Yet Wenren Sheng's calculation had been correct.
A crow's cry carried two meanings.
One meant six deaths; the other meant thirty-two deaths.
Six people died before the mutated giant beast died, and thirty-two died after it.
It was not funny at all.
To fight over the giant beast's corpse, the ambushers and intruders launched another bloody battle.
Only after thirty-two people had died did they reach an agreement on the distribution and begin carving meat from the mutated giant beast.
Once they finished cutting up the meat, another group arrived.
They swaggered in arrogantly, carrying broadswords and spears!
On the other side were tanks and artillery, yet the ones who became afraid first were the tank operators.
"They're players!"
"These vultures, those damned bastards! They have that monster backing them up, they can revive, so they act without restraint!"
"How much are they trying to take this time?"
A big saber wielder pointed at the crowd. "Eighty percent of all the loot. Remember, eighty percent. You cut up nineteen and a half tons. We're taking sixteen tons!"
Oh, so they were players.
No wonder they used cold weapons. Those weapons were probably specially made, more effective than firearms at injuring mutated creatures.
They were also better suited for transmitting source power.
"No! At most, we'll give you two tons. We brought down the monster, so why should you take the lion's share?" A middle-aged man carrying a sniper rifle emerged from the command post, filled with righteous indignation.
"Hmph, because of this!" The big saber wielder sneered. His figure suddenly vanished, and in the next instant, he appeared behind the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man's upper body fell away from his lower half, and his sniper rifle was tossed aside.
"Hanks!" A woman ran out from the command post and