Trickster Hunter.

Chapter 463 Supermarket Owner
"Are you fucking crazy?" the supermarket owner immediately cursed. "Get the hell out of here! Damn it, I thought you wanted to do legitimate business! Get out!"

His foul-smelling saliva even sprayed directly onto Sun Hang's face, and his thick palms slammed against the counter, making a loud banging sound. He was almost about to grab the mouse and smash it at Sun Hang.

Sun Hang wasn't angry. He chuckled and wiped the spittle off his face, then gently tapped the counter twice and said, "I'm not crazy, and I wasn't joking with you... Boss, didn't you say there's nothing you can't get in Liusu District?"

"Are you fucking done yet?" The supermarket owner's attitude didn't change at all. "If you keep bothering me, believe me, I'll beat you to death."

The supermarket owner was fat, but not in the way a couch potato would be. He had a broad, muscular build, which in ancient times would have been considered the physique of a strong, powerful warrior. In terms of unrestricted combat, this type of body was far superior to those musclemen with extremely low body fat percentages.

Whether it's explosive power or resilience, this physique is top-tier in street brawls... Even in melee combat, the bulk of this build gives a huge advantage in a fight.

In the supermarket owner's view, even if Sun Hang, a skilled fighter, was a "sharp dog," he would never be a match for him.

To use that overused phrase, "I can make countless mistakes, but you can only make one."

The supermarket owner felt that if this troublemaker dared to make a move, he could twist his head off his neck in a matter of minutes.

Not to mention, hidden in a secret compartment at the checkout counter is a replica handgun that the supermarket owner can easily access.

“I have money, I have a lot of money.” Sun Hang maintained his smile. “It’s just business, there’s no need to get so angry.”

The supermarket owner let out a heavy sigh of relief. He glared fiercely at Sun Hang until the computer screen emitted an urgent voice message: "Can you hurry up? I'm getting impatient!"

The supermarket owner sat back down, grabbed the mouse, quickly clicked on two cards and played them, then said to Sun Hang irritably, "I'll assume you really want it, but I'm a legitimate business, I don't have that kind of stuff here! You can get lost now, or I'll call the police."

“I know you don’t have it, but could you give me Mr. Lin Lun’s contact information?” Sun Hang rested his elbow on the counter and said casually.

The supermarket owner froze instantly, his hand gripping the mouse trembled, and the straight he was about to play turned into a single three, which provoked the other farmer to frantically throw rotten eggs and tomatoes at him.

"Who the hell are you?" The supermarket owner, somewhat annoyed, shut down the game and pulled a crumpled cigarette from his pocket. "If you want to die, don't come here... I don't want the store stained with blood, it's too unlucky."

"So, Mr. Lin Lun really does have a way to get his hands on strange objects?" Sun Hang chuckled.

The supermarket owner's expression immediately turned ferocious. He was a shrewd man, and he quickly realized that Sun Hang had tricked him into revealing information. He threw down the unlit cigarette in his hand, smashed open the counter with his burly body, and grabbed Sun Hang's shoulder with his right hand.

"Let's talk this out, don't resort to violence." Sun Hang's body floated back half a meter like a ghost, just in time to avoid the oncoming cash register and the supermarket owner's right hand. "Boss, didn't you say that blood in the store would be bad luck?"

"Who exactly are you? Are you an undercover agent from another region's public security bureau? Or an investigator from the Bureau of Extraordinary Investigations?" The supermarket owner struck a pose as if ready to pounce on Sun Hang at any moment, but his left hand quietly slipped into his pocket and grabbed the cell phone tucked inside.

With a flick of his thumb, he unlocked the phone and then expertly dialed a number.

"Are you delivering a message?" Sun Hang naturally saw through the other party's little trick and asked with a smile.

"You noticed? You have good eyesight." Seeing that his little trick had been seen through, the supermarket owner immediately took out his phone. "In that case, you're not leaving here today... Liusu District is very chaotic. Every day, many people mysteriously disappear here... Occasionally, an undercover sheriff or investigator will go missing, which is not a big deal... The higher-ups don't care about the life or death of a nobody like you."

"What if... I am the 'higher-ups' you're talking about?" Sun Hang suddenly found it somewhat amusing.

After becoming the actual controller of the mainframe, in terms of authority level, probably no one in the Xia State Federation could surpass him. Although Sun Hang was still a little unaccustomed to going from an ordinary monster hunter to the actual controller of the highest power in human civilization overnight, he had gradually become more skilled at using this power.

For example, just two seconds ago, he had the mainframe block all communication signals from Happiness Supermarket and within a 100-meter radius.

"You can't scare me," the supermarket owner sneered. "This city is far more complicated than you imagine. If you mess with the wrong people, or learn things you shouldn't know... even if you have some power, you'll..."

Before the supermarket owner could finish speaking, Sun Hang interrupted him, gesturing towards his phone with his chin: "Let's not talk about me now, why don't you check if your call went through?"

The supermarket owner looked at his phone and was shocked to find that the call he had just made had been disconnected, and the signal strength icon in the upper right corner of the screen had disappeared, replaced by the message "Out of service area".

"You even set up a signal jammer nearby?" The supermarket owner's face darkened. "Looks like you were prepared..."

“I’m here to discuss such an important business deal with you, so I definitely need to be prepared,” Sun Hang shrugged. “Since I can’t get through on the phone, how about we sit down and have a proper talk? As the saying goes, harmony is the most important thing, what do you think, boss?”

“That’s right—peace is precious, you’re absolutely right, peace is the most precious thing in the world.” The supermarket owner said through gritted teeth. He pulled over a chair and slowly sat down—but just as his butt was about to touch the chair, he suddenly jumped up and leaped behind the pushed-open checkout counter, pulling out the pistol from a hidden compartment.

