Hunter of Mysterious Creature

Chapter 850 - 93: Rock Layer Cavity

As an old gambling dog, the original host knew very well this chip was absolutely the real deal. Whether it was the weight or the texture, it was flawless. The gold-foiled "10,000" on the surface caught the light spilling in from not far away, giving off a special sheen. From certain angles, he could even vaguely see the laser-engraved anti-counterfeit characters.

Ten thousand bucks was no small amount. This chip could be taken straight to a table, or exchanged for cash of equal value— as for the service fee, you only had to pay two percent when exchanging cash for chips, and there was no fee when converting chips back into cash.

The original host’s heart was full of doubt. He had no idea why a chip with such a high face value would appear in a shaft like this... Could it be something those missing people had dropped?

But what kind of serious person would bring chips out of the casino?

Ordinary players would either cash out when they were up and then leave, or, like the original host, lose everything and get "invited" out by security. As for those rich VIPs, after they were done playing they usually stored their chips in the casino’s safe, then took them out again next time they wanted to play.

But anyway, the ten grand was already in his pocket...

The original host felt a little excited. The pay for this whole job was only a hundred thousand, and now just by casually picking up one chip he’d made a tenth of that... If he picked up a few more later...

"What are you doing?" An impatient, accusatory voice yanked the original host out of his beautiful fantasy. He jolted in fright and instinctively tried to hide the chip in his hand— but he quickly realized the other party seemed to have no idea there was a chip lying in his palm at all, and was instead staring at his face with utter disgust, just like she had when she’d seen him at Dragon City’s North Gate.

"If you’re still sleepy right now, you should crawl back to your kennel and keep snoring instead of spacing out here!" The female Hunter’s tone was dripping with acid. "I hate leeching dogs the most— those useless trash who don’t pull their weight but still want a cut of the pay. You get what I mean, right?"

"I..." The original host’s heart was pounding wildly. At this point he no longer cared about her mocking words. He took a deep breath, raised his hand, and held the chip out in front of her eyes.

"Get your filthy hand out of my face!" the female Hunter said mercilessly. "Looking at that Down’s-face drooling idiot expression of yours makes me want to puke!"

She didn’t notice the chip at all.

Even the three mercenaries standing on the side watching the show didn’t ask a single question about the chip in his hand.

It was as if this ten-thousand-worth chip was completely invisible to them.

"N-nothing..." The original host shook his head and quickly shoved the chip into his pocket.

"Tch..." Seeing him so spineless immediately took the fun out of it for the female Hunter— it was like throwing a heavy punch and hitting nothing but a weightless ball of cotton.

"However you behave down this shaft, I’m going to report it to Lei word for word," the female Hunter snorted coldly. "When Lei docks your pay, don’t you dare whine about how unfair it is."

"Do what you want." the original host muttered— at this moment he no longer cared about the hundred-thousand job reward. Deep down, it felt like a voice was telling him that as long as he kept moving forward, he would be able to pick up more chips.

"Enough, stop wasting time. Since we can’t figure out what this symbol means, our only option is to keep moving," one of the mercenaries said, patting the rifle in his hands. "But honestly, this symbol gives me a bad feeling. Everyone keep your eyes open and be ready to fight at any moment."

"Spare me the crap." The female Hunter uncoiled the whip wrapped around her wrist. With a light flick, a faint cracking sound tore through the air. The reverse scales covering the whip’s body flared open like barbs, and a faint metallic scent of blood seeped out from between the scales.

"If someone keeps slacking off and not pulling their weight, hmph, my whip doesn’t bother looking where it lands." The female Hunter openly fixed her gaze on the original host.

"I’ll take point," the original host suddenly said.

Having confirmed that no one but him could see the chips, a bold idea slowly took root in his heart.

"Hm?" The female Hunter glanced at the original host in mild surprise. "Since you’re so eager, have it your way. You lead."

With that, she stepped back to the rear.

She might look down on the original host, but having survived this long in Dragon City, she could have a bad temper, just not a stupid brain— she knew exactly how much risk came with leading the way. In her eyes, this impulsive move of his played perfectly into her hands.

For this kind of trash Hunter, being cannon fodder was just about the only value he had. So the female Hunter thought.

They continued forward, and before long, the original host at the front suddenly crouched down again.

His movement startled the others. The three mercenaries immediately dropped into a crouch as well, raising their rifles and aiming into the depths of the shaft. The female Hunter didn’t overreact quite as much, but the way her right hand clenched tight around the whip betrayed the tension she felt inside.

"Relax, my shoelace came loose," the original host said calmly. "These shoes are too worn out. The laces are frayed smooth, they come loose all the time."