"I admit defeat," Anthony said very neatly as soon as he came on the court.

"Give up and don't think about it anymore, Mr. Anthony," Nitro did not announce the result directly, but looked at Anthony, if meaningful.

"There is no need," Anthony looked at Nitro and shrugged, "Taking this exam itself is just a game for me. Whether it is successful or not, I didn't care at the beginning."

"That's a pity," Nitro said with a flash of eyes: "You should know that having a hunter license is very convenient. Not only can you enter and exit most areas in the world where ordinary people are prohibited from opening, but you can also enjoy the financing benefits of first-class companies. As for other benefits, you will lose a lot of money with a playful attitude."

"Oh? Is this the hunter license that President Nickro mentioned?" Anthony took out a hunter license from his body and lit it out.

"Is this?" As the president of the Hunter Association, how could Nitro not recognize what Anthony was taking? He didn't even have to take it over and carefully identify it. Nitro was sure that the hunter license in Anthony's hand was real, so he couldn't help but change his face slightly and he looked at Anthony deeply.

"How come you have a hunter license?" Mizaston said in a deep voice. In fact, he already knew the answer in his heart, but it was still not popular to confirm it from Anthony.

Anthony chuckled and flipped the hunter license in his hand with his fingers: "I bought it, it's very cheap."

"Haha, interesting," Nitro said with his eyes narrowed: "This is the first time I have seen a license I bought, it's so interesting."

Compared to the smiling Nitro, the people from other hunter associations are not as good-tempered. Although the Hunter Association does not care about the ownership of the hunter license, otherwise they would not have made a rule without real-name system.

But not caring does not mean that you can accept the provocation. Anthony directly took out a hunter license obtained through illegal channels in front of so many members of the Hunter Association. He also said that it is easy and cheap to get it. What is the difference between this and directly slapping them in the face? Normal people can't stand this excitement, let alone a group of hunters with extraordinary abilities and arrogant abilities.

Therefore, Mizaston, one of the 12 earthly branches of the Hunter Association, was ready to go. As soon as President Nitro said the order, he began to attack Anthony, who spoke wildly, and taught him the principles of being a human being.

Anthony seemed to be waiting for Nitro's statement, and chuckled and stared at Nitro who was calm.

Nitro finally spoke, but did not order the attack as everyone in the Hunter Association expected. Instead, he said with regret: "It's rare to see such an outstanding young man. I'm still looking forward to your performance next year. I didn't expect you to have a hunter license long ago. It's a pity.

In this case, I will announce that one person fails this exam, that is Mr. Anthony Stein, and all the others have become official hunters of the Hunter Association. Congratulations."

He looked at Anthony deeply again, and at the same time, he quietly glanced at the hand Anthony was facing behind him, and Nitro left the room with many examiners.

In the rest room provided by the Hunter Association, Susan pinched Anthony's waist and eyes hard: "Liar! Why didn't you tell me earlier since you have a hunter license? It made me uneasy for so long.

Moreover, why do you say it in front of others and tell them that it is cheap, what is the difference between this and slapping them in the face directly? Are you not afraid that they will attack you directly? You must know that this is their territory."

"Don't worry," Anthony patted Susan's hand and said, "They are good people. How can good people cause trouble for me for their face? What's more... even if they really want to take action, they have to figure out my ability and then take action. It's not a wise move to take action without knowing it."

"Then..." Just as Susan wanted to continue asking, Anthony suddenly kissed her lips directly, until she couldn't breathe, and then said softly in her ear: "Okay, go to bed early. After you get the hunter license tomorrow, we will go back to Youkexin City. Then after handling some trivial matters, we will go home. I guess you miss your brother very much, too."

"Who thinks of him? He is probably having fun with his friends now." Susan said angrily, and before he finished speaking, Anthony pressed on the bed.

In the world of American comics, outside the Stan Group's fashionable laboratory, Brock walked around anxiously, constantly watching the closed door.

"How is the situation?" At this moment, a very familiar voice came. When Brock heard this, he looked at it. It turned out that it was his own boss's father, James, who rushed here.

"I don't know very well, but there should be no big problem. Don't worry, Mr. James," Brock said with a very confident expression, "Even if Mr. Fashion's skills are top in the world, he can definitely keep Johnny."

"I hope this is the case," James said with a deep brow: "Or we would really have no face to see Susan and Anthony again."

Just as the two of them were talking, the door of the laboratory opened and Dr. Fashion walked out of it.

"How is it? Mr. Fashion," James asked first.

"It's okay," Dr. Fashion handled his glasses and said lightly: "The sent is quite timely and there are no sequelae. You can go out after a few days of rest."

"That's good," James and Brock couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard this.

"Mr. James..." Brock hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but say, "Do you want to inform Mr. Franklin and the others? After all, Mr. Johnny is their son."

"Can Johnny be transferred to the general ward now?" James did not answer and turned to ask another question to fashion.

"Yes," dr.Fan certainly knew what his boss's father meant, so he couldn't help but nodded and said, "But be careful when moving, and the recovery time is not as good as here."

"Move out," James was silent for a moment, and then said decisively: "There are too many things that need to be kept secret here. Although I don't think Johnny will leak it, he can't leave him here just in case. And it's not convenient for Susan's family to see him here."

It seems that James decided to tell his family about Johnny's injury, so Brock hurriedly made relevant arrangements.

"Mrs. Gao is really a mess," James couldn't help but say with a gloomy face when he looked at Johnny's twisted and frightened face during the delivery process: "He actually brought the crazy Gotham clown here without the consent of our other gangs in New York, and they were using fear gas. They were simply crazy!"

"Yes," Brock couldn't help complaining when he heard this: "New York has been messed up by them recently. There is also a waste of the situation. Even the situation cannot be controlled. This is the time when New York City citizens were accidentally injured by a war between them. That is, we have this medical condition. Ordinary people who are infected with this kind of phobia fear gas may have to go to the asylum honestly."

"But so is Johnny, too," James said helplessly: "Tell him how many times he has told him that New York is not safe during this period, but he just didn't take it in his heart. He went out to race with his so-called friends in the middle of the night, which was simply... Oh, fortunately, people are fine now, otherwise what should their families do."

Brock didn't know what to say at this time, after all, such things were really impossible to say. New York has been so chaotic lately. Not only was the clown leading Mrs. Gao and others making trouble, but they were exploding with the people in that situation. A green monster also appeared in the downtown New York City and the military.

Just yesterday, another lizard-like monster appeared on the Manhattan Bridge, overturning many vehicles and people. So if a person is not lucky, he may have to go to the west even if he hides at home and doesn't go out.

Therefore, the incident between Johnny and his racing is not very important. If you insist on saying it, it can only be said that luck is a mess, so he can just bear it. Otherwise, if so many people involved in racing, how could his car be overturned by a grenade filled with fear gas?

"By the way, Brock, you send someone to tell Mrs. Gao and the others to send me all the people who have taken action today, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude," James said ruthlessly.

"I understand," Brock quickly arranged.

Looking at Brock's busy figure, he thought about the troubles he had encountered recently, so that James, who had no time to catch fish, couldn't help but complain: "So many messy things are waiting for Anthony to deal with, why is he missing again? By the way, where did Anthony and Susan go? The phone can't be reached. Is there such deep mountains and forests in this world now?"
Chapter completed!