"Eighteen cows, fifty-seven pigs, fourteen dogs, chickens... too many chickens, I forgot the exact number."
Wen Wen's smile was so broad it was nearly crooked, as this meant the Catastrophe Containment Facility could cut a significant portion of its expenses for a long time.
"Those antiques need to be sold quickly, and besides, I should find a wealthy Containment Officer. Dealing with the Sanctuary's finances should not fall on the shoulders of someone as poor as me."
As he was taking inventory, Wen Wen discovered something strange: only the larger animals had their knees shattered.
The critical size seemed to be that of a hen. Animals larger than a hen had all bitten the dust, whereas smaller ones, like chicks, were still hopping around energetically.
Moreover, he hadn't seen the corpses of small animals like mice.
