"Brother Loyalty, cleanup's done!"
[Have You Been Loyal Today] jogged back from the other end of the battlefield, Razor Dog black blood still smeared across his face as he grinned. "Fifty-three ordinary Razor Dogs, with an average salvage value of 140 Imperial Coins each. That Hound King's head was smashed, but the psychic crystal plate on its back and the rest of its body sold for 480!"
"7,900 Imperial Coins total. They've all been transferred into the warband's public fund."
Wang Zhong nodded and opened the warband management interface.
A pale-blue holographic screen unfolded before him, densely packed with detailed data from the battle just now:
Each player's kills, damage taken, healing contribution, tactical order compliance...
The system had even thoughtfully given everyone a score.
"Distribute it according to contribution," Wang Zhong said softly.
His fingers swept across the screen, and Imperial Coins flowed out of the public fund, precisely transferred into the accounts of the forty-three players who had participated in the battle.
[ Ding, Imperial Coin +187 ]
[ Ding, Imperial Coin +203 ]
[ Ding, Imperial Coin +165 ]...
Notification chimes rang one after another in the frontline players' ears.
"Fuck! I got 210!"
"I got 190! That's enough to buy a Lasgun!"
"Huge profit, huge profit! This wave wasn't a loss at all!"
Cheers exploded in the cold wind.
Most of these players had endured the brutality of the industrial district. Back then, they had risked their lives stealing ore and only earned eight or nine coins a day. Now, a single battle brought in more than half a month's worth of grueling labor from back then.
Wang Zhong watched their excitement, a smile touching his lips, but his hands never stopped moving.
He transferred another 637 Imperial Coins from his own account. That was the