Hell Messenger returned to the battlefield and looked at Wu Shaozhen. "Is this enough now?"
By then, he had lost every piece of equipment, and his level had dropped from 49 to 39. He had fallen from an elite player to the level of a third- or fourth-tier player.
Wu Shaozhen glanced at him and nodded. "All right. Discuss the compensation with Dreamlight Dance."
Then Wu Shaozhen looked around. "You can go after my people, but first consider whether you can withstand my retaliation. I never need evidence before I act."
With that, Wu Shaozhen turned and left, leaving everyone looking bewildered...
"Did Hell Messenger go after someone close to Dustseal? Was he really that bold?"
The leaders of several major guilds in the crowd shuddered inwardly, relieved that they had never made a move.
Meanwhile, Young Master Huang, Leng Yue, Dreamlight Dance, and the others in the crowd were overwhelmed with emotion. At that moment, they truly felt a warmth in their hearts...
Dreamlight Dance in particular was filled with conflicting emotions. Blushing, she thought, Hmph, shameless. Who said I was one of your people...?
As they watched Wu Shaozhen leave, everyone from the Gate of Hell let out a huge sigh of relief. They gathered around Hell Messenger, but none of them knew what to say...
"Let's go back." Hell Messenger sighed, then led the members of the Gate of Hell away.
After leaving, Wu Shaozhen teleported straight to Dream City. He was quite curious about the first player-owned city...
Dream City was absolutely packed. Everywhere he looked, there were people.
The buildings in Dream City differed from those in the other main cities. They were built entirely in the style of ancient Chinese architecture, giving countless players a sense of familiarity.
The city had everything, from medicine