This was no longer merely a prank; it was retaliation. Radvijev, Stephen, and the others saw this clearly and began persuading Sanyou Weimen.
"Now is not the time for revenge. You need to take your people back immediately. Lu Yang temporarily lacks the ability to occupy your region. He cannot accept a territory surrounded by enemies on all sides. But if he loots and causes trouble, the longer you delay, the greater the damage you will suffer. The more time passes, the worse the harm to your foundation will be," Radvijev said.
Everyone nodded. They could all see it clearly. Above Sanyou Weimen's region was Steiger's Gods Cavalry Regiment. No matter how foolish Steiger was, he would never allow Lu Yang to carve out such an attack route. To the left were Anatoly's three Ugandan national guilds, below were Roland's Austrian and Irish guilds, along with the fickle Olma. Anyone would find such a region too hot to handle. Only someone as clever as Sanyou Weimen could maintain good relations on every side.
Sanyou Weimen also considered himself a clever man. Among these guild presidents, he had always believed himself to be the cleverest. Yet this time, he had been played by Olma, whom he considered the biggest fool. The arrogant Sanyou Weimen could not accept it at all. For the first time, he lost his composure before everyone. After smashing several tables, he glared furiously at Radvijev and asked, "What should I do now?"
Radvijev said, "Give all your interests in Claudio's occupied territory to Olma. Have him open the passage and make sure you can return home within two weeks."
"I..." Sanyou Weimen furiously drew his longsword and split another table apart. He had occupied more than seventy fortresses in the Claudio Region, and he had fought with