"You two keep busy. I'll go report to the boss. Dinner's on me tonight—we're having a get-together." Chu Xiao glanced at the two of them, then turned and left with a flourish.
In the top-floor office on the thirty-third floor, Lu Yang was watching Turbid Wine, Chu Xiao, Tu Feng, and the others arrange the 100,000 people when the phone beside him suddenly rang.
"Beep beep beep."
Lu Yang pressed the answer button on his watch. The phone's camera lit up and projected the image of a bald man.
"Mr. Lopeggi." Lu Yang looked at the projection in surprise and asked with a smile, "Why are you calling me? Don't tell me you want your money back—I've already spent it all."
Lopeggi laughed heartily. "President Lu Yang, you're as humorous as ever. I'm not here to ask for money back. I'm here to give you more money."
"More money?" Lu Yang asked with a smile. "What's the good news?"
Lopeggi cleared his throat and said, "On behalf of the Second World's officials, I formally invite the president of the Iron Blood Brotherhood to join the World Gaming Alliance and become a team in the Super League."
"A team?" Lu Yang asked.
"That's right, a team," Lopeggi said. "The Second World officials have decided to formally hold a professional gaming league, with the Super League followed by leagues A, B, C, D, and so on.
The league will be held once a week. Each participating side must have at least 50,000 players and no more than 100,000. Both sides will enter designated competition maps, and whichever side wipes out the other first will be declared the winner.
Anyone participating in the league will receive a share of the prize money. Those with major broadcasts will receive even greater shares, while the