Old Dad left the cabin first and returned to the deck. The taut expression on his face gradually relaxed, and he was in an unusually good mood.
He took out a transparent, narrow-necked bottle with a fat goldfish inside. It looked as though the fish had been put in when it was tiny, then grown too large and become stuck.
As the goldfish grew bigger and bigger, cracks began appearing on the bottle's surface. The fish nearly burst it, but it never quite broke.
Crack.
Another crack appeared on the bottle, and the goldfish inside seemed to have grown even fatter.
It could not move, however. Only its mouth could barely open and close.
"Soon. Two more years at most, and I'll have reached the quota..."
A smile appeared on Old Dad's face.
This goldfish bottle was actually a Collector's Contract Item, and one of the highest grade at that.
Through trading, the goldfish inside would gradually grow. Once it burst the bottle, releasing it into the sea would summon the Collector.
When that time came, Old Dad would make one final trade with the Collector. He had spent nearly three hundred years preparing for it.
Inside the cabin.
Yang Yi took out his toolkit, ready to demonstrate his "outstanding" surgical skills.
Before that, however, he asked where the goods sold by the Grafting Order were.
"In the white tent up ahead, around the corner to the left. They specialize in organs, corpses, and things like that," Bales said, pointing ahead.
"Oh, all right." Yang Yi nodded and looked at Su Na, who stood a short distance away. "Assistant Su, come give me a hand..."
Several minutes later.
Screams like those of a pig being slaughtered carried far, drawing the guards' attention, but none of them intervened.
"Gently... gently...