Lucy Nation's Hedong Office.
"Bang!"
A burly, middle-aged white man shoved open the office door with a newspaper in hand. "Hey, Victor, big news!"
"Yevgeny, I'm pretty sure I reminded you to knock before coming in... Never mind. You mean Godchen auctioning Demigod Meat?" A bearded white man looked up at Yevgeny, who didn't seem the least bit bothered, and helplessly raised the newspaper in his hand.
"So you've already seen it. This should be the one Godchen killed in the other world." As he spoke, Yevgeny casually picked up a cigarette from the desk, pulled one out, and lit it. He took a deep drag, then tapped the headline with his thick fingers.
"Judging by Godchen's usual antics, I reckon this is going to be a huge lot. At least several tons. We can't let this pass us by!"
"Our office doesn't have that kind of budget," Victor said, shaking his head. "The embassy in the capital couldn't afford this much Demigod Meat either."
Whether in Great Xia Nation or Lucy Nation, God Corpses were strictly controlled strategic resources, under the authority of the supreme wartime committee. They were practically priceless, and their value was difficult to measure in money.
The moment this hit the market, it was as if a nuclear bomb had gone off.
Anyone with money would go to the auction, even if it meant selling everything they owned.
With the limited funds at their office's disposal, they could probably manage to buy a pound or two at most.
"You've got the wrong idea. Did I say we should buy the whole lot?" Yevgeny flicked ash from his cigarette and asked, puzzled.
"Then what do you mean?" Victor asked, thoroughly confused.
"Have you ever taken divine blood?" Yevgeny asked. "Pure divine blood!"
"No." Victor shook his