Outside, a soldier carrying several bags of trash walked up to the top balcony of the RV, approached the railing, and looked at the strong figures present there.
As he appeared, countless strong figures below instantly turned their gaze to the bags in his hands, then exchanged looks with their comrades, these actions all made by members of the Bounty Hunters' Guild.
"It's about to start."
Two of the Bounty Hunters' Guild quietly said, and the eyes of other hunters around them also slowly changed.
"Old Horse, you said if we don't have those exoskeleton suits on us like those bastards, encountering a Level 5 New Human would mean instant death, right? Just stick with me later. It's totally unfair. We've known each other for so many years, and I really don't want you to die."
"It won't happen." Old Horse shook his head in response to his friend's babbling, his eyes occasionally showing a hint of guilt.
