The four looked at each other, and the gazes of Kaxiu and the black machine leader stayed for a second at this moment. For some reason, they both instinctively had the same thought in their hearts: this person is not simple.
After a glance, a faint smile appeared on the face of the black machine leader.
Next to them, the Holy Light Hunter Dilishati looked back and forth between the two men for a while, then took a step forward and invited Kaxiu to come over.
Next, there was a ceremony similar to awarding honors. The platform was covered with a soft red carpet, faintly stitched with gold threads. On both sides of the carpet, four shadow hunters stood separately, separating a space.
In this space, the Holy Light Hunter Dilixiati held a long and exquisite wooden tray in his hand. He opened the soft silk on top, and underneath was a slender sword, about half the length of a person. The sword body was very narrow, smooth and sharp, and the blade was covered with dense patterns. It looked like it was not for combat at all, but a ritual prop.
The colorful gems inlaid on the hilt also prove this point. This sword is actually the sword of the first king of the Red Lebanese Empire. Since a certain era, it has been used as a prop for the ceremony of awarding the Shadow Hunter-level hunters of the Dark Hunter Organization. It has been specially maintained and has not decayed for thousands of years. Of course, don't think of fighting with this sword, at most you can just pretend.
Dilishati handed the tray in his hand to the Black Chief, who picked up the ceremonial sword and slowly placed it on Kaxiu's shoulder. Then, he read a long official monologue in the ancient imperial language with a strong accent. Kaxiu answered yes to each monologue he made.
About a minute later, the sword was put away and the awarding ceremony was over.
Under the gaze of many hunters in the Hunter Association Hall, Kaxiu completely became the second-ranked Shadow Hunter. He was expressionless as always, and didn't feel excited. But the old hunters below seemed quite excited, whispering to each other. They also showed off to some acquaintances nearby, and raised their fingers to point at Kaxiu from time to time, looking very proud.
Kaxiu chose to ignore it.
About half an hour later, the awarding ceremony was basically over. As expected, the Black Agency Chief and Dilishati decided to have a chat with Kaxiu.
They came to the headquarters building of the Dark Hunter Organization, the office dedicated to the head of the Black Organization. The space here is spacious and the soundproofing effect is excellent.
Soon, the three of them started talking, in a casual chat.
Kaxiu had prepared before coming. He gave himself the identity of a member of the secret martial arts world of the Hongli Empire and the only inheritor of a mysterious ancient boxing school. He had been practicing in seclusion before, and later his school became enemies with a mysterious organization. Although there were masters in the school, there were too few of them.
They were outnumbered and eventually destroyed, with only Kasu escaping.
That mysterious organization naturally carries many characteristics of a sect organization.
This is what Kasu mainly wanted to express to the head of the Black Agency.
To be honest, this reason was a bit clichéd, but the Black Agency Chief believed it at least 50% because the organization had really done this.
The Dark Hunters didn't have a deep understanding of the Empire's secret martial arts world, but they were not completely ignorant of it. As for the Gate Organization, the Dark Hunters or the number one enemy of all official supernatural forces, they had naturally come into contact with it before.
Although the Gate Organization has not been active in recent decades, the Dark Hunter Organization has always kept an eye on it. Among them is some content about the secret martial arts world. The Gate Organization puts at least one-third or even one-half of its energy on the secret martial arts world of the empire, sometimes absorbing members of the organization, and sometimes destroying a secret martial arts school without reason. Sometimes it will face the backlash of the secret martial arts world, the number of members will be severely damaged, and it will be silent for a period of time.
Therefore, the plot made up by Kaxiu is not that outrageous.
He stated that he was from the secret martial arts world, and that the secret school he belonged to was destroyed by the Gate Organization, but he just wanted to find a common enemy with the Dark Hunter Organization to eliminate the grudges and offset some of the suspicion.
Fortunately, neither Dilixiati nor the head of the Black Agency raised any direct questions. Silence actually meant that they accepted it first, regardless of whether it was true or not. There were many considerations involved, and Kaxiu's words were only part of it. The most important thing was that he was strong enough! As long as the strong were united against the outside world, they would always be able to find an organization willing to accept him! Kaxiu's combat power, which was suspected to be comparable to that of the No. 1 Dark Hunter Kasai, could even make Dilixiati feel a little threatened.
