Meng Chao's vigilance did not slacken in the slightest. He tightened his grip on the backpack in his arms and rasped, "How did you know I was looking for Giant Tooth Crocodile's people?"
"Why else?"
The Senior Harvester's gaze circled once more around the bulging backpack in Meng Chao's arms. Smiling, he said, "Could it be that you want to deal with the monster material trading center of the Superhuman Tower?"
Meng Chao snorted coldly. "Can't I?"
"You can, of course you can—as long as you're willing to pay more than 50% in transaction taxes, Luxury Tax, and strategic resource circulation tax. Oh, and you'll also have to explain where these monster materials came from, along with your real identity."
The Senior Harvester smiled. "Don't joke around, friend. Everyone knows that honestly trading with the Superhuman Tower is something only fools would do.
"Trade with us, and the price will be at least thirty percent higher than the Superhuman Tower's. If you have confidence in your goods, it can even be fifty percent higher. And we'll never ask who you really are, much less care how much... blood-like stuff stained these monster materials before they fell into your hands."
The word "blood" made Meng Chao's pupils suddenly contract.
His gaze struck the Senior Harvester's face like bullets.
With his ferocious look fully exposed, he seemed ready to blast two bowl-sized holes through the man's face.
But the sirens—impossible to tell whether they belonged to fire engines, ambulances, or heavily armed law-enforcement vehicles—were already drawing closer and closer.
The Senior Harvester clasped his hands behind his back, calm and composed, looking like a fisherman waiting for the fish to bite.
The muscles on Meng Chao's face twitched several times in succession before he finally withdrew his gaze.
"I've never dealt with