First Vice President Purple-Gold Giant glared at Olma in displeasure and retorted, "What are you talking about? Explain yourself."
Second Vice President Black Edge was equally displeased. "You rambled on without making any sense. What exactly do you mean? What are you trying to do?"
The two of them had each previously led a super guild of their own, and neither was weaker than Olma alone. Pressured by guilds like Sanyou Weimen all around them, they had joined forces. Yet each still had their own legions. Though they were under Olma's overall command, they retained a degree of independence and were not afraid of him.
The reason they supported Olma was because he could bring in plenty of investment, and because he had the most subordinates.
Olma was also respectful toward the two of them. He patted his head and said, "I was too angry to think straight. But we have to get to the bottom of this. Our Ironstone Stronghold was ambushed. A huge batch of rare Demon Spirit Wood, rare ores, and herbs was stored there—all vital materials for level 170 and above—and they were just stolen."
"How come I didn't know about this place?" Black Edge asked.
"I didn't know either. When did you set this up? Why didn't you put those things in the guild warehouse instead of your own stronghold?" Purple-Gold Giant asked.
Olma felt awkward. He had kept them out of the guild warehouse because he wanted to keep them all for himself, but he could not say that. Blinking, he said, "That's not the point. The point is that they were stolen. Someone must have leaked the information."
Ma Jingming said helplessly, "Shouldn't you be asking the people who knew where those things were? None of us even knew such a place existed.