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Chapter 828 - 828 431 Clinic Director (4000)_2

Chapter 828: 431 Clinic Director (4000)_2 Chapter 828: 431 Clinic Director (4000)_2 So the Chief Inspector of the Black Mechanism went straight to the point, no longer beating around the bush, “Bai Kui, we need Black Bait Wood, which is a type of bait material that is very precious to dark creatures. If used under specific circumstances, it can have a significant effect. Here’s the deal, if you can provide us with ten pieces of Black Bait Wood every year, you’ll be the Chief of the Clinic of the Hunters Association…”

It was an open and explicit barter of internal authority within the Hunters Association.

Sitting on the sofa, half of Casio’s body was bathed in sunlight. He was dressed in a military-like uniform, looking firm and upright. After a brief silence, Casio turned his head to look at the Chief Inspector of the Black Mechanism, “Deal.”

The ten pieces of Black Bait Wood mentioned by the Chief Inspector of the Black Mechanism were naturally not the arm-length pieces that could be used as torches which Casio initially got from the Ghost Man. But the leftover ones he had to submit, about a thumb’s thickness and palm’s length. If it was of this size, there naturally wouldn’t be any problem.

In fact, for normal use, Black Bait Wood only needs to be as long and thick as a little finger segment. A palm-length piece of Black Bait Wood can be divided into more than a dozen uses. The piece Casio had that was suitable as a torch could last for a hundred times.

In the office of the Black Mechanism’s Chief Inspector, after the deal had been struck.

The Chief Inspector of the Black Mechanism conscientiously took the initiative to remind Casio.

“You’re now the Chief of the Clinic. In the past, the Clinic was one of the essential parts of the Hunters Association and had many elite hunters under its control. But as you know, the original Chief of the Clinic, the number four Shadow Hunter known as Soul Sickle, was seriously injured while leading elites to clear a batch of beastified Wild Beast Hunters. As a result, the headquarters of the Clinic in Florence suffered heavy losses in that operation, many of its key members were either killed or injured. The survivors account for less than twenty percent. Many of these are also heavily involved in managing the Wild Beast Nest in Florence, which is used to imprison extremely dangerous criminals. The remaining personnel is quite scarce, and I’m afraid you’ll need to recruit anew from various branches…”

“Wild Beast Nest?” Casio raised his eyebrows slightly.

“A sturdy prison cage, meant for hunters who are on the verge of losing control. Some are voluntarily imprisoned, while others are forcefully detained after being discovered. If a hunter has not completely gone wild or beastified, we aren’t in a position to kill our own companions prematurely. So that place acts as a buffer zone, or rather… a sanatorium…”

The Chief Inspector of the Black Mechanism crossed his arms and spoke with a solemn expression.

“One thing you need to be reminded of, these prisoners are dangerous, extremely dangerous. Some hunters experience an explosive increase in strength after a severe mutation. Among them, there are some who can threaten Shadow Hunters. Think of Soul Sickle, she was severely injured in an ambush while leading a team to take down a hunter who had already beastified…”

Casio listened quietly, showing no intention to interrupt. The Chief Inspector of the Black Mechanism gave him some more reminders, then immediately called his assistant over.

“Thomas, go get the Chief of the Clinic’s badge for me.”

Two minutes later, Assistant Thomas walked in.

Three minutes went by, and Thomas left the building with Casio, heading to the Clinic. It was not located together with the headquarters of the Dark Hunt Organization.

Soon, the two arrived at a place resembling a mental health institution. The surrounding wall was high, entirely white but marked with black stripes as if scorched by fire. Trees were planted within the enclosure, their tree crowns blocking the view inside. Several guards were stationed at the entrance.

Thomas presented the appointment letter from the Chief Inspector of the Black Mechanism, along with the badge on Casio’s chest representing the number two Dark Hunter, and they entered the Clinic without obstruction.

