Chapter 338 Ambush! (1/2)

Flamy let out a timely belch. A couple of fish bones dropped out of its mouth as it did so.

”You might not believe this, but I dozed off, and when I woke up, the fish was already in my belly,” Flamy said innocently.

”Eat slowly. Be careful not to choke.” Gao Peng reeled in his line and put away his rod.

Flamy tapped its own head quizzically. What's wrong with Gao Peng? Why is he being so nice?

It nibbled on the fish while keeping a close eye on Gao Peng. At the first sign of anger, it would hightail it out of there.

Gao Peng didn't have time for these games. He slowly put his fishing rod on the rack.

The guard poked his head in to holler at Gao Peng. ”Master Gao, that man is willing to pay 2,000 credits to challenge you!” He had actually agreed to it!

Gao Peng was intrigued. Honestly, it wasn't a small sum of money.

A Commander-tier creature's core crystal was worth only a few hundred credits. With the kind of money the challenger was bringing in, he'd be better off buying a couple of Commander-tier core crystals.

Each Commander-tier creature could only produce a single core crystal.

This wasn't a game. Monster hunting was a treacherous livelihood, especially when it came to Commander-tier creatures. Even if one was leading the hunt with one's own Commander-tier familiar, it wasn't easy.

Two thousand credit points might not have sounded like much, but it was at least 20,000 Alliance dollars.

Who was Gao Peng to say no to free money?

Gao Peng turned towards Flamy. Sensing trouble, Flamy immediately spread his wings and rocketed into the air.

”Get down here.” Gao Peng gestured at him. ”We have a fight. There's a delicious bluefin tuna in it for you if you win.”

Blue. Fin. Tuna!

Flamy's eyes sparkled in anticipation.

That was the most delicious thing it had ever eaten in its entire life. The plump, juicy flesh was melt-in-your-mouth tender and so fresh it had practically been able to taste the sea in its mouth.

Its mouth started watering involuntarily...

A huge, modified truck was parked outside the gates, towing what appeared to be a large, mobile caravan. A couple of people were milling about, chatting and laughing easily. They were grouped around a red-haired girl who appeared to be their leader from her demeanor.

She had a smooth, chiseled jawline and creamy, alabaster skin. Long, wavy hair the color of fire fell to the small of her back. Even as she was laughing, there was a coldness that never quite reached her feline eyes. Her tight denim jeans accentuated the generous curve of her hips and her long, slim legs. She had a glass of wine in hand as she leaned lazily against the truck.

”Miss, why are we spending so much to challenge this loser?” A bald, tattooed man spoke up. ”Why should I be the one challenging him when we're so much older than him?”

”Can you beat him then?” She shot him a quick glance.

The bald man stood rooted to the spot. ”Why do we have to compete this way?”

”How else? Are you going to see who has more money? You and the young master of the Southern Sky Group?” The red-haired girl smiled teasingly, finishing her red wine in a single swig.