72 Jazz Dance Doll

"Hehe, brother Ah Fei, we meet again!" After cleaning the battlefield up, the leaders of the four major guilds gathered around Jiang Fei. By then, the boss' body had already disappeared so nobody but Jiang Fei could tell if the boss had dropped any Territory Orders in the end.

"Hahaha, you're all beasts in combat!" Jiang Fei managed a smile. He had not yet completely snapped out of the awe-inspiring large-scale grand battle.

"Hehe, these trifling skills are not worth mentioning…" Billy Boy laughed.

"Looks like you really did a number on The Aristocrats!" Jiang Fei sighed. At least 20,000 players lay dead. Their equipment lay discarded and scattered around them. Only God knew what had spilled out of their backpacks. The higher-ups of The Aristocrats may have escaped through the use of a Return Scroll, but compensating for tens of thousands of average equipment would still put a dent in a tycoon like Happy Drunk!