Action speaks louder than hesitation.
Chu Guang immediately found an ax and chopped the joint of the Crack Claw Crab's hind leg, severing a piece almost as long as a baseball bat.
And really, this crab leg looked pretty solid—heavy and long, weighing at least six or seven pounds, enough to stuff two or three people.
The white crabmeat in the shell looked tender like tofu, filled with high-quality protein and fats.
Despite its ugliness and muddy exterior, which seemed impossible to clean, the meat inside was surprisingly delightful.
Hungry because he hadn't had lunch, Chu Guang randomly picked a passing player and had him summon Crow to the room at the sanatorium.
Before Crow could even ask why she was there, Chu Guang handed her the crab leg and showed her the meat.
"Can it be eaten?"
Crow looked dumbfounded and hesitantly nodded.
"Uh, maybe?"
There was no sign of it being green.
Still, verbal assurance wouldn't cut it.
