Another flash of light vanished from the summit of Thunder Mountain. Lu Yang kept flying, but before he reached the next location, Zhou Tianming, who was guarding Rainbow Stronghold, sent him a video call. "Boss, there's something I can't figure out."
Lu Yang laughed. "There's something even you can't figure out? Tell me about it. I'll help you analyze it."
Zhou Tianming said, "Papanoyev, Chekov's general defending Mount Ayala, wants to surrender. He wants to trade Mount Ayala for ten million dollars in cash. I think it's a scam, but I can't be sure. If it isn't, we'll miss a great opportunity."
If it had been someone else, Lu Yang might not have been certain. But Papanoyev? Lu Yang could guarantee that man was trying to deceive them.
"Papanoyev would never surrender. He's Chekov's loyal supporter—or rather, her suitor. Others may not know it, but our spy has already had drinks with Papanoyev in real life. The old bastard admitted it himself," Lu Yang said with a smile.
Zhou Tianming could not help laughing. "Are Chekov's people already this full of holes?"
"Our intelligence network has penetrated very deeply now," Lu Yang said. "The key is not that we're too strong, but that our enemies are too weak. After so many years of fighting, we've grown stronger, and naturally, they've grown weaker. Don't take them too seriously. Tell Papanoyev we refuse his surrender. We'll meet on the battlefield in six months."
He said six months, but Lu Yang's real plan was to move in two months. By then, the New Year would be over and everyone would be back in school.
Lu Yang had once preferred fighting during holidays, but now he preferred fighting during normal working hours. He had six million standing players who could join the war at