddenly reached over and patted the person’s shoulder, "Mr. Li just sent a message that he knows that hunter wearing the long windbreaker... something called Candle Dragon, seems like he’s an elite hunter from Dubhe Tower."

"Dubhe Tower?" At the mention of this name, the other hunters in the car couldn’t help but frown, "Is Dubhe Tower directly involved in this operation too? Then what’s the meaning of them offering high rewards online to purchase intelligence? Could it be a smokescreen?"

"Who knows... but in any case, this doesn’t count as good news." The hunter in the back seat shook his head gravely, "I don’t believe Dubhe Tower would send a hunter of Candle Dragon’s caliber just to gather intelligence... Plus, haven’t you noticed, Dubhe Tower’s reaction is absurdly fast?"

"You’re saying... Dubhe Tower actually received the treasure map information before us? They started making arrangements secretly even before Spring Wind’s boss organized this action? Damn, could it be Spring Wind’s boss sold the intelligence to Dubhe Tower ahead of time?" The initial hunter angrily slapped the steering wheel, "They said intelligence was shared for free, but this operation seems like a setup... Spring Wind and Dubhe Tower might have already joined forces, using us as cannon fodder to test the waters..."

"Hehe, Dubhe Tower’s reputation in inland cities is indeed intimidating, but let’s not forget, we’re currently in a no man’s land." Another sinister-looking hunter in the back seat sneered, "Dubhe Tower? Dubhe Tower means squat!"

"What, are you planning to take action against an elite hunter from Dubhe Tower?" The hunter driving furrowed his brows, "Think about it, measure yourself first..."

"If we leak the information, someone is bound to act first, many hands make light work, you understand?" The sneering hunter touched the knife hanging on his waist, "As long as things are done cleanly, Dubhe Tower can’t find fault—each year, so many hunters mysteriously ’disappear’ in no man’s lands, nobody can guarantee Dubhe Tower’s elite hunters will definitely walk out of the desert alive, right?"

"But the problem is they’re not alone." The hunter driving seemed to be a conservative type, "There’s also that young lad and a little girl, Mr. Ya from Dragon City is quite familiar with them too."

"I just scanned that young lad with equipment, his mimetic strength is only average." said the hunter rebooting the laptop, "Seems his ability can split from his body to create something like tentacles to aid in combat, plus he’s particularly strong, but not something to be feared... No matter how strong, can he be stronger than an African elephant? A single Magnum shot will definitely tame him. As for the little girl, her mimetic strength is negligible... I guess her ability is likely a support type."

"I think so too." The sneering hunter drew out his knife and gently wiped the blade with his thumb; the sharp blade instantly sliced a smooth cut across his fingertip, a drop of crimson blood oozed from the wound.

Yet this hunter seemed immune to pain, smiling broadly as he opened his mouth, extended a forked tongue like a reptile, and gently licked away the oozing blood.

Below the drop of blood, the freshly cut wound was nowhere to be found.

"I reckon the taste of that little girl would be quite nice." he suddenly remarked.

"Didn’t expect, old She, you’re into copper refining?" The hunter sitting next to him chuckled lewdly.

"No, no, my words are literal." The hunter known as old She licked his knife again; the reflection clearly showed traces of blue-purple poison on the blade, but after licking the knife, he inserted it back as if nothing happened, "Haven’t eaten ’meat’ for a long time."

"Tsk, you’re really into heavy flavors." The hunter beside him smacked his lips, "Since you’re going to eat her, then when you start, why not let me..."

Suddenly, with a swish, old She’s poisoned knife stopped at less than a millimeter from that person’s neck, the hunter held his breath, afraid the movement from breathing would cause his throat to touch the blade.

They had all witnessed the potency of old She’s poison, saying it sealed the throat at first blood was not an exaggeration.

"That’s my dish, don’t you touch her." old She coldly stated, "I don’t want anything filthy and stinky from you ruining my perfect meal!"

"Okay, okay, old She, don’t be tense... I was just kidding!" The hunter immediately showed signs of fear, "She, rest assured, as long as I’m here, no one can touch your little lady!"

"If you can’t control your lower half, then go find Ya Qiaoxi." The hunter holding the laptop commented.

"Ya Qiaoxi? Are you sure you want to act against her? If she goes missing, Spring Wind’s goods..." The driver hunter exclaimed.

"Clearly, Ya Qiaoxi has already mingled with those hunters from Dubhe Tower." old She whispered, "If you want to spare her life, then that’s really living dangerously... As for the identity of the deliverer, hehe, if she obediently returns to Dragon City after delivering the goods, naturally it’s none of her business, but since she’s followed us here... now she’s basically back to her old trade, no longer considered a deliverer. Spring Wind’s disclaimer statement that ’risks are borne’ is not just a pretty phrase."