Ku Ai Bansheng asked, "You didn't hear me clearly? Then pretend I never said it."
Liu Ruohuai hurriedly came to his senses and said, "Boss, I heard you clearly. Boss Lu Yang invited me to join the Iron Blood Brotherhood's War Studio, right? I accept, I accept."
Ku Ai Bansheng laughed heartily. "Fly to Donghai tomorrow. I'll pick you up at the airport myself. You did beautifully this time, kid. You really made me proud. I'll have your back from now on. Come to me if you need anything."
Ku Ai Bansheng was genuinely delighted. Thanks to Liu Ruohuai's orc warrior legion, this Cannon Fodder Regiment of ten thousand men had crushed more than twenty enemy legions, over two hundred thousand players in all. They deserved to have Ku Ai Bansheng personally welcome them at the airport.
"Thank you, Boss." Liu Ruohuai was so excited he barely knew what to say. At a loss, his mind was filled with the urge to immediately tell his older brother and his fellow brothers.
Ku Ai Bansheng said, "Gather your orc warriors. Like you, they have earned the right to enter the War Studio. I'll announce the good news to them."
"Yes." Liu Ruohuai hurriedly took out his simulated communicator and contacted his regiment commanders.
The news spread quickly, and the orc warrior players were ecstatic. They were all survivors from various cannon fodder regiments. They had never expected to achieve such results in this battle, much less join the War Studio directly. From now on, they would have fixed salaries, housing benefits, and the best treatment available. At last, their dream had come true.
While the orc players celebrated, the Shaman Legion, which had performed equally outstandingly, was filled with worry instead.
On the city wall.
Legion Commander Wan Zhonghui, Deputy Legion