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

Three months passed in the blink of an eye.

The Wanzu Ethnic Resort has experienced unprecedented growth in the past three months.

As the four-prefecture allied forces gained a foothold in the outer areas, more and more martial artists flocked to the resort.

Even without rooms available, the resort's retail business remains thriving.

The doors of the Wanzu figurine shop are almost never closed from morning till night.

"Ding-dong! Welcome!"

The doorbell rang incessantly, its crisp electronic sound echoing in the spacious hall.

Blood Elf Candice has successfully taken up a job as a cashier at a figurine shop.

Standing behind the cashier, her small hands transformed into two blurry images, rapidly scanning each item handed over and counting the credit points transferred by the martial artists.

The once empty store interior has now been completely transformed.

Thousands of cylindrical display stands, each taller than a person, rose from the ground, filling the entire hall to the brim.

On the display stand, a holographic force field confines each lifelike and dynamic figurine.

A fiery lion, its body engulfed in flames, paced back and forth atop the pillar, emitting a silent roar.

The Iron-Armed Bear, clad in heavy rock armor, swung its claws, creating ripples around the edge of the force field.

The Thorn Feather Clan, with its metallic wings, hovered in mid-air, its vertical pupils coldly staring at the passersby.

The martial artists formed a long line, weaving back and forth between the display stands, their eyes gleaming with a green light.

"Get me that Thornfeather Clan one! Our squad just happens to need a flying mount for high-altitude reconnaissance!"

"Don't push! I want that Iron-Armed Bear! It'll be amazing at tanking damage!"

Business was booming.

And the source of all this almost entirely points to the six-person demon-hunting team led by Luo Yurou.

Ever since Liu Bo brought out that "small active phased array radar," this squad has been like a hardworking little bee with a full-view vision cheat.

With a detection radius of 5,000 kilometers, it ignores any natural fog and low-level concealment formations.

Their daily routine consisted of watching the radar projection, locking onto the coordinates of the alien royal family, and then precisely airdropping there.

Robbery, monster killing, bloodletting...

He was known as a human-shaped bandit.

The entire process was as smooth and efficient as an assembly line.

During these three months, they traveled back and forth between the B-level area of ​​the Battlefield of the Heavens and the resort. The vast majority of the new dynamic figures in the figure shop were supplied by their team.

As the "chief supplier" for figurine stores.

The commissions earned by Liu Bo, the owner of the radar, have been channeled into a torrent of credit points, flowing into his personal account.

One afternoon not long ago.

Liu Bo had just returned from the battlefield and was sitting on the steps of the specialty products department, covered in blood, to rest.

He casually opened his personal terminal, clicked on his Wanzu Bank account, and wanted to see how much commission he had recently received.

Thanks to the booming sales of the figurines, and considering that Liu Bo was the one who developed the active phased array radar, he took the lion's share of the commission.

When that long string of numbers came into view.

Liu Bo's movements froze instantly.

30 billion!

Earning 10 million a month!

He stared intently at the screen, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, his hands trembling violently.

This was a number he never dared to dream of before!

But at this moment, it truly appeared in his account.

Holy crap.

After uttering two words, Liu Bo rolled his eyes upwards, kicked his legs, and fell straight backwards, passing out.

That is, Qingshan happened to be squatting next to him eating lamb skewers at that time.

The big guy reacted quickly, throwing away the skewer in his hand, grabbing Liu Bo by the back of his collar, lifting him up like a chick, and with a "plop," accurately throwing him into the life-giving spring.

After soaking in the warm spring water, Liu Bo suddenly popped his head out of the water, spat out a mouthful of bathwater, and yelled at the top of his lungs.

"I'm rich!"

The shock caused the other martial artists in the pool to turn their heads and curse him as a lunatic.

I reckon if it weren't for Qingshan's intervention, this newly minted tycoon would probably have suffered a heart attack and died on the steps just from glancing at his balance.