Xiao Ying looked around at everyone curiously. “Are they alive or dead?”

“Raffles! Take a look, what kind of egg is it?” Uncle Mason immediately said.

Raffles picked up an egg from the pile of gooey puke, not minding it despite his mysophobia.

Harry immediately took off his drenched scarf to clean the egg in Raffles’ hand. It was slightly bigger than a quail egg, but a little smaller than a chicken egg. The eggshell was green with a tinge of white, and there were brown spots on it.

“It’s an egg! It’s really an egg!” Raffles lifted his hand up excitedly and inspected the egg under the moonlight. The moonlight shone through the eggshell, vaguely illuminating the egg yolk within. Somehow, it was a touching sight. It was as though...