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Gourmet Hunter - Chapter 461
🕑 Added 2024-06-28 03:57:54 +0000 UTCChapter 461: Into the Night
The Ohara Museum suffered severe damage in three main areas: the front entrance, the banquet area, and the vicinity of the Ancient Tree Museum.
Fortunately, the two equally costly palace-like buildings were not affected. They were considered the last line of defense for the night.
After the guests, including Clover, evacuated the banquet, they hid in the palace and safely weathered the crisis.
After the defeat of the Luo Ling troupe, they hurriedly collected three treasures and rushed to the museum. In their haste, they neglected to put on the human skin masks again and eventually decided to show their true faces.
Afterwards, the Ohara Museum began to clean up the aftermath. Luo and Salin, like the other guests, were temporarily arranged to stay in the rooms of the palace.
Luo stood by the window and put away his phone.
He had called Machi, but the call was hung up before it connected.
"Angry?"
Luo whispered, looking out the window at the flashing police lights in the distance. He felt he had done nothing wrong.
Knock, knock.
There was a knock at the door, and Luo knew who it was. "Come in," he said.
The door opened, and Salin walked in with a tray. "Clover had supper prepared," she said.
"Just leave it."
Luo had no appetite and replied casually.
Salin placed the tray on the table, then looked at Luo and asked, "What is your relationship with the Phantom Troupe?"
"There are three members of the Phantom Troupe that I get along with very well." Luo raised his hand, pulling the curtains to cover the window.
Salin was silent for a moment before saying, "The number of casualties has been tallied."
Luo turned to Salin and asked, "How many?"
"Including the guests, a total of 1,364 people." Salin's tone was heavy.
Luo fell silent upon hearing this. The number was jarring, especially considering it was the result of just half an hour.
"Clover is very angry. After learning it was the Phantom Troupe, he added a billion to the black market bounty," Salin continued. "I think you should sever ties with the Phantom Troupe. You are not the same kind of people."
"It's not that easy."
Luo smiled helplessly at Salin, who was very serious in her attitude and tone.
"It seems you are really close to those three members," Salin sighed. "Otherwise, with your personality, none of the Phantom Troupe would have escaped tonight."
Luo said nothing, looking at the phone in his palm, then silently put it in his pocket. Suddenly, he materialized the "God's Hand" book, flipped it to the back, and pointed at a number for Salin to see.
The number was: 2463.
"See this?" Luo blinked, as if hinting or joking.
Salin rolled her eyes at him. She knew what the number on the back of the book represented, and also knew what the number 6258 on the front represented.
Ignoring Luo's self-mockery, she said, "You can manage your relationship with the Phantom Troupe however you want. I'm just reminding you that if the Phantom Troupe continues to gain attention, you might get implicated."
"Okay."
Luo put away the book without arguing, as what Salin said was true.
However, Luo didn't take it seriously. With his strength, he wasn't afraid of bounty hunters targeting the Phantom Troupe. After all, even six years later, the Phantom Troupe was mostly unscathed.
This indicated that the bounty hunters targeting the Phantom Troupe weren't very competent, or that the Phantom Troupe was just too strong. In any case, to him, this potential issue wasn't even a trouble.
"How did you get to know the Phantom Troupe?" Salin asked curiously.
Luo hesitated for a moment before replying, "The Phantom Troupe members are from Meteor Street, and so am I."
Birth and identity information of citizens worldwide are recorded in internationally linked databases. If agency personnel wanted to check, they could easily retrieve it, except for those from Meteor Street.
Luo inexplicably came to the world of hunters, with blank identity information. Even if he had not initially arrived at Meteor Street, after learning about this world, he would definitely use Meteor Street as a cover when explaining his origin.
Hearing that Luo was from Meteor Street, Salin was slightly stunned. After leaving the Kendia Desert, she had absorbed information madly and had a partial understanding of Meteor Street, knowing what kind of place it was.
The two fell silent, the room filled with a quiet atmosphere.
"Get some rest early."
After a while, Salin did not continue the topic, just advised and left the room.
Luo lay on the bed, not touching the supper prepared by Clover at all.
At this moment, a black cat suddenly sprang out, pouncing on the table and lifting the cover of the tray, saying, "What's wrong? Missing your little wife?"
Whoosh!
A marble-sized nen bullet shot through the air, hitting the black cat's forehead, but it had no effect.
The black cat twisted its body and taunted, "You missed, you missed!"
Seeing this, Luo flicked his finger, sending another nen bullet, this time not aiming at the black cat but at the supper on the tray.
The nen bullet hit the supper, breaking it into crumbs that scattered to the floor.
"You..." The black cat looked at the food crumbs scattered on the ground and angrily said, "Didn't anyone tell you that wasting food is shameful?"
"Oh?"
Luo suddenly got up from the bed, walked over, used his ability to gather the food crumbs again, kneading them into a ball, and then forcefully stuffed it into the black cat's mouth.
"Thank you for reminding me."
With that, Luo casually tossed the black cat aside.
The black cat crouched on the ground, speechless with indignation.
Luo hadn't been careful with that lump of food, even kneading sand into it.
The black cat looked at Luo lying back on the bed and said, "If you had joined the troupe back then, wouldn't it have been easy? Killing anyone you wanted to kill and taking anything you wanted, wouldn't that be satisfying?"
"Shut up and go back," Luo said coldly.
"Am I wrong? The value of power should be fully utilized like this," the black cat smiled faintly.
"I won't say it again."
Luo looked at the black cat, his aura slowly seeping over.
"Tsk, I'll go back."
The black cat turned into black smoke and darted back to Luo's palm.
With the black cat gone, the room finally quieted down.
Luo rested his hands behind his head, silently staring at the ceiling.
"Ding..."
The phone rang.
Luo casually took out his phone; it was a call from Machi.
He pressed the answer button, and Machi's voice came through, "I know everything about what happened."
"What do you think?" Luo replied.
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, only the sound of the wind could be heard.
"Shalnark investigated your relationship with the Ohara Museum," Machi hinted in a low voice. "So, I don't understand."
Investigated the relationship? The result would of course be a fleeting acquaintance, so she didn't understand?
"Machi, do you know what the number 1,364 represents?"
Luo's eyelids drooped.
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