The smell of monster feces was much stronger than that of ordinary beasts.
No matter how harmless the treatment was, it still had a smell.
Therefore, it had to be placed downwind.
Meng Chao was an insider and very familiar with the layout of this type of biochemical industrial park.
Soon, he found the intersection of dozens of sewage pipes. There was a glint from something silver, like the closed fermentation tank of a reactor.
It was dawn.
Many monsters were sleeping.
It was not yet the peak period of excretion, and the public treatment center was running at a minimum.
There were only a few sleepy and lazy workers.
The place was for small- and medium-sized enterprises that raised less than five hundred to six hundred monsters.
It was not a heavily guarded military area.
Meng Chao easily avoided the staff's attention.
