The Emperor Crab that was just taken off the veil was even larger than it appeared before, its body covered in formidable spines. After being hauled onto the boat, it kept wriggling. Although its movements weren't particularly fast, they were undeniably fierce and powerful.
Just from this one alone, Gong Zheng weighed it roughly and conservatively estimated that it had to be at least four pounds!
"Damn, is this a live Emperor Crab? It looks so terrifying!"
"This thing must weigh at least four or five pounds, costing a few hundred per pound! Just one would be over a thousand bucks! Yue Feng is making a fortune this time!"
"Something's not quite right, though. The Emperor Crabs I've seen are red. Why is the one Yue Feng caught all dark and gloomy, and so ugly looking?"
"You must be a goof. Haven't you heard the saying 'With great flush comes great despair'? Crabs naturally turn red when cooked!"
