Of course.
He didn't need to spell out all those finer details for Zhou Mo and the others. After spending these days together, anyone who wasn't blind could tell he was different from ordinary Builders. The most obvious difference was that his buildings clearly cost fewer resources.
But that was still only speculation. There was no need to confirm it.
Chen Fan controlled the Cannon Tower on the Blockhouse outside the City Wall, blasting several more shallow pits into the rock face above Cave No. 1. These were all part of the Crocodile's workload tonight, assuming it wasn't tired.
For now, he had no spare eerie stone to build more Level-5 Cannon Towers.
He had plenty of White Grade Mourning Lanterns. He had confiscated over a thousand of them back then; he just didn't have enough eerie stone. He would dig the holes first and prepare for the future.
Once he had finished all that.
He turned to look at the Crocodile. It immediately understood, opening its enormous mouth and slightly curling up the tongue pressed against its lower jaw. Streams of green liquid shot out, accurately striking the shallow pits he had blasted with the Cannon Tower.
"Impressive."
Chen Fan couldn't help murmuring his admiration.
What exquisite targeting.
It was as though this Crocodile had been created for the sole purpose of digging holes.
But just then—
The Crocodile kept curling its tongue with all its strength, but no more green liquid came out, as though it had exhausted its supply. It turned toward Chen Fan, scooped a hole in the ground with one forefoot, and kept pointing its head toward the Canyon.
He understood.
It meant... it was running low on liquid and needed to go home to replenish it.
"Go ahead."
Yet the Crocodile still didn't move.