A crystal the size of a quail egg lay in Fu Guai's hand, while fresh blood dripped from the gap between his fingers to the ground. Seeing this, the woman did not dare to even breathe and could only shake her head.
Thinking that she did not want the crystal, Fu Guai nodded and put the crystal in his pocket. Then, he looked at the group of people and pointed at the eagle.
"W-we do not want it," one of the men quickly said.
"Brother, you are the one who killed it, so that thing is yours," another man added.
Hearing this, Fu Guai raised his eyebrows. For him, the most precious part of the mutant eagle was the crystal core, and he had already taken it.
By right, the carcass should be given to this group. After all, he had come later and snatched their prey.
He never expected that these people would be so polite and knew how to return kindness. Since they insisted, he also did not want to embarrass them by refusing.
