Bounty Hunters had a certain status in City 32, organizing affairs with remarkable speed.
The streets of the city were deserted.
Only patrolling Bounty Hunters and their subordinates moved through the darkness, nerves taut, afraid of missing any suspicious figures.
Residents hid in their homes, holding their breath, listening to every movement outside.
Even those leaving the city were subject to inspections by the Bounty Hunters.
Not everyone was willing to comply, but the Bounty Hunters were wise enough to know their place.
If someone was stronger than them, they would let them pass quickly; if weaker, they would conduct a thorough search.
A handsome man stopped at a checkpoint.
A Bounty Hunter blocked his way, his expression slightly astonished – it was rare to see a man more charming than a woman.
Tall and well-built, with sleek and powerful lines.
