"Clean up the battlefield! Pack up all the valuable stuff from these beasts for me!"
Standing where he was, Qin Fan saw the silhouette of the old man darting over from afar and spoke up immediately.
The old man, a few hundred meters away, was dumbfounded upon hearing Qin Fan's words.
What the hell?
Clean up the battlefield?
Do these animals really need to be dissected and packed up?
"Boss, what's the deal? What do you need with these broken things?" the old man shouted in confusion from afar.
If Qin Fan were an ordinary person, this would be easy to explain.
But this is a monster even more defying of heaven than a superior who's lived for hundreds of years!
Would this stuff be of any use to him?
One has to say, the old man was stuck in a fixed mindset.
In his view, it seemed reasonable for Qin Fan to be untouched by worldly smoke and fire!
"Enough with the nonsense! Get on with it!"
Too lazy to explain further to the old man.
