Hoo—
Zhang Feng breathed out lightly,
"Stop standing still, start skinning and getting the meat.
Maybe we can make some anti-scratch gloves.
With the skin quality of evolutionary beasts, it feels like we won't need to process it, and it won't crack when worn."
"Alright..."
Old Gao and the others snapped out of their shock, picked up their tools, and began skinning and butchering with their clumsy skills.
'Is Zhang like a martial arts expert from TV?'
'Can a normal person really do this? Kill a six-meter-long crocodile?'
As they worked, they kept glancing at Zhang Feng standing with a knife.
"Cut from that side." Zhang Feng kept an eye on the surroundings while occasionally slicing the crocodile skin, ensuring most of it remained intact.
"Just slice the meat quickly."
Zhang Feng felt the noise was loud earlier, and if there were zombies nearby, they might swarm.
An hour passed safely.
Everyone had skinned and carved the crocodile meat, and everything was normal here.
