“Got it, boss.”
“Good. You’ve worked hard lately. Come home with me later—your sister-in-law will cook a few dishes. We haven’t had a drink together in a while, so let’s relax a bit.”
Brother Snake knew how to keep his subordinates close—no wonder he’d built a successful business.
As for Zhou Ming, they didn’t discuss him further.
Carrying the two newly purchased Ironthread Snakes, Zhou Ming returned directly to his place.
“Seems my luck’s average this time.”
He carefully inspected the two glass boxes in his hands again. Both contained ordinary Ironthread Snakes—no signs of mutation.
Still, both snakes were in good condition, and Brother Snake hadn’t tried to deceive him.
Seeing no surprises, Zhou Ming didn’t dwell on it. He began implanting Spiritual Seeds, preparing to tame his new beasts.
Thanks to the unique nature of his Spiritual Seeds—and since neither snake had mutated—the process went smoothly.
“Hiss, hiss…”
Three Ironthread Snakes, each a foot long, coiled around Zhou Ming’s right hand. The first one, whose strength had greatly increased after mutation, occupied the center of his palm alone.
It seemed jealousy wasn’t limited to intelligent creatures.
“Time to deal with the trouble.”
Although Zhou Ming had already decided to quit being a Rat Exterminator after taming the three Ironthread Snakes, he still didn’t want to leave behind any potential problems.
Leaving his place after lunch, Zhou Ming headed to the Rat Extermination Station, planning to enter the sewers once more.
Facing Cold Blade and the others, Zhou Ming wasn’t willing to wait even one more night. After all, even a single mosquito could ruin his sleep.
Not long after he entered the sewers, several figures quietly followed behind—clearly, they had been watching him the moment he arrived.
“Here.”
Spotting fresh traces in the black sludge on the ground, the group tailing Zhou Ming quickly determined which direction he had gone.
“Cold Blade, I want the secret behind how that guy catches rats. You can take his money.”
“That depends on what the secret is. If it’s a big one, the cash will just be scraps.”
Cold Blade’s response made Scarred Knife visibly displeased. If not for the backers behind Cold Blade, he would’ve dumped the man into the sludge long ago.
“Hmph. Fine, I’ll make it up to you—but don’t get too greedy.”
“Alright.”
What Cold Blade really thought, however, only he knew.