Astral Apostle

Meanwhile, Weber patted the dust off his chest as he solemnly added.

"We risked our lives for our rights. Instead of fighting the mutant beasts to protect the town, you sit here and show off your "privileges." And you still think you have the moral high ground?"

"You keep bring up that 'I've made a contribution, so I'm superior' card again! Stealing is stealing. Don't try to find an excuse for it!"

Maggi glared at the two of them and cursed loudly.

Then, he pointed at Zhou Jing's nose and said angrily.

"Come, come, come. I'm part of the Lord's guard. If you have the ability, cut me down. Let me see if your blade is that sharp!"

"Correction, that potion you reserved isn't something you should be able to reserve. Strictly speaking, it's not yours."

As Zhou Jing spoke, he exerted a little force on his wrist, causing the blade to press against Maggi's neck and draw a line of blood.

"And… aggravating someone who can threaten your life is not a wise choice."

Maggi felt the sting on his neck, and his face twitched as if he wanted to be stubborn till the end.

But in the end, he judged the situation to not be in his favor. He raised his hands and stepped back.

Leaving the range of the blade, Maggi wiped his hand across his neck and felt the wet blood.

He suddenly looked up at Zhou Jing and said hoarsely, "Good, you're really good!"

With that, he turned around and left.

Zhou Jing resisted the urge to go up and lop off his hand, instead sheathing his saber and only clicking his tongue. He looked at the person in charge. "You can give me the potion now."

"Sigh, alright…"

The manager could only sigh and move to the warehouse to collect the potion.

Only then did Zhou Jing look at Weber and nod, "Thank you."

Webber shook his head. "It was just a small matter. I came to look at the workshop's equipment and happened to bump into you. Naturally, I'll stand on your side… Besides, I hate that group of Lord's guards."

Zhou Jing nodded. This was not a surprise to him.

It was not the first time the Mutant Beast Hunters had looked down on the Lord's guards. The conflict had been accumulating for a long time.

Facing ordinary people, the Mutant Beast Hunters treated them the same normally.

However, the hunters were domineering towards the Lord's guards.

To guards that didn't dare to fight the mutant beasts, they still expected hunters—who risked their own lives—to give them preferential treatment.

The hunters could understand the guard's choice, but they hoped that they would have some self-awareness. If they caught sight of the hunters themselves, they should get out of their sight lest they dirty the hunter's eyes. Even better, not shamelessly taking their rights.

Zhou Jing did not have a good attitude towards the Lord's guards. If the mutant blood potion he liked was reserved by a hunter, he would give him face and wait for other suitable mutant blood potions in the future.

However, since the other party was a lord's guard, he could not be bothered to give in at all. He did not feel any psychological pressure at all… He just wanted it. There was no need to pretend.

Weber suddenly asked, "By the way, will you be free recently?"

"Why? Do you want to hunt together?"

"Yes, there's a fatal-risk mutant beast lurking at the edge of White Plains Town. I plan to organize a hunting team to deal with it, lest it threatens the surroundings of White Plains Town. Do you want to come?"

"I'll think about it. If I'm free, I'll be there."

Zhou Jing didn't agree immediately. He wasn't sure if he would be able to project himself down during that time.

They chatted for a while before the workshop manager finally returned and handed the Howling Wind Tiger potion to Zhou Jing.

Zhou Jing put away the potion, waved goodbye to Weber, and headed to the Hunter Tavern.

The workshop manager watched Zhou Jing leave before shaking his head and spoke hesitatingly.

"Maggi is the captain of the guards. Is it okay to offend him?"

"What could possibly go wrong?" Weber turned to look at him and said calmly, "Which is more important, a hunter who hunts mutant beasts for the masses or a bunch of useless guards?"

...

On the other side, in a dungeon under the leader's house.

The torches crackled and burned, and the light was dim.

Lutt looked at the goateed man and Gamma kneeling in front of him, his face cold.

He rubbed the ring and said coldly, "I've said before that the Hunter Potions are our bottom line, but you don't seem to take it seriously. You still dared to do this deal behind my back… Why? You can't get enough?"

The goateed man hurriedly crouched on the ground, trembling.

Beside him, Gamma didn't care. He knelt down and moved towards Lutt, begging in a trembling voice.

"My Lord, I don't know anything about their business at all. I'm just reselling potions. I'll sell them if they pay. I don't know anything about what they're doing in private. My crime isn't that serious. Can you let…"

Swoosh!

A blade flashed.

Gamma's face froze as she stared at the jeweled dagger in Lutt's hand. It was now pressed against his neck, drawing blood.

"Don't, don't kill…"

"Shut up."

Lutt kicked Gamma to the wall, then took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped the blood off his jeweled dagger. He looked at Goatee, who was lying on the ground, not daring to move.

"Now tell me the information you told that hunter again. With this pharmacist as a witness, tell me everything."

The goateed man said in a trembling voice, "Cousin, no one knows about our relationship. I definitely didn't betray you!"

Gamma was stunned by this sentence.

Lutt narrowed his eyes and sneered to himself when he heard his words.