I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List? Chapter 325: The Unpredictable and the Judgment!

Cook P. Jones, who arrived standing on the back of the Giant Sandworm, gave these nouveau riche and their private bodyguards an imnse shock!!

"What tier is such a colossal monster?!"

"What tier is that person on its back?!"

"A big shot like this still needs to make money by robbing people??"

"This is insane! The world has truly gone mad!!"

......

Cook P. Jones's shocking entrance was quite intimidating!

Among these nouveau riche and their private bodyguards, the highest tier was only an eighth-rank Superhuman.

That eighth-rank nouveau riche and his eighth-rank private bodyguard were both Martial Artists who couldn't fly!

Facing Cook P. Jones of an unknown tier and his Giant Sandworm of an unknown tier!

The hearts of all the nouveau riche were filled with utter despair!

Were they supposed to rely on those two non-flying eighth-rank Martial Artists to punch that hundred-ter-tall giant monster to death?

Clearly, this was a joke that no one present would find funny.

At this mont!

Cook P. Jones sent out another ntal ssage that everyone could hear!

"All survivors! Bring all your Spirit Stones! Co to the sandworm at my feet!!"

"You have 5 minutes!"

"Anyone who hasn't arrived in 5 minutes has no need to remain alive!"

Upon hearing Cook P. Jones's words, the many nouveau riche actually felt a wave of relief in their hearts!!

With such a grand display, he only wanted Spirit Stones! Not their lives! This was truly wonderful!!

Spirit Stones gone could be earned again!

As long as their industries remained! As long as their lives were intact, Spirit Stones would eventually return...

The many nouveau riche began cautiously moving towards the direction of the Giant Sandworm with their private bodyguards!

At this mont.

Countless stray animals, under Huck's barking commands, also all stopped their attacks!!

Instead, they glared nacingly at these surviving people!

In the short span of less than 10 minutes since the attack began, the number of these stray animals had been reduced by over a hundred thousand under the assaults of the wealthy and their private bodyguards!

The luxurious and tranquil high-end residential district had long since changed its appearance, no longer what it once was!

Blood from both animals and humans flowed everywhere!

The ground of the entire high-end residential district was also littered with the corpses of stray animals...

And this was with Huck preventing those high-rank Superhumans from launching large-scale attacks!

Even the damage inflicted by low-rank Superhumans on ordinary stray animals was fatal!

To delay the steps of all the wealthy, they needed to fill the gap with the lives of these stray animals!

And from the casualty rate of these stray animals, one could also see that Cook P. Jones was a truly cold-blooded and ruthless bandit.

After all, what kind of benevolent person could be a Fugitive persistently hunted by the Security Bureau for several years...

Right now.

Loren was in a quiet corner of the high-end residential district, sitting on a tal chair, calmly gazing into the distance at that Giant Sandworm.

"Master, I don't like him." Raven's voice sounded in Loren's mind.

"Not angry anymore?" Loren asked with a smile.

"I was never really angry, just teasing my idiot master..."

Loren smiled and shook his head, offering no comnt.

After a mont of silence.

Raven's voice sounded again.

"Master, I want to activate our Seventh Ability on that Mr. Cook, is that okay?"

"You want to kill him?" Loren's tone remained calm.

"Yes." The raven in his mind nodded.

"Is it for those dead stray animals?" Loren asked softly in his mind.

"There are always so lives that shouldn't be toyed with at will. Master, this is sothing I learned from you..."

This ti, Raven's tone carried a hint of coldness.

"Alright, but we have to wait until we get that stone slab..."

The expression on Loren's face showed no emotion, still uneventful, as if this were just a trivial matter.

"Forget it, after all, he helped us a lot, just punishing him a little will do..."

Unexpectedly, after Loren agreed, Raven silently sighed and changed its mind.

"Why the change of heart?"

Loren was genuinely puzzled this ti.

"I don't want to beco like the other party, a sentient being who disregards other lives. I've decided that having misfortune constantly plague the other party is punishnt enough..."

Raven's tone carried a touch of lancholy.

Hearing this, Loren's expression beca sowhat hard to control. Recalling the power of his "Misfortune," he silently remarked:

If Mr. Cook knew, he'd probably think death was a preferable outco...

Subsequently, Loren sensed the raven within him activating the Seventh Ability—Fate's Gift.

An extrely minuscule strand of Fortune was quietly gifted by Raven onto Cook P. Jones.

"Cook P. Jones, as a bird possessing wisdom and kindness, I shall bestow upon you a special gift."

Raven's uniquely solemn voice echoed in Loren's mind.

The next instant!

Loren perceived an ability Anchor Point appearing on Cook P. Jones's body, perceivable only by himself and Raven.

"Master, I have set up the ability Anchor Point."

"After you obtain that stone slab, I will personally judge this Mr. Cook P. Jones..."

In response, Loren calmly nodded without speaking, continuing to quietly observe the events unfolding in the distance.

Destiny is always unpredictable, and now Raven has soone it wishes to judge as well...

Actually, I quite liked Mr. Cook... Loren thought with so regret.

And within the ti Loren had just conversed with Raven, Cook P. Jones had already jumped down from the body of the Giant Sandworm.

He was happily collecting the spatial storage devices offered by the nouveau riche and began ticulously counting how many Spirit Stones were inside...

"490,000! 1.37 million! 2.89 million!..."

"8.76 million!"

......

"16.23 million Spirit Stones!! Excellent, these nouveau riche are still so wealthy!"

After Cook P. Jones finished tallying tonight's loot from the robbery, he casually waved his hand at these nouveau riche, signaling they could leave!

The many nouveau riche and private bodyguards felt as if granted a great amnesty!

They quickly ran towards the outskirts of the high-end residential district...

Unfortunately, they couldn't fly, otherwise their departure speed would have been even faster...

Those with flight abilities had all perished under Cook P. Jones's energy light arrows...

After the nouveau riche and their private bodyguards had left, Cook P. Jones released the Spirit Stones from the wealthy's spatial storage devices!

A full 16.23 million Spirit Stones! He piled them onto the ground!

Such a quantity of Spirit Stones! Resembled a small hill ford of Spirit Stones!

He walked forward, placed his palm on this pile of Spirit Stones, and murmured softly:

"Ti to begin preparations for the Night Hunter advancent!"

"Those hyenas from the Security Bureau should be arriving soon..."

As his words fell!

A massive amount of thick shadow surged from Cook P. Jones's palm!

These shadows, upon appearing, rapidly crawled towards the enormous pile of Spirit Stones before him!

Two seconds later!

These shadows enveloped the massive pile of Spirit Stones before him!