“Hey. Calm down, Russian spies.” 

Even Choi Yeonseung hesitated. He couldn’t act recklessly. He could still sleep soundly at night if the two people on the ground were killed, but he would suffer all night long if the white dungeon their opponents were holding exploded. They hadn’t analyzed many parts of the dungeon yet. They didn’t even know how a dungeon door attached to an object would react against impacts. In the worst-case scenario, the dungeon would be forcibly opened, and the monsters inside would pour out.

“We aren’t Russian spies!”

“Chinese spies, then?”

“Shut up!”

“They’re already a mess even though all we did was ask them if they’re spies.” Choi Yeonseung clicked his tongue, dumbfounded.

Meanwhile, the hunters inside started to realize the situation. Han Seha wasn’t the only A-grade hunter. The two also were. One was Wes Morales, an American A-grade hunter who was already sufficiently famous. The other was Choi Yeonseung, the newest A-grade hunter and the most famous in recent times. One A-grade hunter was enough to take out all the hunters here, but there were three.

They felt as if they would suffocate out of fear.

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