Chapter 67 Two Powerful Fighters (1/2)

She had not expected that the bounty for her head had shot up all the way to be the third highest. Tsk tsk, what a surprise!

She was still absorbed in her own thoughts when voices of people talking reached her ears.

”How did that girl in that portrait shoot up into the top three? The bounty has actually reached five hundred thousand! ?”

”You just came back and you must not have been aware. No bounty hunter dares take up that mission now.”

”Why is that?”

”Because none of the mercenaries that have taken up that mission had come back alive. In just about two shorts weeks, quite a number of the guys had succ.u.mbed to that girl in the portrait.”

As the two men conversed, they looked at the flamboyant man dressed in all red and they became curious where one of the men asked: ”Is Sire looking to put out a bounty?” Afterall, only the black market mercenaries are able to accept the missions put out on the board.

Feng Jiu turned her eyes back to look at the two men and shook her head with a smile, seeing from out of the corner of her eyes the middle aged man was already walking towards the exit and she walked off to follow behind him.

After she left, the two black market mercenaries looked at each other and said in a low voice: ”That man looked like it was his first time here. There was an enchanting air all around him, wonder what kind of a person he is?”

”We don't have to bother who he is. Come, I'll buy you a drink.” The other man slapped his companion on the back, and put his arm around his friend as they walked away.

Walking back towards the inn, the middle aged man suddenly stopped in his tracks, and he turned to look behind his back, his brows knitting up close together. He sped up and walked into an alley before he stopped once again and shouted out.

”Who is it? Show yourself!”

A figure in red stepped out, his steps filled with grace. He was dressed in a full suit of bright brilliant red, his black hair held together by a red silk ribbon. But what was slightly different was that the face was hidden behind a golden mask, decorated with mandala blooms, the flowers of h.e.l.l.

Staring at the person slowly walking out, the middle aged man's eyes narrowed, an initial guess surfacing in his head, but he quickly rejected it.