Xia Hong made up his mind and quickly gathered Xia Chuan, Luo Yuan, and the other three.
The five of them held weapons, their upper bodies bare and their foreheads slick with sweat, clearly indicating the substantial impact Xia Hong had just delivered, causing them to plunge into intense training upon their return.
Seeing their diligence, Xia Hong's expression showed a hint of comfort.
"Chuan, how much Cold Beast Meat does the camp currently have in reserve?"
"176,820 jin."
Xia Chuan reported the number almost without hesitation.
Upon hearing this astonishing figure, neither Luo Yuan, Zhao Long, nor Xia Hong showed any change in their expressions, as if it were routine.
Since they were responsible for the hunting, they generally had a rough idea of the number of Cold Beasts they had killed over the past half-year, so the number didn't surprise them.
The meat distribution system seemed highly consuming, but that was based on insufficient hunting ability.
