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Chapter 750 - 750 394 Slim Beauties and Muscular Men (4000)_1

Chapter 750: 394 Slim Beauties and Muscular Men (4000)_1 Chapter 750: 394 Slim Beauties and Muscular Men (4000)_1 “Come in…”

Ilian hesitated for a moment, but eventually opened the wooden door wide.

The two walked in, passed the corner, and the first floor living room was in sight. The air was still filled with the delicious scent of food – lunch had clearly just ended. In the corner, against the wall, three silhouettes were helping each other with physical massages, focusing on the waist, shoulders, neck, and knees, the thumping sounds constant. Squinting, they realized the three were Jim, Kames, and Hebu.

“Grandpa Hebu… Uncle Jim…”

Claire was slightly stunned, then greeted them. The elderly hunters were neutral in the Hunters Association and typically only supported the Chief Inspector of the Black Mechanism. As the niece of the Black Chief Inspector, Claire naturally knew many elderly hunters.

“Uncle Jim, weren’t you in the Ford County branch? Why have you come back to headquarters?” Of all the elderly hunters present, Claire was clearly most familiar with Jim. Iron-face Jim had been her father’s good friend, and before his transfer to the branch, he would regularly drop by for visits.

“Oh, it’s little Claire. Yeah, all of us decided to gather at headquarters for these few days, so I came as well. I was planning to visit the Chief Inspector and your place tomorrow.” Jim was mid-sentence when he suddenly shrank his neck.

“Hiss, take it easy…”

“I’m already being light, you’ve got a big bruise here.”

Kames shrugged helplessly.

Claire approached curiously and discovered a thick and dark bruise on the back of Jim’s neck. It looked like a swift hand knife chop, leaving a blunt and direct trace of a battle’s abrupt end.

“Uncle Jim, did someone hit you?!” Claire exclaimed, “This should be reported to my uncle. Someone is attacking veteran hunters in the Organization?”

“No, no, no, it was just us old guys… Well, we were just sparring. A bit of an injury is normal for this sort of thing…”

Jim seemed to want to say something, but he ended up letting it go, his expression under his mask hinting at embarrassment.

He picked up the hemorrhoid medication, smeared half of his palm, and applied it to Hebu, who was partially undressed. On Hebu’s back was a clear slap mark on his skin. It looked severe, but it was actually one of the less serious injuries. Hebu and Ilian were the least beaten of the elderly hunters.

The grouping on the sofa with the elderly hunters was at best mediocre. The ones who got it worst were upstairs: Rudy, who had just arrived that morning, and Krogg, who was the strongest and received most of the sparring. Their bodies were covered with traces of physical therapy, luckily it was just exaggerated skin trauma.

“Alright…”

Smelling the scent of the medication in the air, Claire didn’t know what else to say. These guys were all old bones, yet they still loved driving themselves so hard whenever they gathered every few years.

“Hmmmmmmmmmmmm…”

Suddenly, a horrible scream erupted from the second floor, as if from a swamp gas explosion. The very sound sent chills down one’s spine.

“What…what happened now?”

Claire couldn’t hold back; she went over and proceeded to the second floor.

In the second-floor living room, on the sofa, an elderly silhouette had his entire upper body covered in medicinal plasters that resembled dog skin. The pungent smell was mind-numbing.

On closer inspection, wasn’t that Grandfather Rudy?! Claire had just met him at yesterday’s meeting that was called due to Soss’ attack.

“Grandpa Rudy, ah…” you’re…”

Claire took a few steps forward and headed straight for the living room. Suddenly, she spotted another silhouette on the balcony. The figure was exceptionally bulky, and his skin was dark and black-like healthy bronze within bronze. On a closer inspection, Claire realized that this wasn’t a tan – it was a heavy bruising.

Yes, the entire back of the man was covered in bruises.

The silhouette slowly turned around, revealing Butcher Krogg.

“Why did all the famous elderly hunters in the organization return to headquarters? And why are they all injured?” Claire asked, puzzled.

“Ah, Claire. Am I hallucinating because of the beating I took?”

Rudy opened his old, blurry eyes and murmured to himself.

“No, Grandpa Rudy, it’s not a hallucination.”

Claire waved her hand in front of Rudy’s face.

“No, it must be a hallucination!” Rudy’s gaze grew smug. He mumbled in a confused manner, “Bai Kui, don’t even think about fooling me! I’ll keep fighting you, four hours ain’t nothing; I can take you on for ten hours without tiring! If I was as young as I used to be, I wouldn’t even be scared of forty hours…”

“Ha ha ha…”

He burst into laughter and commenced murmuring to himself.

“Claire, don’t mind him. There’s something wrong with his…”

Krogg came over and pointed a finger at his temple.

Claire nodded silently. She had already known about Rudy’s occasional headaches and his unbearable suffering. However, she never expected them to be this severe with hallucinations, and causing himself to sustain such injuries.

“Ah…” Claire sighed momentarily, praying that such a day would come later rather than sooner.

“Bai Kui is on the third floor, you can knock if you need anything.”

Krogg reminded her. When Claire had left, he turned to look at Rudy, who was still mumbling to himself. Rudy indeed was hallucinating, but it was not due to going wild. The hallucinations were caused by decades of accumulated disasters being expelled at once, stimulating his aging brain.