บท 65: Cooked

The iron crab on the stretcher wasn't terminally ill as it could still move around.

"This is Mr. Zhang from Maple City's Commerce Chamber," the assistant introduced.

"We'll be in your care, Appraiser Dong!" the middle-aged man in brocade robes said as he saluted Dong He.

Dong He got up and went over to his new client immediately. "There's no need to be so courteous, Mr. Zhang. I will do my best to help your pet beast."

Dong He's heart started pumping upon taking a closer look at the iron crab. There was a chilling air around it and the crab felt frozen to the touch. There was even a layer of ice on its shell.

This was a pretty rare case. At the very least, Dong He had yet to see one himself.

The cases he had come across thus far were trivial instances that were easy to take care of. This one seemed relatively difficult.