To hunt down the Golden Electric Eel, Zhang Ming prepared a large chunk of fresh crabmeat, with a metal dagger embedded inside, along with... a mountain of chili peppers!
Spiciness was, at its core, a kind of pain.
Once intense enough, it was little different from poison.
As long as it dares to eat the crabmeat, the dagger will lodge in its throat and cut it open.
At the same time, the intense heat will hit it all at once.
The chili burning those wounds will cause unimaginable agony. It'll definitely struggle violently. Zhang Ming played out the entire battle in his mind. But the harder it struggles, the worse its internal bleeding will get, and the faster its life will drain away. I'll be able to wear it down until it dies.
Meanwhile, the peppers aren't poisonous, so I won't have to worry about contaminating the eel meat.
"Awoo!"
The turtles cried out in unison and stopped outside the Red Mangrove Forest, urging Zhang Ming not to go any farther.
"Don't worry about me. I've come prepared."
They were clever little devils, every last one of them, watching him with their bright, darting eyes.
Slowly, ever so slowly, they sensed Zhang Ming's determination.
This wasn't a game...
It was war!
People across the world turned their attention to Mirage No. 16.
The drizzle in Mirage No. 16 had lasted nearly forty days, making almost everything impossible to see.
But as the skies cleared, the extraordinary sight of Zhang Ming setting out with the Faraday Cage held high, a great crowd of turtles trailing behind him, appeared before the eyes of the entire world.
This was the first time the Turtle Group had appeared together so clearly on-screen.
In the past, they had rarely appeared on camera.
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