Moreover, his process of becoming a Shadow Hunter was legitimate, and he had taken every step without violating any rules. Dilishati, the Holy Light Hunter who led the battle for the Shadow Hunter seat, could not refute this.
Therefore, no matter what the three people thought, their conversation remained harmonious. In the second half of the conversation, the black organ leader talked about the old hunters and the black bait wood contributed by Kaxiu.
This material is very useful for the Dark Hunter Organization, but the origin is difficult to find, and its growth and formation conditions are probably extremely harsh. The Black Agency Chief tried to ask Kashu about the discovery site of the Black Bait Wood, and Kashu evaded the question by saying that he had obtained it by chance. And after he finished his excuse, he asked the Black Agency Chief about the situation of the treatment center. Obviously, this was a hint, and both parties in the conversation basically understood it.
So the Black Organ Chief came straight to the point and stopped wasting time: "Bai Kui, we need black wood, which is a very precious bait material for dark creatures. It can play a big role under certain circumstances. How about this, if you can provide us with ten pieces of black wood every year, you will be the director of the Hunter Association's treatment center..."
Openly trading power within the Hunter Association.
Kaxiu sat on the sofa, half of his body was illuminated by the sun. He was wearing a military-like uniform, and his outline looked tough and straight. After a short silence, Kaxiu turned to look at the black agent: "Deal."
The ten pieces of black bait wood that the black machine chief mentioned were not the arm-length one that Kaxiu had taken from the demon at the beginning, which could be used as a torch. Instead, they were the remaining ones that he had handed over, which were as long as his palm and as thick as his thumb. If it was of this level, there would be no problem.
In fact, to use the black bait wood normally, you only need a piece as long and thick as your little finger. A palm-length black bait wood is enough to be used more than a dozen times. Kaxiu's piece that can be used as a torch is enough for hundreds of times.
The office of the head of the Black Agency, after the two parties reached a deal.
The head of the black agency was very conscientious and took the lead in reminding Kaxiu.
"You are now the director of the Healing Institute. In the past, the Healing Institute was an important part of the Hunter Association, and it had many elite hunters under its jurisdiction. But you know that the original director of the Healing Institute, Shadow Hunter Soul Scythe No. 4, was seriously injured while leading the elites to eliminate a group of beast-like and wild-beast hunters. Therefore, the headquarters of the Healing Institute in Florence actually suffered heavy losses in that operation, and many backbone forces died or were injured. Less than 20% of them survived. And among these people, there are a large number of personnel who need to manage and control the Wild Beast's Nest in Florence, which is used to detain extremely dangerous prisoners. There are not many people left, and I'm afraid you will need to re-assemble them in various branches..."
"The lair of the wild beast?" Kaxiu raised his eyebrows slightly.
"A sturdy cage, used to imprison hunters who are on the verge of losing control. Some are imprisoned voluntarily, while others are forcibly imprisoned after being discovered. If the hunter has not completely entered the state of beast transformation, it is not easy for us to kill our companions in advance. So that place is equivalent to a buffer zone, or... a sanatorium..."
The black machine leader crossed his hands and said solemnly.
"I need to remind you that these prisoners are very dangerous, extremely dangerous. After some hunters become extremely vicious, their strength often increases explosively. There are many prisoners who can threaten shadow hunters. Think about Soul Scythe. When she was leading a team to encircle and suppress a hunter who had turned into a wild beast, she was caught off guard and seriously injured..."
Kaxiu listened silently, without any intention of interrupting. The black chief reminded some other aspects and immediately called his assistant over.
"Thomas, help me get the badge of the director of the treatment center."
Two minutes later, assistant Thomas came in.
Three minutes later, Thomas took Kaxiu out of the building and headed towards the treatment center, which was not built together with the headquarters of the Dark Hunter Organization.
Soon, the two came to a place that looked like a mental hospital. The wall was very high and all white, but with a black mark from being burned. There were trees planted inside the wall, and the treetops blocked the view inside. At the gate, several guards were guarding.
