The Monkey Head Gang base.
Yuan Er glared at the messenger in shock and anger: "What did you say? You want me to hand over the monkey corpses? To give—give them to that refining workshop?!"
He was so furious his hair stood on end, and his eyes were bloodshot. When he shouted, it was as if he wanted to devour someone.
The messenger remained expressionless: "This is an order from Lord Fei Si. Your Monkey Head Gang has deeply disappointed the lord. So many monkey pets have died; how can you shoulder the lord's expectations?"
"On the contrary, it might be better to use these monkey corpses well and produce more mechanical monkeys."
"This year's Fire Persimmon Festival is extraordinary! Even the City Lord is watching closely. You need to think from the big picture."
The mention of the "big picture" immediately made Yuan Er's face pale.
He gritted his teeth and said: "I—I need to think about this carefully…"
