World-saving Plan: The Only Savior-Chapter 609 - 468: Wildfire Tavern_2

"I’m sorry, they are members."

"Members! You think I’m stupid? Those guys just now clearly came for the first time! You’re discriminating! I’m going to find the consulate, you just wait!"

The man was fuming with anger.

Yet the black bouncer remained incredibly calm, as if he didn’t care about the threat before him.

After venting, the man seemed to realize something, and his voice stopped abruptly.

He looked at the woman by his side and then at the two bouncers, recalling the five men who had entered before, he suddenly had an epiphany.

"Oh... Now I get it, no wonder you won’t let me in, this is a gay bar!"

His words were loud enough that several passersby stopped to listen.

Even the two steadfast bouncers couldn’t help but twitch at the corners of their mouths.

They felt the urge to hit someone.

Thankfully, their professional training helped them restrain their itching hands, and they refrained from blooming a brilliant flower on the other’s face.

Seeing their reaction, the man thought he had hit the nail on the head and immediately wore a smug expression.

"Haha, even if you begged me, I wouldn’t go in now!"

The nearby residents had noticed the change in ownership of the place; at first, no one really paid much attention.

After all, it was just an inconspicuous little tavern on the roadside that hardly anyone noticed.

At best, only a small group of regular customers realized that it was no longer open to the public.

Now, with the man making a scene, the onlookers became curious.

"So it turned out to be a gay bar. I wondered why, after the place changed hands, it suddenly closed to the public."

"Yeah, at first I was puzzled because hefty guys kept going inside every day, but when I wanted to go, they stopped me at the door. Turns out they’re all gay..."

"Tsk, tsk, it’s a shame, such a nice tavern. I used to come here often. Now, it seems I don’t have the guts to go back in..."

"..."

Whispers among the bystanders arose constantly, making the two doormen feel a shiver run down their spines.

Hu Peng and Xun You walked into the room amidst this atmosphere.

They didn’t understand why everyone was giving them those weird looks.

"Dog, we haven’t come to the wrong place, right? This is the Bounty Tavern we set up, isn’t it?"

Hu Peng asked his friend uncertainly.

Xun You was also wearing a baffled expression.

"No mistake, Wildfire Tavern, the name’s even been changed."

He spoke and went to the bar with Hu Peng, inquiring of one of the bartenders:

"What’s going on with those people outside? Just hanging around, don’t you guys need to go out and chase them away?"

The bartender was polishing a glass.

He glanced outside through the long passage and the half-transparent curtain after hearing their questions, then casually said:

"Oh, they? Probably just customers who want to come in for a drink. Since we’ve changed our front of house recently, many still think it’s an ordinary tavern and want to come in, only to be turned away at the door, causing a few to make a commotion like now."

"Oh? So does this happen often?"

"Not often, with John and Cruise the brothers standing at the door, we’ve pretty much got all bases covered. Once in a while, there’s a hard-headed one, but they just end up getting a beating and then quietly leaving."

Hu Peng also asked:

"Then how do the guys at the door differentiate between regular customers and bounty hunters? Don’t they ever stop the wrong people?"

After hanging up the glass, the bartender replied:

"They’re not mistaken, both John and Cruise are veteran hunters. If they hadn’t lost a leg on a mission, they wouldn’t be here guarding the door."

Upon hearing this, Hu Peng and his companion were both somewhat surprised as they turned their heads to look in the direction of the door, not expecting that both men were fitted with prosthetics.

"Don’t worry, even with a leg missing each, they can still take on several of those so-called thugs by themselves."

The bartender seemed to guess their doubts and casually offered an explanation.

"Rest assured, with them here, no one can sneak in. Those ordinary folks and bounty hunters, they can spot them with just a glance."

After saying this, he stretched out two fingers, pointed at his own eyes, then pointed at Hu Peng and Xun You.

"I’m Paul, gentlemen, I see it’s your first time here. Is there anything I can help you with? Are you planning to have a drink, take on a mission, or turn one in?"

At his words, Hu Peng immediately became interested and asked:

"Oh? Are there any missions recently? Where can I check them?"

Paul wiped his hands and then took out a large tablet from under the table, handing it over to them.

"These are the recent missions posted by our tavern; there are also some commissions from other employers. If you haven’t registered yet, you can do so now."

Hu Peng took the tablet and looked at it; he was very familiar with the program inside.

After all, he was the one who had someone develop it, making him akin to a co-developer.

Now, what was displayed on the tablet was an interface of the mission hall.

Mostly, they were missions from within the Wildfire Tavern, with some employers paying extra money to boost their listings.

"Temporary mission: C-level, investigate anomalies in the sewer system of Gaul City, reward 300,000."

"Temporary mission: C-level, investigate the Mutant Beast sightings near Qiquituk Town, reward 300,000."

"Temporary mission: C-level, investigate the Mutant Beast sightings in America’s Hansen Park, reward: 800,000."

"Long-term mission: A-level, submit the bodies of Mutant Beasts, with the reward varying based on the strength and condition of the beast."

"..."

These were all missions provided by the Wildfire Tavern, and upon clicking, one could view detailed information about the content.

Beyond that, there were many private hirings or organizational missions, mostly involving protection and bandit extermination tasks.

Of course, they followed the bounty hunters’ usual standards, not posting tasks that violated the local government laws.

That is also what sets bounty hunters apart from mercenaries.

Mercenaries are the kind who will do anything for money.

Bounty hunters, on the other hand, are more principled; they won’t engage in activities outside the law.

After all, this profession originated in Medieval Europe, where the Church Court used these individuals to chase down fugitives, and the term ’bounty’ was translated from that context.

Actually, according to the original meaning at the time, only the money earned by a lawful hiring could be called a ’bounty.’

The gold coins obtained by violating local laws were merely ordinary compensation.

It couldn’t be called a ’bounty,’ and naturally, they weren’t considered bounty hunters.

Therefore, many bounty hunters look down on mercenaries, and they especially dislike being confused with them.

Now, the Wildfire Tavern established by the Wildfire Team serves as a gathering place for these bounty hunters.

Of course, it wouldn’t be possible with just the members of the Wildfire Team.

Behind them, they had the support of the massive organization known as the Star Alliance.

Just then, an off-road vehicle suddenly pulled up outside the tavern, and several burly men got out.

Two of them walked to the rear of the vehicle and lifted a huge box from the back.

Their arrival further convinced the onlooking crowd that this was indeed the so-called ’gay bar.’

However, the men clearly didn’t intend to linger at the door; they picked up the box and headed straight into the Wildfire Tavern.