However, surprisingly, no one came to greet them. Although Thomas had clearly informed Casio in advance and notified the Clinic that a new Chief would be appointed within these few days, the situation caused Casio to frown slightly and proceed in silence at the forefront.

The gray-white cement path stretched forward, flanked by buildings in cold tones. They had a feeling of a mix between concrete and steel, with verdant plants being the only decoration. Overall, the Clinic felt oppressive, even faintly exuding an air of decay and decadence.

Continuing forward, he and Thomas entered the office building of the Clinic.

At the entrance, two hunters acting as guards looked conflicted. It seemed they wanted to enter the building to alert their colleagues but lacked the courage to do so.

There was no choice but to let the increasingly oppressive Casio walk in.

The clinic, the office hall, once the busiest and most serious of places.

At this moment, however, it had turned into a noisy bar, a decadent casino. Around a dozen former elite hunters of the clinic were playing dice, surrounded by wine bottles, with a foul odor permeating the air.

These hunters were disheveled and reeked of alcohol. Some had bird-nest hair, others dark circles and bloodshot eyes. They appeared to have been decadent for quite some time. Among these dozen hunters, one bald and brawny man was shirtless on his top half, with a terrifying scar on his shoulder, completely drunk. According to how the others addressed him, this man named Mani seemed to be the vice-director of the clinic. In fact, he was the vice-director of the clinic, but only stepped into the role temporarily six months ago. Because in that operation, Soul Sickle was gravely injured, and both of the vice-directors died.

Mani was originally the captain of an elite squad, but now that all the higher-ups had died, he temporarily took on the vice-director’s responsibilities. Temporary though it was, it lasted for months. During these months, the remaining part of the clinic’s hunters naturally fell into decay. They had experienced that terrible battle and were left with nightmare-like psychological trauma. Those with weak wills quickly turned to alcohol and debauchery to numb themselves, their spirits rapidly wilting.

And those with strong wills were now mostly acting as jail keepers in the Wild Beast’s Den, silently waiting for the day the clinic would regroup and recover.

Outside the office hall, a succession of dull footsteps approached rapidly.

Suddenly, a tall and strong silhouette blocked the doorway. Standing there, he loomed like an iron tower, scrutinizing everyone.

His gaze moved slowly from the wine bottles and dice.

Meanwhile, the dozen hunters still hadn’t noticed and continued their dice game. A blond youth lost and, amidst the hooting from the others, picked up a wine bottle next to him. He was about to gulp it down in one go to show off his impressive capacity.

However, as he raised the wine bottle to mid-air, it was grabbed by another large hand, firm as a vice, securely fixed. The blond youth tugged two or three times to no avail. He burst out angrily, “Which asshole is ruining my mood! If I can’t finish this, it’s all your fault…”

The youth was about to curse as he turned his head, but suddenly felt another large hand grab his head like squeezing a leather ball. Five fingers, like a drill, fixed it firmly in place. His neck tilted back uncontrollably, and he abruptly saw a hard face looking down on him from above.

The expressionless face slowly said, “You will finish it.”

Next, the hand gripping the youth’s head squeezed slightly, forcing his mouth wide open. The other hand that was holding the wine bottle gave a gentle squeeze, and with the wine mixed in shattered glass, it fell into the youth’s mouth like sharp crystals.

Gulu Gulu, it cut through the flesh, slicing down the esophagus.

“Heh heh heh…”

The youth struggled desperately, his face twisted in pain, his eyes showing agony. Clearly, his esophagus was bleeding, even accumulating large wounds.

“Hey, kid, what the fuck are you doing!!!”

On the other side, the bald strongman, Mani, stood up. His bear-like stature was very oppressive. Seeing his own man treated this way, the ferocious scar on Mani’s shoulder trembled as he charged over, “Looking for death!”

Bang!!!

A bloodthirsty crimson light flashed across Casio’s eyes, and his right hand, like a black python, swept diagonally forward.