I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List? Chapter 11: Extreme Wind

"Of course not, you've misunderstood."

"I'm here to find soone," Loren responded.

"Who?" Adrian breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

As long as it wasn't about destroying his gang...

"A young man."

"About nine days ago, he was captured by your gang."

"Oh, in case you've forgotten, let remind you - he ca from a slum in the Lower District."

Loren hadn't forgotten his purpose here despite being intoxicated by killing.

After all, work still deserved respect - nominally, he was still an Interstellar Hunter.

Adrian, who had just relaxed, felt his heart plunge into an ice cellar upon hearing Loren's words.

After a mont of silence, Adrian spoke with a troubled expression:

"Mr. Loren, this matter... I'm afraid it's going to be rather difficult..."

"Oh? What's so difficult about it? Is he already dead?"

Loren still asked with a smile, showing no change in response to the other's words.

Work always encountered so difficulties occasionally.

"Sorry, Mr. Loren, I can't tell you," Adrian said with complexity.

Seeing this, Loren was sowhat surprised.

Knowing his reputation, yet still daring to be this stubborn?

It seed Ms. Thia's husband had gotten involved in so major trouble.

Things were getting interesting...

"Have you thought this through, Mr. Adrian?" Loren rose from the sofa and asked this question with an inexplicable tone.

"The Wild Dog Gang is willing to pay other prices, Mr. Loren. Could you abandon this commission?"

Loren smiled and shook his head.

"Sorry, among Interstellar Hunters, reputation is very important."

After speaking, Loren raised his gun again, smiling as he aid at the three people opposite.

"The ga begins, everyone."

"Bang!"

A black-gold bullet shot out rapidly, flying toward Adrian across from them.

Seeing Loren take direct action, the three treated it as a formidable enemy.

As the gang leader, Adrian reacted first. After the bullet ca at him, he quickly responded.

He utilized his spatial psychic ability, leaving his original position and disappearing without a trace.

The remaining two who stayed in place assud combat stances.

Facing the incoming bullet, the two didn't choose to dodge but instead mobilized their power, intending to confront it head-on.

These two had been briefed about Loren's intelligence on their way here. When facing Loren, the bullets fired from his revolver couldn't be dodged.

Therefore, the remaining two Wild Dog Gang mbers each chose their own thods to respond.

The way of martial artists.

The two roared loudly, bursting open their clothing.

Strange energy flowed across their bodies, protecting their physiques.

They assud peculiar fist stances.

"Extre Wind Style! Storm!" the two shouted simultaneously.

They punched at the sa ti, as if sharing one mind and body, even their breathing and postures identical, like they were cast from the sa mold.

The two fists struck out fiercely, the energy on their bodies converging onto their fists.

The energy whistled away with their fist wind, transforming into a violent storm that t Loren's bullet head-on.

A violent explosion occurred!

Dust rose!

The first-floor hall's floor was damaged in the explosion.

The glass near the hall also shattered into fragnts during this blast...

After joining forces to block Loren's bullet, the two figures took advantage of the montum to charge into the dust cloud, rushing toward Loren's position behind the smoke.

As martial artists specializing in close combat, closing the distance was crucial when facing psychics.

"Even martial artists? I'm growing more and more curious about your secrets."

"This doesn't seem like the kind of lineup a gang from the slums should have."

After seeing his bullet blocked by the two n's fist techniques, Loren showed no tension at all, even having the leisure to express his curiosity.

Seeing the two charging toward his position, Loren again unhurriedly fired two bullets.

Not showing any sense of urgency, as if this were just a ga to him.

"Bang!"

The appearance of two black-gold bullets obstructed the two's charging steps.

"Extre Wind Style! Storm!"

The two again assud their peculiar stances, striking out fiercely in an attempt to block Loren's bullets.

But this ti, when the storm ford by their fist techniques made contact with the bullets, the bullets didn't explode.

Instead, the two black-gold bullets slowly advanced through the storm.

Like a small boat on the vast sea, moving forward gradually.

The two n's expressions changed - the scene before them exceeded their expectations.

Exchanging a knowing glance, they simultaneously increased the power of their fist techniques.

The storm ford by their fist techniques intensified again, and the two black-gold bullets finally stopped mid-air.

However, the bullets still hadn't exploded, instead continuing to spin rapidly, forming an eerie equilibrium.

Seeing this, the two could only maintain the storm ford by their fist techniques, not daring to withdraw their power.

A stalemate had developed.

But Loren across from them chuckled lightly at this mont.

"What if there were more bullets?"

Loren raised his revolver again and fired three shots in succession.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Three black-gold bullets flew rapidly toward the storm's position.

When these three bullets charged into the storm...

The situation spiraled out of control.

The five bullets seed to trigger a marvelous chain reaction.

The three later bullets drove the initial two bullets, starting to advance slowly.

The power contained in the storm was limited.

The balance had been broken.

The five bullets moved faster and faster until they burst out of the storm.

After breaking through the storm, the bullets hovered rapidly in the air, as if examining their prey.

The pleasure of toying with prey was far more interesting than killing it outright.

"Retreat! We're no match!"

Seeing the bullets break through the storm, the two began quickly pulling back.

While retreating, they kept looking back at the five bullets circling in the air.

Seeing this scene, Loren revealed a strange smile at the corner of his mouth and snapped his fingers.

"What about this then?"

The five bullets disappeared from sight.

The bullets that had been circling in the air just monts before vanished without a trace, as if they'd turned invisible.

"I've heard that Extre Wind Style martial artists can sense wind trajectories. So can you sense my bullets?"

Loren wasn't in a hurry to launch an attack - the pleasure of toying with prey wasn't sothing one could enjoy often.

Especially when such high-quality prey was so rare.

Hearing Loren's words, the two simultaneously halted their fleeing steps, their expressions grave.

Facing visible bullets, they still had a good chance of escaping.

But facing invisible bullets, turning their backs to flee would be suicide.

Unseen attacks were the most terrifying.

With solemn expressions, the two closed their eyes, holding their breath and concentrating their spirits.

Don't look down on our Extre Wind Style, you bastard!

The two began focusing entirely on sensing the bullets' trajectories.

Then, with eyes closed, they slowly retreated backward, one step after another...