At dusk three days later, in a remote town outside the Arctic Ocean.

The town seems dilapidated, with simple houses, and the buildings are all made of mud as walls. The roof is made of clay and weeds. The flat roof is only one floor high, but it lives more than a thousand households. Because it is adjacent to the ice field, it has become a concentration for countless adventurers to rest and re-issue. Many adventurers come here to correct it. They only enter the ice field to hunt the next day. The ice field Shanghai leopards, sea lions and other animals are extremely precious.

In the center of the town are rows of restaurants and bars, and some gorgeously dressed people are shouting business at the door, making a prosperous scene. This town is thousands of kilometers away from other towns, and it can be said to be desolate thousands of miles away. Originally, there were only a few fishermen who made a living by fishing. With the continuous influx of adventurers, they gradually developed to their current scale, which is rare.

The restaurants and bars were filled with guests, drinking and chatting wildly, talking about some ambiguous topics, which caused laughter from time to time. Because of the cold weather, the people here were dressed bloated, wearing windproof hats, and guns, but no one was in a panic, as if this was supposed to be, and even the waiters were used to it.

Because the town is a resting place for all adventurers, disputes will inevitably arise when snatching prey. These disputes will definitely accumulate quite a bit, so there is a rule that will not be made. No one is allowed to cause trouble here, otherwise it will be the public enemy of everyone. After all, it is not good for everyone to destroy this town. No matter how big the hatred is left on the ice field to resolve. If anyone is disliked, they have to endure it.

The noisy shouts and curses were heard far away, but the order was in order and no one caused trouble. Even if they were drunk, they would be helped by their companions, for fear that they would be targeted by the maintenance team formed by businesses would be worth the loss. There were many sled cars on the street, and there were many big dogs pulling cars lying beside the sled cars, staring at the surroundings with bad eyes, as if someone was raising the sled cars.

Suddenly, many big dogs stood up, making low whimpers, and their cold eyes locked on a person who was slowly walking in front of him. The man was wearing fur, with a pair of glasses on his towering nose bridge, and a thick windbreaker. The big windbreaker was straight, and he looked like a high-end product, with a businessman's shrewdness and elegance all over his body.

People who looked very gentle were out of touch with the vulgar men around them. The big dogs bared their teeth and roared, their whole bodies were tense, and their bodies were slightly squatting, as if they were about to attack. However, after entering some, the visitor glared at the big dogs, and an invisible murderous aura burst out, covering the big dogs as if they were actually.

A businessman who looks very elegant actually has such a strong murderous aura? Can it scare these fierce big dogs? How sharp is this murderous aura? How many lives are needed to be cultivated? The big dogs are extremely sensitive to danger. They took a few steps back in fear, lying on the ground and whimpering in a low voice, even lying on the ground and not daring to raise their heads, their eyes revealing fear of the people.

The murderous aura on the person who came flashed and stopped looking at the big dogs, but continued walking forward. When passing by the big dogs, all the big dogs dared not speak up, and shook their tails and looked flattering. Until the person who came over, all the big dogs turned around and looked at the back of the person who left, and started to whimper, whimpering in a low voice, letting Buddha communicate something, but no dog dared to bare his teeth and growl again.

All this happened so quickly that no one noticed this scene around him. The visitor walked to the door of the largest bar in the town, looked up at the door sign, and someone came out to greet him, so he followed the other party and stepped in. The bar hall was filled with adventurers from all over the world, drinking and chatting in groups of three or five. When they saw the visitor, they were stunned for a moment and stopped talking.

Everyone who dares to come here to take risks is a bold master. He has many people's blood on his hands and snatches the prey. Many of them are cruel and ruthless, but without exception, they are all vulgar and similar to bandits. People who dress like people are rare, but as soon as they appear, they will become the targets of many people. Nothing else, every time they appear, they are the bosses who buy prey or place orders.

Everyone in the bar said that the people came to take the orders here as the bosses who came here to place orders. They would not come here in person for ordinary orders, so they could just find an acquaintance to leave. Only when they were big orders and were urgent were they to come to the town in person. These have become well-known unwritten experiences.

The waiter skillfully arranged the visitor to sit down, but the visitor went straight to a small table by the window, skillfully asked for a glass of beer, looking like a regular customer, which made the adventurers around him stunned and put away their contempt. In the past, extraordinary laymen came here to buy prey in person, but were all killed as suckers. The adventurers did not act rashly, but whispered to communicate something.

The visitor turned a blind eye to the adventurers around him and tasted the beer brought by the waiter. Seeing that the waiter had not left, he skillfully took out a banknote and handed it as a tip. When the waiter saw that the denomination was not small, he could afford his monthly salary. He knew that he had met the big boss and smiled enthusiastically: "Boss, I am a descendant of a local. I have been here since I was born. No one is more familiar with this town than me. What can I do for you?"

"Oh, boss, you are an independent and wise person at first sight. Why do you need a waiter to serve?" A woman dressed in charmingly came up and said with a smile. The foundation on her smiling face was shaking, and her red lips looked like a rose, with black circles, blue eyes, wearing a thick cotton jacket, but a pair of white gloves.

The visitor looked up and down at the woman, picked up the beer quietly and continued to drink it. The woman was not discouraged. She should have let the Buddha do this. She sat down on the opposite side with a smile, took out a piece of cash and handed it to the waiter. The waiter took the money tactfully and quickly retreated. The woman then looked at the visitor and said with a smile: "Boss, don't say secret words in front of the wise man. I am the deputy captain of the 'God-defying' hunting team. You can call me a blood rose. I like roses, especially roses covered in blood, charming, cold and arrogant. What do you think?"

"I haven't heard of it." The visitor said lightly without giving him any face.

"Oh, the boss has a personality. Our 'God-defying' hunting team has a team of hundreds of people. This time, all of them are here. It can be said that there are many hunting teams in this town, and there are many larger than ours, but we are probably the only ones who come to the town. Moreover, all of our team members are from military backgrounds. How about it? Is there a possibility of cooperation?" The man named Blood Rose said with a smile, not minding the arrogance of the people coming.

"You may not do it." The visitor said softly, with a look of disdain.
Chapter completed!