Every hunter has something to look for.

Dreams, status, fame, money, power...

Wright is a very utilitarian bounty hunter. In order to rush towards higher status and fame, he never thought of taking a break midway.

Move forward, stride forward without stopping——

This is what he has been doing.

Capturing the infamous "Phantom Troupe" with his own hands is an extremely important milestone before he crosses the finish line.

For this reason, he left a long-term commission to investigate the "Phantom Troupe's whereabouts" in the "Intelligence Channel".

Now, finally there is news!

"I understand. Send the 'information' to my email. I will send the corresponding reward after confirmation."

After saying that, Wright hung up the phone directly.

Moyu swallowed a piece of meat and raised his eyes to look at Wright.

When he heard the words "information" and "reward", he realized something.

Wright raised his phone, grinned and said, "Hey, I'm here to work."

"Is it urgent?"

Moyu put down his bowl and chopsticks and asked the question he was most concerned about.

Wright said: "Race against time."

Intelligence is usually time-sensitive, not to mention information related to "whereabouts", so action must be taken as soon as possible.

In other words, he must leave quickly now.

Moyu nodded to express his understanding, then pointed to the table: "But I can't finish all this meat by myself."

"Haha, don't worry, I'll leave after eating."

Wright smiled heartily and took out a large pig leg from the basin.

Moyu didn't say anything more and picked up the bowls and chopsticks again.

The two of them were busy cooking.

Soon, Moyu discovered that Wright was eating meat more than twice as fast. He thought he had deliberately slowed down when eating before. There is no need to explain the reason.

Looking at Wright's gobbling look, Moyo could clearly feel the importance Wright attached to this "job".

"I have gained a lot during this period, which is enough."

Moyu thought silently in his heart.

Although there is still one last day for "sparring training", in this case, it is impossible for him to ask Wright to fulfill the "contract".

After a while, Wright finished his portion of the meat.

"Sorry."

After finishing the meal, Wright stood up and apologized to Moyou: "Something happened unexpectedly, so I have to pay for the last day of sparring."

"It doesn't matter, I'll make it up when you're done."

Moyu also stood up.

During this period, he experienced from Wright what the "stubbornness" of strengthening was called, so he wisely put the idea of ​​"forget about the last day of sparring" in his heart.

Anyway, even if you bring it up, it's just a waste of time.

"Then I'm leaving. I'll contact you later."

Wright left as soon as he said he wanted to, without any hesitation.

"Well, have a nice trip."

Moyu nodded slightly.

Wright turned his back to Moyu and waved, then strode away.

This farewell was concise and efficient.

After leaving the temple, Wright walked down the mountain path and took out his mobile phone from his pocket to check flight information.

"It's 20:35 now, and the nearest flight is... 20:50."

Wright looked down at the phone screen and said to himself: "It's a bit rushed."

As he spoke, he put away his phone and did a few stretching movements on the spot.

"I was originally thinking of having a showdown with Moyu in the evening, but the plan always fails to keep up with changes..."

Before he finished speaking, Wright kicked his foot, and his whole body shot into the distance like an arrow from a string, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

In the temple, it was as quiet as usual.

Moyu swept away the remaining meat and then briefly cleared the table.

After doing this, he walked to the devastated atrium, opened his sperm holes and released the maximum amount of energy.

If you want to increase the total amount of "potential energy" and extend the time of "practice", there is basically no shortcut.

Release the "qi" and consume it all, then release it after recovery——

Just like this, it goes round and round, bit by bit to increase the total amount of "potential energy".

It'll be over in two minutes.

Moyu lay on the ground exhausted, closing his eyes and panting.

After a while, Moyou managed to regain some strength.

"Suddenly I feel a little uncomfortable..."

Moyu slowly opened his eyes and picked up a small piece of broken green brick from the side and hung it in front of his eyes.

The night is getting darker.

On the top of the mountain, a dilapidated temple stands alone.

The next day.

Morning light breaks.

Moyu woke up early, had a simple meal and then started his daily practice.

Without Wright as a sparring partner, all he can do now is lay a solid foundation in the "Four Majors".

Release, restore, release, restore——

Cultivation is boring and boring, and the whole morning passes like this.

At noon, the sun is high.

After finishing his meal, Moyu was about to start a new round of practice, but was interrupted by the movement outside the temple.

A group of workers carrying various tools and materials came outside the temple and shouted at the door at the top of their lungs.

Moyu, who heard the door knocking, walked through the atrium and opened the old wooden door.

Seeing a group of "heavily armed" workers standing outside the gate, Moyou was surprised for a while, but he quickly realized and guessed that these workers should have been called over by Wright.

"Hello, Mr. Wright commissioned us here. He said there is a courtyard here that needs to be repaired."

The leading worker greeted Moyu respectfully.

"Yes, come in."

Moyu, who knew what he was doing, opened the door and signaled the workers to come in.

The workers immediately picked up their tools and materials and filed in, arriving at the devastated atrium.

The lead worker confirmed the project requirements with Moyo.

Once approved, construction began immediately.

With ultra-high efficiency, the entire construction team completed Moyu's requirements in just one hour.

I don’t know where they found the weathered stones, so that the repaired atrium doesn’t look much different from before.

After sending the construction team away, Moyo closed the temple door and returned to the atrium, once again impressed by Wright's thoughtfulness.

"By the way...it's almost time for Hawke to come back, right?"

Looking at the restored atrium, Moyu suddenly thought of his cheap dad.

At that time, Hawke said he would be back in ten days and a half. Now, eleven days have passed, and he may be back in two days.

I thought about calling Hawke and asking about the situation.

But thinking of Hawke's instructions before leaving home, "Don't call if you have anything to do," Moyo could only give up.

Time passes slowly.

The sun sets and night falls.
To be continued...