Having completed the swap, Han Feng silently returned to the shadows, preparing to lie in wait.
Beside the core instrument, an old man and a young man were talking.
Han Feng didn't get close. Instead, he hid within the Sword Tomb Space, listening to their conversation with perfect clarity.
"The efficiency is still too low."
The young researcher curled his lip, his tone disdainful. "Director, the quality of this batch of Sea Beasts is terrible. The conversion rate is less than 3%, and there are too many impurities.
At this rate, it will take at least another half a month to deliver ten thousand units."
The old man, addressed as the Director, sighed.
"There's nothing to be done. The nearby High Tier Sea Beasts have nearly been wiped out. All that's left is the small fry. Maintaining our current output is already our limit."
"Which is why I said you need to consider that other proposal."
The young researcher turned, his eyes glinting with a rational yet horrifying light.
