Only seven minutes passed before the opposing side gathered thirteen people, and the Hunters behind Yan Luo starting shouting.
"You've got thirteen people too!"
"Fight! Fight!"
"Don't tell me you're going to cheat, watch me beat the hell out of you!"
And indeed, the last Hunter's words hit the mark.
Victor Alamil, with a centipede tattoo on his head, squinted and smiled, saying, "You only said that when you're outnumbered, you're dogs. You didn't limit our number."
"You—"
The Hunters on Yan Luo's side immediately got agitated and wanted to rush over and start, but Yan Luo raised his hand to stop them.
Yan Luo looked at Victor and calmly said, "Fighting is just a means, not the purpose. By doing this, he's actually helping us. You still have twenty-two minutes; when the time is up, start fighting."
The first half of the sentence was said to the Hunters behind him, the second half was addressed to the Crimson No.1 Hunters.
