A sinister smile appeared on Qiu An's face as he said, "Although I no longer have the authority to manage the Eight Nation Alliance's daily affairs, I know where they level up every day. Ordinary players don't matter, but those elite players wearing level 140 dark-gold equipment—if you ambush them, this Friday's war will definitely be easy for you to win."
Lu Yang cooperatively put on a delighted expression. "How many can we catch?"
"At least one million," Qiu An said. "Previously, while researching dungeon strategies in Heavenly Origin God City, we found a relatively easy level 140 Nightmare-difficulty dungeon. But then the independent player uprising and the war with you happened, so we had no choice but to find another dungeon. We bought information about this one from a studio. It's inside a level 140 dark-gold map south of the Qingling Plains. If you send people to ambush them there on Thursday morning, the Eight Nation Alliance will definitely suffer a devastating blow."
If Qiu An was telling the truth, Lu Yang truly wanted to set up an ambush. If they won, this war would essentially be over. But he knew the chances of that were minuscule.
"Where exactly is it?" Lu Yang asked.
Qiu An did not answer. Instead, he looked at Lu Yang with an amused expression, as if to say that it was time to discuss the terms.
"How about this?" Lu Yang said. "I'll give you ten million Credit Points in exchange for this information."
Qiu An repeatedly shook his head. "Too little. I don't want to join your guild. Give me ten million U.S. dollars."
Lu Yang laughed. This kid had quite an appetite. If the information he provided was fake, Lu Yang would not only lose money, but also lose men.
"I can