This idea had not been conceived by Sanyou Weimen, Jerz, or any one person. Rather, it was the optimal plan independently devised by each of their think tanks, as if by unspoken agreement.
Looking at Sanyou Weimen's appearance, Sanyou Weimen said with a sigh, "There is an old saying in China: make distant friends and attack nearby enemies. My friend, I do not want to destroy you, but I truly have no way to keep supporting you."
Lu Yang was also watching the video. He sneered and said, "Just as expected, they sold Olma out together."
Xia Yuwei asked, "I was wondering too. I thought you would directly attack Olma. If we are not attacking him, then who are we attacking?"
Lu Yang smiled and said, "That depends on what Olma and I discuss."
Xia Yuwei, Bai Shi, and the others all smiled knowingly. Bai Shi said, "I'll gather the players and prepare to attack Olma right away."
Lu Yang said, "Good. Go."
Everyone left with smiles. That evening, more than ten million Iron Blood Brotherhood players closed in on Purgatory Fortress at once. A great battle was about to erupt.
Looking at the Iron Blood Brotherhood players across from him, Olma was overcome with grief and rage and fell ill in bed. Who would have thought that one day, he too would be betrayed?
"Sanyou Weimen, Tom, Jerz, I want you dead! Dead!" Olma lay in bed, cursing madly.
He could not even log into the game now. The moment he put on the gaming helmet, his brain felt as though it were being pierced. Tulabi sat by Olma's bedside, weeping bitterly as he said angrily, "Brother, how about we make peace with Lu Yang?"
"Make peace?" Olma gave a bitter laugh. "What do I have to make peace