Three days later, in the evening.
East Nation.
River City.
In a private room of a winery.
Lionel Yeager and Reginald Weston along with eleven others were drinking alcohol.
Bardon Bard took a big swig of alcohol and said excitedly, "The combat over these past three days has been so damn exhilarating!
I'd like to see if those little shits dare to mess with us in future!"
Nash Macklin also laughed loudly and said, "It's been a long time since I've had such an enjoyable fight. Hanging out with Brother Yeager, life is just too damn thrilling!"
Andrew Stappord shook his head and said, "I feel like the past twenty-something years have gone to the dogs, nowhere near as exciting as these last three days."
"Hahaha...."
Hearing Andrew Stappord's words, everyone started to laugh loudly.
Reginald Weston raised his hand and said, "Brothers, this time we've thoroughly washed the Eight-Country Martial Arts World in blood, greatly dampening their spirit.
