While Chen Wen was settling down Xiong Ma and preparing to cook marmot back at camp.
Qiangtang Plateau, a place rarely visited by people.
Someone looked at their phone, to be exact, at the animals on the phone screen, and couldn't help but swallow.
"Old Dog, did you see it clearly? Three little snow leopard cubs!"
The man with a scar on his forehead pulled a grin and said to the person in the shadow.
"Scar, don't forget what our goal is."
The one called Old Dog couldn't help but frown, "We need to be cautious; only by keeping quiet can we make big profits!"
"I know, I know, but there's three cubs!"
Scar reached out and scratched his back, "The organization mentioned in the purchasing price, a snow leopard skin is three thousand US Dollars per foot! One live snow leopard is one hundred thousand US Dollars! Live snow leopard cubs are double!"
