"If you're a professional hunter, then you're allowed in."
The security guard said calmly.
Well, a hunter's license allows entry into 90% of generally prohibited countries and 75% of restricted areas.
Luke knew this, of course.
"No wonder there's a direct route like this..."
Luke understood.
"If it's for professional hunters, then it's understandable."
He watched the group, led by the professional hunter, walk straight in without trouble.
"Perhaps I should also take the hunter exam?"
In this world, a hunter's license is an indispensable item.
His travels were just beginning, so it might be better to get a hunter's license first.
As for Gon and the others taking the hunter exam later... that would be more than a decade away; there's still plenty of time.
"Huff, huff, finally here."
While Luke considered his future plan, heavy breathing sounded behind him.
Looking back, he saw a large, bare-chested, burly man running towards him from a distance.
He had afro hair, a tangled mustache, and was breathing heavily with his mouth wide open.
Looking at him, Luke immediately felt a sense of familiarity and thought he was seeing Uvogin.
But Uvogin didn't yet have the explosive curly hair, and although both were large men, Uvogin's upper body, his chest and arms, was muscular and explosive.
Conversely, the heavy-breathing burly man…
He was massive, but more of that was in his abdomen and lower body.
In short, he was just a bit fatter.
As for chest muscles... There seemed to be more chest hair than muscle.
"No wonder he looked familiar..."
Luke's familiarity grew stronger and stronger, and he recognized the other party immediately.
"Daragas Forest Wildlife Park, I'm finally here."
After catching his breath, the man looked at the gate and the sign in front of him with great joy. Then he threw his head back and bellowed at the sky in a booming voice: "I have been running for three days and three nights, and I've finally arrived here!"
"Great, I caught up with the breeding season of the Two-headed Wolf, now I can go in and protect them!"
He swung his arms vigorously: "Those damn poachers! If I see them, I'll tear their heads off!"
Both his voice and expressions were very much like Uvogin's, just with emotions poured on a little more thickly.
For example, right now…
"Wait a moment!"
The security guard at the gate stopped the burly man who was about to enter the park.
"This is off-limits, didn't you see?!"
"I saw it!"
The burly man puffed out his chest and raised his head. "I'm a professional hunter too!"
"And I'm a Poacher Hunter specializing in preventing rare and valuable wild animals from being poached..."
"Alright, alright, I don't care what you do."
The security guard waved his hand.
"I just want a hunter's license."
"As long as you have a hunter's license, I'll let you in without further ado."
"But if you don't have one..."
The security guard looked at the burly man up and down.
"Then I have reason to suspect you're a poacher masquerading as a professional hunter..."
"You're talking nonsense!"
The strongman flew into a rage when he heard that.
It was as if those words carried some great insult against him, making his face flush red with fury.
Commonly known as: going red hot.
Indeed, for a hunter specializing in hunting poachers, being called a poacher was truly infuriating.
"Don't get so worked up."
The security guard pressed his hands down. "I'm just following the rules."
"After all, many poachers have sneaked in here disguised as professional hunters before."
"If you're a genuine hunter..."
The security guard extended his hand toward the burly man. "Then prove it to me."
The so-called proof, of course, is a hunter's license, symbolizing a professional hunter's status.
"This is a fact!"
The burly man huffed angrily, reaching into his exposed chest pocket.
Then, with a grunting sound, he began to grope.
And then… the next second, his figure froze in place.
His hands stiffened for a moment, then grew more frantic as he searched around.
His face gradually hardened, and sweat began to drip from his head.
"That's strange! I clearly have it with me..."
He muttered softly, and it wasn't just one hand that was moving.
His other hand also began to search his chest, but it still couldn't find it.
And then… he simply stripped off his entire upper garment.
Security guard: "..."
Luke: "..."
Both of them stared speechlessly at the burly man in front of them, who kept scratching through the hair on his chest and rifling through his clothes.
He even shook out the shirt he had taken off.
Clatter, clank.
The rest of his ID, wallet, and even some small collectibles all fell out and onto the floor.
"That doesn't make sense. Everything else is here. My hunter license should be here too..."
The burly man searched with increasing anxiety.
"I remember clearly, I packed it, even checked it before leaving..."
"Could it have slipped into my pants?!"
He reached down with his hands, somewhat recklessly.
Security guard: "...?!"
Luke: "..."
"Stop it!"
The security guard hurriedly stopped the burly man from committing a rather unseemly act. He looked at the burly man, who was already somewhat bewildered, with a slight headache.
"You didn't use Godard insect repellent, did you?"
"Godard insect repellent? I remember someone reminded me when we were crossing this forest before..."
The burly man rubbed his head uncomfortably.
"And then you forgot about it, right?"
The security guard looked at him speechlessly. "So you probably didn't know there were Crownstealer Cicadas in this forest you came from, right?"
"Crownstealer Cicadas? Those insect thieves?!"
The burly man's expression suddenly changed. As a self-proclaimed Poacher Hunter, he naturally knew about these notorious bugs!
"These bugs don't target other creatures, but they have a special fondness for humans."
"They steal humans' most valuable possessions silently and without a sound."
The security guard sighed. "Although we still don't understand how these nasty bugs determine which items are most valuable to humans, they always manage to steal them with pinpoint accuracy."
The burly man fell silent.
He knew that, through his negligence, his hunter's license had been stolen by those nasty bugs.
Now the forest was vast, and there was no telling where that damned bug had gone.
"Although, based on my feelings, I'm almost willing to believe you're indeed a professional hunter, but..."
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