Han Xu widened his eyes, staring at Chen Fan.
More than three thousand pieces of Elite-level Fierce Beast materials?
Was it a slip of the tongue, changing three hundred to more than three thousand?
As for just over thirty.
Given his several encounters with the person in front of him, saying he brought more than thirty pieces of Elite-level Fierce Beast materials would be underestimating him, but thirty pieces of Commander-level Fierce Beast materials might be more plausible.
Chen Fan, however, seemed to pay no attention to his expression and glanced around before saying, "Chairman Han, space here is limited, we need a larger place."
"A larger place? Well, of course there's a larger place, but,"
Han Xu swallowed, "Brother Li, are you really not joking with me? Did your team actually kill more than three thousand Elite-level Fierce Beasts this time?"
