The more than four million Double Headed Eagle Guild players outside Vanguard Stronghold were stunned. The players guarding Yaraer Mountain Stronghold were stunned. The more than two million players outside the stronghold preparing to return were stunned. Radvijev was stunned as well.
"Damn you, Chekov!" A guild board member rushed up to Chekov with a savage expression and roared, "Do you know what you're doing? You're making us give up two-thirds of our territory, do you understand?"
Chekov looked at the board member disdainfully and said, "I'm in charge now. Get out of my way."
This director had been among those who had urged Radvijev to expel Chekov. Now, being mercilessly humiliated by Chekov in front of millions, his face alternated between red and white.
Radvijev came before Chekov, breathing heavily, and stared at her. "Give me a reason."
He had already made up his mind to reclaim control of the guild. Clearly, Chekov was ruining him, ruining the entire Double Headed Eagle Guild.
Just as everyone expected Chekov to sneer at Radvijev, she suddenly burst into tears. Looking utterly helpless, wronged, yet stubborn, she gazed at Radvijev and said, "Guildmaster, I had no choice. Even with the full strength of our guild, we have no way to defeat the Iron Blood Brotherhood in the desert and grasslands. There's simply no terrain to defend. The Iron Blood Brotherhood can split into four shifts and bring people in from every region to attack day and night. How many days can we hold? One day, two days, or three?"
The entire scene fell silent.
Radvijev panted and asked, "Then why did you come back? To help Lu Yang bankrupt the guild?"
Still wearing that tearful yet stubborn expression, Chekov said, "No, I came back to save everyone. Perhaps Guildmaster Radvijev cannot understand