An hour later, they arrived at the underground bar of the blue-eyed hunters. The dim lighting created a hazy, disorienting atmosphere that was typical of such places. Though the bar's minimalist decor lacked an aura of extravagance, it still had a sense of elegance and grandeur. The faint scent of alcohol lingered in the air, mingling with the soft background music.0

Usually, the bar of the blue-eyed hunters was quite lively at this hour. These hunters had been in training since they were children and constantly risked their lives from day to day. Though they possessed abilities far beyond ordinary people, deep inside, they still harbored suppressed feelings of frustration and restlessness.0

The bar served as both an intelligence outpost and a place for them to unwind. Many would have a drink before a mission, or indulge in a bottle after it ended. Toasts, loud conversations, and the clinking of glasses were common, and when the mood struck, someone might sing loudly or make a scene. But today, the bar was eerily quiet.0

Even though most of the seats were occupied and an unusually large number of blue-eyed hunters had gathered, their movements were cautious and subdued. Shadows moved in the dim light as figures sat silently, drinking and exchanging quiet glances.0

Each hunter wore a large, black trench coat. When the hunter was seated, the fabric revealed the combat gear strapped to their thighs, waists, and even chests. Each hunter also...0