"Biological research sample?"
Li Yan's eyes swirled, and without batting an eyelid, he asked, "Could it fetch a decent price from Kuang Zhuoma?"
Song Zuo was quite tactful. He didn't press Li Yan on how he survived under an F1 grenade, and he didn't mention the bizarre and exaggerated shotgun. Instead, he volunteered a piece of information to Li Yan.
Song Zuo glanced at Li Yan's face, gave a light smile, brushed the dirt off his body, and walked towards the small building that had just been raided by the military sabre-wielding living corpse. "The starting price is a hundred thousand. The specific price depends on the contents of the sample. Ha, but we Wilderness Hunters don't have the skill or the eye to assess the value of a sample. We take whatever price we're told."