The pistol was already loaded; all it took was to release the safety and pull the trigger to fire.

Although this is a replica pistol with mediocre workmanship and accuracy, at this distance, even someone with no shooting experience would find it difficult to miss.

Without hesitation, the supermarket owner pointed the gun at Sun Hang and pulled the trigger!

"Bah!"

Gunshots rang out, and Sun Hang staggered back a step, a patch of bright red blood slowly spreading across his T-shirt.

"I didn't want to use a gun, you forced me to." The supermarket owner grinned maliciously at Sun Hang. "The moment you mentioned Mr. Lin, you were destined not to leave here alive." "Oh? Is that so?" Sun Hang looked down at his chest, then, under the supermarket owner's monstrous gaze, he plunged his right hand into his chest, dug out the deformed bullet, and threw it on the checkout counter. "And then? Aren't you afraid the gunshot will attract the police?"

"You... what the hell are you?" The supermarket owner's voice trembled for the first time. He pulled the trigger several more times, each shot hitting Sun Hang. The kinetic energy of the bullets pushed Sun Hang backward.

"Click." The sound of an empty magazine being hung up rang out. In a state of extreme panic, the supermarket owner emptied all the bullets in the magazine in one go. After standing frozen for a moment, Sun Hang, who had been shot several times, finally fell backward.

"Huff...huff..." The supermarket owner was panting heavily, his right hand still unconsciously pulling the trigger, his whole face flushed red.

He desperately wanted to go forward and check if Sun Hang was alive or dead, but found that his feet seemed to be welded to the ground and he couldn't lift them at all.

"Damn it...damn it...he should be dead by now, right?" the supermarket owner muttered. "How can someone survive so many bullets...he must be dead by now, right?"

"Hey, all your bullets' gone?" A voice that made the supermarket owner's heart stop suddenly came from the right. "So, can we talk business now?"

The supermarket owner stiffly turned his head, and what he saw next made his eyes widen in horror—the young man he had just killed was leaning unharmed against a shelf not far away, and several white, tentacle-like objects silently retracted behind him—as for the "corpse" on the ground, it had transformed into a tentacle-like object that could barely be identified as human.

It's like a mummy covered only in bandages.

The supermarket owner felt his heart pounding. He hesitated for a moment, then took off running outside... However, before he had taken two steps, he found another Sun Hang standing guard at the store entrance, smiling at him.

"Ughhhhh!" Fear and despair seemed to have completely ignited the supermarket owner's ferocity, and he lunged at Sun Hang with all his might—

Then, Sun Hang casually kicked him back into the shop.

"Bang!!"

The supermarket owner, like a human cannonball, blasted through half of the wall behind the checkout counter, then slid several meters on the ground before stopping at another wall.

"Now, can we talk business?" Sun Hang squatted down in front of the supermarket owner and helped him brush the lime off his collar.

It has to be said that the supermarket owner's fat was quite useful; he smashed through half a wall without breaking a single bone—his blood-covered appearance looked miserable, but it was actually just some insignificant superficial injuries.

“...You...you...you are...the hunter…” the supermarket owner stammered, having completely given up resisting—his previous attempts had made him realize that he was nothing more than fish on a chopping board in front of this seemingly frail young man.

They are left to be slaughtered at will.

Sun Hang tacitly agreed with the supermarket owner's statement, reached out and patted the man's fat face, and asked directly, "Not long ago, two young people, a man and a woman, entered your store and never left. Where are they now?"

"That...that's Mr. Lin's...goods..." the supermarket owner said, "You'd better not..."

“You’d better understand your situation.” Sun Hang smiled and grabbed one of the supermarket owner’s fingers. “From now on, every time you say ‘no,’ I’ll break off one of your fingers and stick it into your eye socket… Where are they now?”

The supermarket owner slightly turned his head and looked at the ground next to him.

Because the partition wall in the middle of the supermarket had been broken open, the two were now in a small warehouse inside the supermarket. Under the dim light, there was a square iron door with a handle on the floor in the middle of the warehouse.

Dust covered many places in the small warehouse, but the iron gate and the area around it were clean.

"Oh, it's down there?" Sun Hang grabbed the supermarket owner by the collar and dragged him over.

Two strands of *Tai Sui* mycelium extended out, hooked onto the lifting ring, and lifted the iron gate. Then, Sun Hang threw the supermarket owner inside.

The dull thud of flesh hitting the ground came from below, and Sun Hang also leaped up, landing on the supermarket owner.

"Ouch..." The supermarket owner, who was used as a cushion, let out a scream.

The supermarket's basement had clearly undergone extensive renovations. The entire room's ceiling, walls, and floor were covered with a thick layer of soundproofing cotton. Once the iron door was closed, even if a rock concert were held inside, no sound would be heard outside.

In the very center of the basement stood two rusty operating tables, on which lay the two modified containers that had just entered the supermarket, their faces expressionless.

On their foreheads, numerous silver needles were inserted, as if performing acupuncture. Each needle had a thin metal wire wrapped around its end, and the other end of the metal wire was connected to an unknown instrument placed between two operating tables.

Every few seconds, silvery-white arcs of electricity would flow along the metal wire toward the two people, and their bodies would tremble slightly.

"What is this? Acupuncture? Or electrotherapy?" Sun Hang grabbed the supermarket owner and asked.

"I...I don't know either..." the supermarket owner said, panting. "I just followed Mr. Lin's instructions...and modified this place like this...Every now and then...they come and use the things in this room...but what these things are actually for...I really don't know..."

(End of this chapter)