How could one catch the Snake King without entering its den?
Even Li Bai had to give the quick-thinking farm manager credit. Just one casual remark had changed the situation at once.
He had taken the people from American Damon Company, who had no grievances with Li Bai to begin with, and stirred up a conflict between them, as if he'd conjured it out of thin air.
"Who can figure out how to catch the Snake King? I'll reward them handsomely!"
Bowden Crison stared at the two breeding chambers, No. 1 and No. 2, and felt a headache coming on.
He wasn't rash enough to fall for it and start a conflict with Li Bai.
Even a fool could see that someone the farm itself didn't dare provoke was no harmless good Samaritan.
A sturdy young man among the entourage spoke in a low voice. "Mr. Bowden, I'd like to give it a try."
He was a former member of the US Military's Delta Special Forces. Not only was he an excellent fighter, he also had extensive wilderness survival experience and had dealt with all kinds of snakes, bugs, rats, and vermin.
Before coming here, he had also received training from snake experts. He carried serum for dozens of venomous snakes and poisonous insects in his body, giving him considerable resistance to toxins. Even against a king cobra, he could hold out for quite some time.
"That's the Snake King, Mr. Edie. Are you sure you can handle it?"
Not everyone Bowden Crison had brought along was an ordinary business employee. A few were specialists.
"No problem. I'll need Bennett and Alvira to help me."
Edie Brandon, a former Delta Special Forces soldier, looked toward the others.
"No problem, Edie. I'll help you."
The speaker was Bennett Hansen, a former