Bloodwing, president of the Blood Fiend Empire, wore an unhappy expression as he said, "When will Olma and Sanyou Weimen be able to launch their attack? If we fight now, how is that any different from throwing our lives away?"
Dark Emperor, president of the Black World Royalty guild, also looked displeased. "You want us to clash head-on with Lu Yang's main force? We have no chance of winning."
Their original plan had been to join forces with twenty small guilds and form a super guild. While Lu Yang's Iron Blood Brotherhood was fighting the seven strongest guilds, they wanted to seize one or two strongholds and become bosses themselves. They had never intended to confront Lu Yang directly.
Guild presidents of every size around them wore the same expression upon hearing this. None of them wanted to fight Lu Yang head-on. Everyone knew that without outside assistance, they could not defeat Lu Yang on their own.
"Alice, you're not using us as stepping stones to pave the way for the seven strongest guilds, are you?"
"If we fight like this, won't we burn through everything we have?"
The group began pointing fingers at Alice.
Alice showed no fear at the sight. Instead, her face carried a trace of mockery. She slammed her hand on the table in anger and said, "You want to occupy strongholds without paying a price? Do you think the presidents of the seven guilds are idiots? Either follow my orders now, or get out of here and disappear from my sight. I don't have time to waste on nonsense with you."
The guild presidents all froze. Was it too late to leave now? They had already boarded Alice's ship. Even if they wanted to go, they would have to ask whether Lu Yang would