Old Tao truly had no desire to waste words with him. He sneered and pointed it out:
"I remember that Sky Abyss Remnant Tribe field-grade officer. Mixed-bloods are fairly rare to begin with, and combined with his unusual build, he'd be quite sought-after among collectors.
"Selling experimental materials might only yield three to five times the profit. Selling collectibles, though, could bring thirty to fifty, even three hundred to five hundred times."
The Butcher immediately denied it. "How could it be that high? Neither materials nor collectibles fetch that much."
Old Tao continued sneering as they entered the relevant area.
It was a packaging workshop. The materials processed earlier would receive their final packaging here before being loaded into unpowered smuggling pods.
The workshop was quite busy at the moment. In truth, the Butcher had intended to clear out his stock before this situation erupted, then make his escape.
He had not expected Old Tao to arrive so quickly and catch him red-handed.
Their timing was still unfortunate. One of the underlings the Butcher had secretly arranged earlier had just entered as well, carrying a transparent case.
Old Tao had sharp eyes and recognized it at once. "That one, right? It doesn't look like it was being packaged separately for shipment either."
What he left unsaid was: It looked more like it had just been transferred here from somewhere else.
The Butcher cursed under his breath. His men were too slow, so he could only brazen it out and pretend not to know, calling out loudly:
"What are you standing around for? Bring that thing over here."
At his words, the underling turned around to look at the two of them, seeming momentarily dazed.
But Old Tao did not need him to speak. Inside the transparent case he held was