Olma looked at Lu Yang with a face full of piety and pleading. "Attacking you before wasn't my idea. I only went along with the crowd. How about this? Our two guilds agree not to invade each other. I acknowledge your occupation of the Black Gauze Region and half of the Eight Nation Alliance's territory. The other half goes to me. Is that acceptable?"
Lu Yang sneered inwardly. Olma was quite the schemer, still thinking of taking half the Eight Nation Alliance's territory. Did he really think his tens of millions of exhausted players could withstand the Iron Blood Brotherhood's attack?
The reason Lu Yang was not attacking Olma now was that he feared Sanyou Weimen, Radvijev, and the others would return to fight him to the death, giving Claudio and Harreken a chance to rise again.
The regions those two occupied were too remote. Rising again would be effortless for them. Lu Yang did not want to eliminate the Eight Greatest Guilds in the central region only for a stronger Claudio and Harreken, with higher levels and greater strength, to suddenly emerge. Therefore, he would rather have Radvijev, Sanyou Weimen, and the others continue their fierce assault on Claudio and Harreken's territories.
Lu Yang said to Olma, "I'm a little tired today. Let's leave it at that. If we have the chance tomorrow, we can continue our discussion."
After saying that, Lu Yang hung up. Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Olma slammed the table in fury and cursed wildly. "That greedy bastard! He actually wants all the Eight Nation Alliance's territory. I will never give it to him."
Tulabi, Black Edge, and the other vice presidents watched Olma anxiously. Hearing his words, Black Edge said, "I suggest giving up the entire Eight Nation Alliance territory. If