Chen Rui frowned upon hearing this, then waved his hand with a nonchalant expression.
His gaze fell on the two burlap sacks covered in pig dung, revealing a strong sense of disgust in his eyes.
With disdain, he pursed his lips and spoke with a hint of impatience: "Hmph, these two are already so filthy; it doesn't matter if they're dead or alive, Jiang Qi didn't specify which."
Chen Rui's words were filled with contempt and disdain, as if the individuals inside those burlap sacks were worthless in his eyes. He was unwilling to even approach the sacks, standing afar with his eyes full of aversion.
He felt Ye Qingchen's question was unnecessary; they were merely sheep waiting for slaughter, why bother to check?
Thinking this, Chen Rui looked once more at the pig dung-covered sacks on the ground, filled with excitement. It was as though he could already see Jiang Qi's renewed admiration for him when he presented these two people tomorrow.
