"Yan Luo."
Li Xinyue walked over with a glass of wine, sat down next to Yan Luo, glanced at the faint bruise on his forehead, and said softly, "It seems like you recently became a hero of Crimson No.2?"
She hadn't been back from the Abyss for a day when she learned of Yan Luo's 'great achievements' from others.
Yan Luo shook his head, "What hero? I just led a bunch of still-drunk fools into a brawl. It wasn't even my idea to suggest driving out the Hunters from Crimson No.1. I didn't expect to suddenly become a representative figure."
"No need to belittle yourself so much."
A tall Hunter overheard Yan Luo's words, sat down across from him, and said with a smile, "Only you managed to handle the situation. Even if those guys dashed out to beat up the Hunters from Crimson No.1 or fought with them multiple times, it wouldn't solve the problem. You handled this flawlessly, leaving no room for criticism."
