Tomorrow arrived unhurried, and the operation to capture Lee Jinhyuk began in silence.
The dungeon Chairman Mao selected was a B-Class site nestled in the ruins of an old Buddhist temple on City B's eastern outskirts. Officially dubbed Howling Forest, it earned its name from the canine-type monsters that claimed it: Weremutts, Kobolds, and Bloodhounds roamed the shadowed groves. They were unintelligent, but vicious and relentlessly bloodthirsty.
For B-Class awakeners and below, entering in small groups was reckless, if not outright suicidal. But for A-Class and S-Class elites, it was an ideal testing ground—a wild, dangerous space to sharpen their blades.
And today, the guildmasters—ranging from A- to S-Class—would be using it to "film a commercial" showcasing their cooperation and might.
This blatant setup was one of the reasons Lee Jinhyuk so easily believed the Hunter Association's offer. Everything looked legitimate. Everything looked grand.
