They had now fired the first shot in their counterattack. Undead Preferred and Twilight Preferred would surely strike back.
...
Time gradually passed.
Soon, it was two o'clock in the afternoon.
Inside the cold storage, it was now mostly empty.
The flesh had been completely divided and delivered to various warehouses.
At the same time, at two o'clock, the truck drivers officially started their shifts. They needed to load the sorted goods onto their vehicles and then deliver them to every pickup point in the nearby twenty cities.
It was also thanks to those creepy live streams that put up some flesh only intermittently, focusing on other products during the rest of the time.
From nine in the morning until two in the afternoon, they hadn't stopped at all. Indeed, their dedication was truly impressive.
Just as the batch of flesh released at two o'clock sold out, a special aura rose within the Crimson Preferred.