Later, Morrisā team hunted a large number of mutated rats in Bali.
By submitting those rat corpses, they made a fortune, which became their initial startup capital and bounty points.
Relying on this capital and points, they exchanged for many advanced types of equipment at that location, and even some Extraordinary Items whose principles couldnāt be explained.
Because of this, fellow hunters in the circle jokingly referred to their team as the "Rat Exterminators."
Therefore, Morris and the others straightforwardly registered that name officially, using it as their groupās signature.
Donāt look down on their team being at B-level right now.
But, in the whole bounty hunter circle, itās already considered quite impressive.
Among A-level bounty teams, as far as they know, there are only two or three, all mysterious and elusive.
After circling around the area, Morris adjusted the angle while watching the interface projected by his wristwatch, as if searching for something.
"The tavern around here should be right here; the map says it is..."
He murmured, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he locked his gaze on a spot about 50 meters ahead to the left.
From the street view, it was a large, empty gray wall, with nothing but a trash can beside the road.
But when Morris pointed his Starry Mobileās projection at it, the interface on the wristwatch clearly displayed a special pattern.
It was a fiercely burning flame.
The bright red flame burned unusually strong, as if it wanted to devour everything around, just watching it gives a feeling of it burning into oneās soul.
"This is the place!"
Morris whispered excitedly, then called his companions to move forward.
"Hehe, this is my first time at a tavern in New York City. I wonder what itās like, whether there are any spicy, sexy girls..."
In the rear, a Black man full of explosive muscles spoke.
Apparently, this was not his first time experiencing similar scenes.
"Alright, Jiko, weāre here to gather for a mission today, donāt cause trouble for me. Better keep your lustful mind in check."
Morris warned.
Everyone else chuckled, the atmosphere seemed quite relaxed.
In the exchanges, they arrived at the location marked within the wristwatch.
Morris stepped forward and, with practiced motions, began to explore upon the gray wall before him.
"Itās here!"
Suddenly, his right hand touched a slightly sunken pattern, identical to the flame shown earlier in the wristwatch projection.
He took out a silver emblem from his pocket and carefully placed it into the flame pattern.
The next moment, the pattern lit up abruptly, the flame seemed to come alive, gradually jumping.
Simultaneously, the surrounding environment distorted, like rippling water, causing a feeling of being in a dream realm.
The group stood unfazed, watching the gray wall expectantly.
As the distortion intensified, the wall gradually transformed.
Sure enough, a sequence of exquisite decorations appeared on the previously bare wall.
A window, a door, and a black sign installed above the door, inscribed with the charactersāWildfire Tavern.
This is an illusion, used to conceal the tavernās existence.
Only when bounty hunters insert their bounty emblem can the illusion be lifted and the entrance exposed.
"Ka-cha~"
The tavern door was opened, and a man dressed as a waiter came out.
He nodded slightly in greeting, took the key handed over by Morris, and then walked out.
He will help Morris and his group park their cross-country vehicle in a nearby parking lot, avoiding attracting attention if left on the roadside.
"Letās go."
Morris barely glanced at the surroundings, then led the way into the tavern.
Bolang Street No. 36.
This is the location of the Wildfire Tavern in New York City.
Back then, Beelu accepted his task here and became a spokesperson for the Star Alliance.
Though the tavernās faƧade appears small and even somewhat primitive.
Its interior surprises with ample space and refined decoration, exuding a nostalgic and rustic charm, making one feel transported to a sixty-year-old senior hippie bar.
"I like the style here."
"Me too, this place gives off a free and carefree aura... Damn it, why canāt Baliās Wildfire Tavern be like this?"
"Whoās not saying; Baliās tavern, designed by some moronic designer, is just like a colorful childrenās playground; every time I go there, it feels like returning to kindergarten..."
"Hey? Look! How about the girl carrying the tray over there? That figure is definitely Morrisā type!"
"Shut up! Weāre almost there!"
"..."
In conversation, they had already navigated the narrow tavern corridor, reaching the basement hall.
This is the common area of Wildfire Tavern, used for accepting and submitting tasks.
At this moment, the hall was already populated with a good number of people, roughly fifty, if glanced over.
Under normal circumstances, Wildfire Tavern wouldnāt be this crowded.
Usually catering only to bounty hunters, and with taverns scattered across the world, seldom do many hunters gather at a single tavern.
However, today was different due to that mysterious task, inviting many hunter teams for an expedition here at New York Cityās tavern.
"Look! Our guests have finally arrived!"
As soon as Morris and his group entered, a hoarse shout echoed in their ears.
Looking up, a burly white man was among the crowd sneering at them maliciously.
"Terence! We still have two minutes until eleven oāclock; weāre not late!"
Morris glared at him without further engagement, finding a spot to settle down with his people.
The white brute knew the rules of the place, only called them out initially, then stayed silent.
"Damn it, itās that guy Terence again! I knew they wouldnāt miss this chance!"
As soon as they sat down, someone in the team started complaining.
Clearly, there was a sense of mutual disdain between the parties.
"Titan Team, like us, is a B-level team. The tavern definitely invited them for this operation."
Morris, however, wasnāt surprised.
"Damn, last time those guys snatched our mutated wild boar in Ero; this time, Iām going to get it back!"
The muscular Black man said angrily.
"Calm down! Jiko!"
Morris lightly knocked on the table, reminding:
"This task is directly issued by the tavern, and with so many hunters gathered, itās definitely complex and highly monitored."
"Under such circumstances, I donāt want you causing trouble, and you all know the tavern rules."
"If someone loses their cool and breaks a rule, itāll be dire for all of us!"
His face turned remarkably stern at this point, finally fixing his gaze on the muscular Black man.
"So, I donāt want any turmoil at this critical juncture! Even if seeking revenge, wait until after the mission!"
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