Chapter 168: Chapter 167: That Guy is Back Again! (Please Subscribe)
"President, what did you just say?"
The burly man who had asked the question earlier looked at Sun Wei in shock,
"A Dark Power Martial Artist, seventeen years old?"
Not just him, Fan Sui, Tu Yue, and the others all had expressions of disbelief.
The people present were generally over thirty years old.
Some were even over forty.
They just looked young because their physical fitness far exceeded that of ordinary people.
Sun Wei glanced at the people present, smiled, and said, "You didn’t hear wrong. A Dark Power Martial Artist, seventeen years old."
"Hiss..."
In an instant, the sound of gasping filled the hall.
They looked at each other,
They knew the president’s character very well. He wouldn’t talk nonsense or say unrealistic things.
However, this news was really hard to believe.
Never mind a seventeen-year-old Dark Power Martial Artist. Even a twenty-seven-year-old one already seemed terrifyingly talented in their eyes.
"I know you don’t believe me, but I have personally verified that person’s strength. He is indeed a Dark Power Martial Artist."
Sun Wei smiled even more, "Speaking of which, I was also shocked at the time because he was really too young. If you still don’t believe me, you can ask those two."
As he spoke, he pointed to two youthful and beautiful girls behind the counter.
They looked over,
"Yes, yes."
One short-haired girl, holding her face, her eyes filled with stars, said, "The president is right. That person is really young, very handsome, very polite, with a nice voice and a great smile."
"..."
Xu Jie and the others had black lines on their faces and couldn’t help but look at the other long-haired girl.
The latter’s face flushed slightly and said, "That person is quite young, two or three years younger than us."
"..."
Now, they couldn’t say anything anymore.
The president had verified the strength, and Xiaogao and the others had seen the person.
There was no reason for these three to deceive them.
So, is it true that he’s a seventeen-year-old Dark Power Martial Artist?
If it were true, could the branch office recruit such a genius?
"By the way," the long-haired girl suddenly thought of something and said hurriedly, "That person seems to be a Martial Artist who uses a bow."
"A Martial Artist who uses a bow?"
"A bow?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the few people looked as though they had discovered a new continent.
Martial Artists who use knives and swords are common, but those who use bows are rare.
"President?" Xu Jie asked curiously, "Is this newcomer really a bow user?"
"Yes,"
Sun Wei nodded, "Indeed, he uses a bow, and for his newcomer reward, he also chose a bow and arrow."
"This..." they looked at each other.
Isn’t this newcomer a bit silly?
Could a bow and arrow’s power and range compare to that of a machine gun?
Sun Wei coughed; he hadn’t mentioned that Chen Fan had refused the 40mm machine gun.
"Alright, I already informed him over the phone to come over. It won’t be long before you all can meet him, and then you can directly ask him any questions,
also, since everyone will be part of the same branch office going forward, we need to work together, and help each other out. Although Brother Chen is very talented, he is still young. When we go into the depths of the wilderness to hunt for high-level fierce beasts, all of you will need to take good care of him."
They exchanged glances; the rest was fine.
Only this method of using a bow and arrow for combat seemed a bit... questionable? They seriously doubted that when hunting, this newcomer would even have the chance to make a move.
Tu Yue was the first to support, smiling, "President, don’t worry, it’s rare for our team to have a new member joining. We’ll definitely take good care of him. Besides, according to Xiaoli, this newcomer is quite a handsome guy?"
"Tu Yue, you don’t mean to act like an old cow eating young grass, do you?" a voice quipped.
"Get lost." Tu Yue threw a pillow over, her eyebrows raised, "A dog’s mouth can’t spit out ivory!"
"Hehehe."
That person caught the pillow, laughing even more happily.
"Alright, Mu Zhiwei, stop interrupting. I think the president is right."
The middle-aged man who had mediated earlier nodded, "If this little brother is truly a seventeen-year-old Dark Power Martial Artist, his potential is far beyond ours. Entering the main office in the future is practically certain. We must pay attention. As for why he chose the bow, he must have his reasons. It’s his choice, we shouldn’t interfere."
"That’s true."
Someone nodded in agreement.
"Taking care of him? No problem."
Xu Jie rubbed his hands together, his face filled with anticipation, "I really hope to meet him soon and have a spar. Let’s see if he’s as incredible as the president says."
"You’ll need to go easy on him then."
Sun Wei found it both funny and exasperating.
"Don’t worry, President, I know what I’m doing." Xu Jie waved his hand.
Meanwhile, Fan Sui’s face still showed some reluctance.
So what if he’s a seventeen-year-old Dark Power Martial Artist? He’s still a newcomer, using cold weapons...
When fighting high-level fierce beasts, they themselves were treading on thin ice. One misstep and they could lose their lives, let alone having to take care of a newcomer.
Such a bother.
...
An hour later, near the two camps in Anshan City, there was another commotion.
