What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

Meanwhile, in the most inconspicuous, dark corner of the hall...

Liu Bo was hunched over, crouching furtively against the wall, and slowly making his way towards the room.

He had just made a fortune by reselling teleportation scrolls that cost 50,000 credits each.

To prevent being recognized, he put a sack over his head and beat him with a stick.

Liu Bo deliberately found a tattered gray cloth in some obscure corner and wrapped it around his head like a mummy, leaving only his sly eyes showing.

He planned to sneak back to his room to avoid trouble while the crowd's attention was drawn to Feng Lei.

He had only taken two steps when he heard a deafening slam on the table.

Liu Bo stopped in his tracks, ripped off the strange-smelling rag from his head, and his eyes widened instantly like saucers.

"Huh?"

Liu Bo was stunned when he saw Feng Lei standing arrogantly in front of the counter.

How dare he slam his hand on the shop owner's table?

This is ridiculous! The old man is hanging himself with a detonator in his mouth, as if he doesn't want to die in pieces, huh?

Liu Bo's eyes immediately flashed with a strong gossip-loving light.

He glanced around, took out a folding stool from his storage device, and with a "thud," propped it up in the corner before sitting down comfortably.

Then, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of sunflower seeds.

"Won't this guy be clumsy and disorganized all the time?"

Liu Bo munched on the sunflower seeds, popping them into his mouth and cracking them open with a "crunch, crunch" sound.

"Bro? What's wrong with you?"

Beside Liu Bo, a martial artist dressed in black with a full beard was attracted by the sound of cracking sunflower seeds and came closer with a puzzled look on his face.

Liu Bo didn't look up, staring at the counter while giving a vague answer.

"Looks like someone's asking for death."

The black-clad warrior was even more bewildered. Following Liu Bo's gaze, he looked at Feng Lei and said in a low voice.

"What do you mean? Is the owner of this shop very powerful?"

"That Feng Lei is a formidable character at the peak of the Heavenly Sea Realm. It's said he's already touched the threshold of the Qiankun Realm and is about to break through!"

"Pooh!"

Liu Bo spat out a sunflower seed shell, curling his lip in disdain: "Qiankun Realm? Qiankun Realm is nothing!"

He turned his head, looked the black-clad warrior up and down, and said with a hint of smugness.

"Let me tell you, buddy, I'm a regular customer here. You have no idea how shady this place is!"

Liu Bo winked mysteriously.

Do you know Wei Peng?

"The Lord of Shangjing Prefecture, a top-tier expert at the Dao Integration Realm! Isn't that guy awesome?"

"Even when we're in front of the shop owner, we still have to speak to him politely, not daring to even breathe too loudly!"

Seeing the black-clad warrior's shocked expression, Liu Bo became increasingly smug as he spoke.

"That's why I say having a brain is a good thing!"

"All you guys know is fighting and killing. I'm all brains. I've made a fortune reselling reels thanks to this prime location owned by the shop owner."

"This brainless idiot dares to act so arrogantly in front of the shop owner; he's courting death..."

Liu Bo hadn't finished speaking.

"Huh?"

The black-clad warrior suddenly froze.

His expression, which had been listening to the story, froze instantly, and his gaze was fixed on Liu Bo's face.

He examined it carefully for two seconds, then his eyes widened suddenly and his breathing became rapid.

"It's you?!"

The black-clad warrior grabbed Liu Bo by the collar and spat in his face.

"**%￥!"

"You bastard who sold me a 500-credit scroll for 5?!"

"Holy crap?"

"Let go!"

"Forget about credits or anything, just tell me if you came to the resort or not!"

……

the other side.

Xu Tianlin looked at the teacup lid that was still wobbling slightly on the ground, feeling a throbbing headache from Feng Lei's lousy voice.

Xu Tianlin was already in a particularly bad mood because he was constrained by the system's aesthetic requirements.

He slowly raised his head and looked at Feng Lei, who was standing close by, his gaze gradually turning cold.

"The rooms are full."

"What!?"

Feng Lei felt as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

He thrust his enormous head forward, his fierce face almost touching the counter.

"No rooms available?!"

He roared at the top of his lungs, "Are all the people living inside at the Qiankun Realm level?!"

Feng Lei suddenly turned around, his thick fingers sweeping across the crowd in the hall as if he were looking at a bunch of trash.

"If not, go and drag out that weakest, lowest-level trash right now!"

"Throw him out and make room for me!"

Xu Tianlin looked at the extremely arrogant Feng Lei in front of him and his lips twitched slightly.

I knew that with more people around, there would always be troublemakers.

I just didn't expect it to come so quickly.

During the initial period after we first wore the clothes, there wasn't even a fly in the resort.

In order to trick you into converting your credit points into construction points, we might be patient enough to give you some leeway when dealing with such troublemakers.

Now?

Xu Tianlin's gaze passed over Feng Lei and fell upon the densely packed martial artists in the hall, who were still pouring in.

Countless eager customers, waving their credits and waiting to be fed, are just waiting to spend their money.

Who do you think you are?

Do you even know what absolute monopoly means?

Do you even know what a seller's market is?

Xu Tianlin interlaced his fingers, rested his elbows on the table, and his eyes instantly sharpened.

The times have changed.

The roles of offense and defense have shifted.