Half a trailer's worth of White Silver Fruit was set out atop a gentle slope on Yuntai Mountain, one big net bag of White Silver Fruit placed every hundred and fifty meters, extending all the way to within less than three hundred meters of the saltwater croc.

The last net bag of White Silver Fruit, Shen Cong treated like a bowling ball, rolling it toward the enormous crocodile not far off.

Then he jumped into the tunnel, swiftly plugged the entrance with a stone, and used the tunnel to run to another hilltop. Bao Wenhui and the ten other iron people were up on that hilltop making preparations, wiping the bloodstains clean off their armor.

"Commander, the saltwater croc's already taking the bait." Seeing Shen Cong come over, Bao Wenhui immediately said in a low voice.

The enormous saltwater croc, even at several hundred meters' distance, remained clearly visible.

It was eating the White Silver Fruit one net bag at a time, and before long reached the hilltop where the half-trailer of White Silver Fruit was stored. Under the tense gaze of Shen Cong and the others, its great mouth opened and swallowed the half-trailer of White Silver Fruit, wicker baskets and all, straight down. Then it searched back and forth a while, and only after confirming there was no more White Silver Fruit did it crawl back.

Returning to the same patch of mud where it played dead, it flattened down, motionless.

Shen Cong raised his wrist and checked the mechanical watch, waited one minute, then said, "We can go over and test it now."

Bao Wenhui accordingly gave an instruction to one of the iron people, who immediately walked down the hill and stole toward the saltwater croc. White Silver Fruit's dizzying eruption was very swift; if it really had an effect, by now the saltwater croc ought to already be stupefied. That iron person carefully approached, and found that even at a hundred meters the saltwater croc hadn't been startled awake.

Fifty meters, ten meters — the saltwater croc still showed no reaction.

Seeing this, Shen Cong…