On the first floor of the Demon Slaying Hall, there were many long tables, where dozens of people drank, chatted, gambled, and argued. More than half of them were marked red—better said, it was surprising that half of them weren't. They were banging on tables and making noise, but instead of fighting, they were haggling.
"Xiong Da, you three brothers are too much. Three people want to claim five wolves? We've got ten brothers here!"
"If you don't like it, then you go and withstand the first wave of wolf attacks! Without anyone holding the front line, what good are you ten hunters who can't even outfit yourselves with the basic defensive items? Do you really think you can pierce the Shadow Wolf's head with a single arrow?"