A masked man, holding a bow in his left hand and dragging a small mountain of prey with his right, walked slowly towards them.
"It’s him again!"
The crowd broke into a buzz.
"If I remember correctly, this same time yesterday, he came with so many Mid-level Fierce Beasts, didn’t he?"
"Yes, and today he brought even more prey, at least twice as much as yesterday!"
"My goodness, so many Mid-level Fierce Beasts, they could sell for hundreds of thousands, right?"
"Quite easily over several hundred thousand."
"He’s really amazing."
Jealousy nearly overflowed from the eyes of the crowd.
For most of them, even hunting one Low-level Fierce Beast was a difficult task. Encountering a Mid-level Fierce Beast meant certain death.
Yet this person in front of them hunted Mid-level Fierce Beasts as easily as picking something out of his pocket.
Comparing oneself to others was truly infuriating.
The figure in the crowd was, of course, Chen Fan.
Having come this far, he decided to hunt thirty or forty Mid-level Fierce Beasts while he was at it. The money was secondary; the main goal was experience points.
His intuition told him that once he reached the Meridian Refining Realm, the cultivation technique would require far more experience points, so he couldn’t miss any opportunity to accumulate them.
Just like this time, the experience points had skyrocketed to 3000.
However, doing this would undoubtedly attract more attention from the merchant organization.
But so what?
He glanced towards the camp on the right and quickly spotted Lin Hui, nodding at him.
Lin Hui was still in shock.
He had expected Chen Fan to come today but hadn’t thought he’d be as unique and unconventional as yesterday.
Seeing Chen Fan look his way, he quickly led people to meet him.
"Brother Lin..."
Chen Fan had just greeted.
Lin Hui waved his hand, lowered his voice, and said, "There are many eyes here. Let’s talk inside the camp."
Several people surrounded Chen Fan as they moved forward.
Seeing the amount of prey, which was double that of last time, Lin Hui didn’t know what to say.
For years, among all the Entry Force Martial Artists in Anshan City, he was the only one who could achieve this.
Besides those few Awakeners in the city, no one else could create such a scene.
Once inside the camp, Lin Hui quickly tallied the results and walked over, "Brother Chen, it totals 725,688 yuan, which I’ll convert into contribution points and credit to your branch office account."
"Thanks, Brother Lin."
Chen Fan smiled.
"What’s the trouble with that?"
Lin Hui smiled, "In fact, we should be thanking you. Your prey almost matches what our branch office normally gets in a month."
"Yes, yes, Brother Chen, you are truly impressive."
"I’ve never seen anyone as fierce as you."
Others also gave their thumbs up.
After all, the more prey, the more work and income for them.
Chen Fan smiled, "Brother Lin, then I’ll leave it at that. The president has something to discuss with me, so I’ll head to the association first."
"Go on, go on."
Lin Hui urged him.
Upon exiting the camp, though he no longer had prey with him, Chen Fan was easily recognized.
Without looking around, he took out his membership card and smoothly entered the city, soon arriving at the branch office entrance.
As soon as he entered, a woman approached him, nervously looking at the mask on his face, and asked, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Chen?"
Chen Fan nodded.
"Great," the woman smiled, "The president told me to wait here for you and to bring you to him as soon as you arrived."
"Thank you."
Chen Fan said.
"No, no trouble at all." The woman seemed flattered.
Taking the elevator to the second floor, the woman led Chen Fan to the president’s office, knocked on the door,
"Come in."
Sun Wei’s voice came from inside.
When the door opened and he saw Chen Fan, Sun Wei immediately stood up from his chair, his face lit up with a smile. First, he nodded to the woman, then quickly walked over, "Brother Chen, you’re here at last. How was the journey, no trouble?"
"No trouble."
Chen Fan smiled embarrassedly, "I shot some fierce beasts on the way, so I was delayed a bit. Sorry to keep you waiting."
"Shot some fierce beasts?"
Sun Wei was stunned, then his smile grew even wider, giving Chen Fan a thumbs up, "Well done. The more fierce beasts we kill, the fewer humans die. Actually, to be honest, fierce beasts are not our only enemy."
"Huh?"
Chen Fan’s face showed surprise, "Not just fierce beasts? President, do we have other enemies within Yan Country?"
"Yes,"
Sun Wei nodded, and after a moment of silence, he patted Chen Fan’s shoulder, "You’ll know once you reach the Meridian Refining Realm. For now, it’s too early for this.";
By the way, the bow and arrow sent by the headquarters have arrived. Let’s go; I’ll show you and introduce you to the other Entry Force Martial Artists in our branch office. They are all eager to meet you."
"I see."
Chen Fan responded.
But inwardly, he felt uneasy.
So, within Yan Country, apart from fierce beasts, there’s a third faction?
Why had Uncle Zhang never mentioned it, and why had no one in the camp ever spoken about it?