Everyone nodded.
The next day at noon, which was late at night in Europe, just as both sides were preparing for a second round of haggling, Lu Yang arrived as scheduled.
At the main table on the third floor, Sanyou Weimen, Chekov, and the others watched him approach with smiles.
"You're here." Lin Song came to Lu Yang's side and led him over to the group. Chekov was the first to speak. "President Lu Yang, we've discussed it. We can agree to your terms, but you must agree to ours..."
Seeing that Chekov was about to continue spouting nonsense, Lu Yang smiled and raised a hand to cut her off. "I came here today to officially inform you all that the war has begun."
Everyone stared at Lu Yang in shock. No one had expected him to declare war just like that. Chekov, Sanyou Weimen, Steiger, Roland, and Liu Jie all stood up at the same time.
Liu Jie glared at Lu Yang. "You're the one who started this conflict. Think carefully about the consequences."
Lu Yang sneered. "It was bound to happen sooner or later. Come on, feel the atmosphere of war. I'm ready. Let's see whether you're ready too."
"President Lu Yang," Lin Song hurriedly called out.
But Lu Yang ignored her completely. He turned and left the restaurant, taking out a teleportation scroll and flying to Qingyue Stronghold.
Xia Yuwei was already directing her subordinates to assemble. Lu Yang no longer needed to say anything more. He only needed to wait for the war to begin.
This was the most open and aboveboard war possible. Neither side had used many schemes; it was purely a head-on clash of strength. Thus, four hours later, when more than twenty million players from the Iron Blood Brotherhood's southern front advanced