Chapter 23: Do you think the Saint looks like an assistant?
It was a bit forced, sure—but he didn’t give a damn.
Politics had always been about appearances, after all.
“A tiny country like that acting all high and mighty just because they’ve produced one measly S-rank? Unbelievable.”
He’d cripple that woman here and now, take the artifact and the corpse, and return home with them.
Then he’d be celebrated like a hero, and any backlash over harming a small-time Hunter could be crushed with economic sanctions.
That’s how they’d always handled Korea up until now.
“A treasure too great to handle only brings disaster in the end.”
He could see them talking from about twenty meters away.
Then, the woman smiled faintly and nodded.
“Don’t tell me she’s actually gonna fight?”
A woman who’d only been supporting from behind had more guts than expected.
But Yang Tenzin wasn’t letting his guard down.