After Lu Yang finished making arrangements, the spies lying in ambush within the Iron Blood Brotherhood's territory gathered all the intelligence they had obtained on Jerz's desk as well.
In the conference room of the Orange Stronghold's City Lord's Manor, Jerz tapped the table and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, tomorrow morning in the China Region will be the Iron Blood Brotherhood's time to attack. We know all of their deployment plans. As planned, we have also stationed two million people in each region. We'll fight the Iron Blood Brotherhood day and night and see whether his Iron Blood Brotherhood is stronger or we are."
Jerz's eight vice presidents stood solemnly at once. Margaret, the vice president in charge of intelligence, was an exceptionally beautiful female player. She gracefully said to Jerz, "Lu Yang will participate in tomorrow's battle. His target is the Orange Stronghold."
"Excellent work, my goddess." Jerz praised her, then turned to Andre, the sixth vice president, and said with a smile, "My dear professor, it's time to test your defensive line. Lu Yang has come personally. Don't disappoint me."
Andre's eyes flashed with extreme excitement. Like a lion gone mad in a cage, he gripped the edge of the conference table tightly with both hands and said, "I'm looking forward to the Iron Blood Brotherhood coming here to die. Do you know how much effort my students and I put into arranging this defensive line? It will make the Iron Blood Brotherhood understand that this battle line is a line of death, one they will never cross."
Jerz stared at Andre and said, "If you succeed, I will give you the greatest reward."
Andre spread his hands and burst into exaggerated laughter. "No, no, no. The greatest reward will be successfully stopping the Iron Blood Brotherhood,