Thomas presented the appointment letter from the head of the Black Agency, and with the badge on Kashu's chest representing the No. 2 Dark Hunter, he entered the treatment center.
However, surprisingly, no one came to greet them. Thomas had clearly told Kaxiu that he had already informed the hospital in advance that a new director would be appointed in the next few days. This made Kaxiu frown slightly, and he walked in front without saying a word.
The gray-white cement road stretched forward, with some cold-toned buildings on both sides. It looked like a mixture of cement and steel, with verdant plants as the only embellishment. Overall, the treatment center felt dull, even with a hint of corruption and decadence.
Walking forward, he and Thomas entered the treatment center's office building.
At the door, two hunters acting as guards looked to be struggling. They seemed to want to enter the building to warn their companions, but they didn't have the courage.
They could only allow Kaxiu, whose aura was becoming more and more oppressive, to walk in.
The treatment center and office lobby were once the busiest and most serious places.
At this moment, it had become a noisy bar and a decadent casino. A dozen hunters who were originally elites in the treatment center were playing dice, surrounded by bottles of wine, and the air was filled with unpleasant smells.
These hunters were disheveled and drunk. Some had messy hair and some had dark circles and red bloodshot eyes. They looked like they had been in a state of depression for a long time. Among the dozen hunters, there was a bald strong man with bare upper body, a horrible scar on his shoulder, and he was drunk. Judging from the way others addressed him, this man named Mani seemed to be the deputy director of the treatment center. In fact, he was indeed the deputy director of the treatment center, but he was only temporarily appointed half a year ago. Because in that operation, Soul Scythe was seriously injured and the two deputy directors died.
Mani was originally the captain of an elite team, but all the people above him died, so he temporarily took on the duties of deputy director. This temporary position lasted for several months. During these months, some of the remaining hunters in the treatment center naturally fell. They experienced that terrible battle, which left them with nightmare-like psychological trauma. Those with weak wills soon numbed themselves with alcohol and sex, and their spirits quickly withered.
Most of those who were determined were now serving as jailers in the Wild Beast's Lair, silently waiting for the day when the treatment center could be reorganized.
Outside the office lobby, a series of dull footsteps approached quickly.
At some point, a tall and strong figure blocked the door. He stood there, looking at everyone like an iron tower.
His eyes swept over the wine bottles, dice, etc. bit by bit.
The dozen hunters hadn't noticed yet and were still playing the dice game. A blond youth lost and, under the urging of the crowd, he picked up the bottle of wine next to him and drank it all in one breath to show off his huge capacity.
Unexpectedly, when he raised the bottle halfway up, the bottle was grabbed by another big hand, like a pair of pliers, firmly fixed. The blond young man pulled two or three times, but to no avail. He immediately got angry: "Which bastard ruined my mood! If I can't finish it, it's all your fault..."
The young man was about to turn his head away, cursing, when he suddenly felt another big hand grabbing his head like a ball. Five fingers were like an electric drill, firmly holding it in place. His neck tilted back uncontrollably, and he suddenly saw a tough face looking down at him.
The expressionless face said slowly: "You will finish it."
Then, the hand holding the young man's head exerted a little force, forcing his mouth to open wide. The other hand holding the bottle gently squeezed it, and the wine mixed with broken glass fell into the young man's mouth like sharp crystals.
Gurgle, gurgle, scratch the skin and cut the esophagus.
"Hehehe..."
The young man struggled, his face twisted, his eyes painful. It was obvious that his esophagus was bleeding, and there were even large patches of wounds accumulating.
"Hey, boy, what the hell are you doing!
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On the other side, the bald strong man Mani stood up. His burly figure was very oppressive. Seeing his younger brother being treated like this, the hideous scar on Mani's shoulder trembled and he rushed over: "You're looking for death!"
Peng!
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Kaxiu's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he gently lifted his right hand forward like a black python. Mani's chin happened to move closer at this time, and the whole person suddenly flew up like a cannonball.
The hard bald head pierced through the ceiling with a click, creating a large hole. His hands and feet hung naturally, dangling like a corpse.