A large group of Hunters noisily rushed out of the Hunter's Guild, arm in arm, heading towards the bar closest to the Guild. As soon as they walked in, they shouted, "Where are those bastards from Scarlet One? Get the hell out here!"
The bartender, yawning as he cleaned the counter, looked up and saw a group of brawny Hunters storming into the bar. He sighed helplessly, tossed the rag onto the counter, leaned on the bar with both hands, and asked, "What are you guys up to this time?"
As the entertainment venue closest to the Hunter's Guild, this bar, from the boss to the waitstaff, had long gotten used to the Hunters' antics.
Plenty of Hunters came to play at the bar, and whenever their numbers swelled, trouble was bound to follow.
"It has—has nothing to do with you. We're looking for those bastards from Scarlet One!"
