The Ita

As Lü Yangsheng frowned in thought, a knock suddenly sounded at the door. Slightly irritated, he told the person to come in and saw one of his underlings walking over with a beaming smile.

"What is it?"

Lü Yangsheng's tone was unfriendly.

"General Manager Lu, good news! A client said he's a close friend of the owner of Revival Game Studio. He's willing to help us contact that owner and get him to send people to help us!"

"What?!"

Lü Yangsheng froze for a moment, and wild joy immediately surged through him.

There were plenty of experts at that game studio—Lü Yangsheng had personally verified that.

He had specifically found some accounts with barely sufficient stats and handed them to that studio to fight bosses. To his surprise, they had cleared every single one on the first try.

That was precisely why he had decided to place an order back then. He just hadn't expected them to refuse orders.

"Which client? Give me his contact information. I need to thank him properly."

"General Manager Lu, here's the situation..."

The salesman explained Han Yang's conditions. Lü Yangsheng waved a hand. "Isn't it just turning on the production line to make him some equipment? Easy. Tell President Han that if this really works out, I won't take his money. It'll be free."

When Han Yang received Lü Yangsheng's call, his spirits lifted.

Free production for me? Fine by me. Saving money was always good.

"General Manager Lu, I talked to my buddy. He agreed to handle fifty accounts for you. But he doesn't like moving around, so he'll log in from his own studio. He won't be coming over in person."

Lü Yangsheng frowned instinctively. "It's fine if he doesn't come, but... only fifty accounts? This is a guild battle. Both sides have more than four hundred participants. Is he short on manpower, or... President Han, don't worry. Money isn't an issue."

Han Yang smiled. "My buddy said it isn't a manpower issue. It's just that fifty accounts are enough for him. Oh, and he needs command authority for the guild battle."

Lü Yangsheng was somewhat uneasy. "You're that confident? President Han, this guild battle is very important to me. Shouldn't we play it safer?"

Han Yang said, "How about this, General Manager Lu? I'll leave now and meet up with you. If we lose the guild battle, not only will my buddy take no money, but you can deal with me however you want. If we win, then you make the equipment for me. How does that sound?"

Lü Yangsheng slowly relaxed.

These days, what wealthy man didn't keep some underworld forces under his command? Killing one or two people was like child's play. It was nothing at all.

He had already made his attitude clear. The other party knew how important this guild battle was to him, and naturally knew what he might do if they lost.

Yet under such circumstances, Han Yang still dared to come alone and leave himself at his mercy. He had to be confident.

"Fine. I'll be waiting for you, President Han."

After hanging up, Han Yang checked the computers and robots, confirmed that there were no malfunctions, then got up and headed straight for the airport.

It was rather funny. Han Yang had never lacked money growing up, yet he had never flown even once.

While waiting in the first-class lounge, Han Yang suddenly saw several people hurry in from outside. They enthusiastically held the door open, while a few others stood nearby and stopped several people who wanted to leave.

"Why are you stopping me? I need to go out!"

"Who are you people? What right do you have to stop me?"

The people who had been stopped refused to comply and immediately began arguing. But after the others whispered something to them, the arguing passengers instantly fell silent and obediently stepped aside.

Han Yang watched from the corner of his eye, his gaze narrowing slightly.

The next moment, a tall, skinny figure entered. He was like a bamboo pole, his entire body covered in silver-white clothing made from some unknown material. The people beside him immediately gathered around him like stars surrounding the moon.

Only after the tall, skinny figure passed through the lounge entrance did normal traffic resume.

An Ita.

So thin, so tall, and dressed in a lightweight spacesuit. He had to be an Ita.

Han Yang had only ever seen them on television before. This was his first time seeing one in the real world.

The Ita held his head high and stared straight ahead as he walked directly past Han Yang.

Several first-class passengers were queuing ahead. When the Ita approached, someone immediately drove those first-class passengers away.

The Ita boarded the plane directly, while several humans following him handled the boarding procedures there. The airport staff showed no intention of stopping them, as if they had long since grown accustomed to it.

Han Yang sighed inwardly.

Not long afterward, Han Yang boarded the plane as well. But although departure time arrived, the plane showed no sign of taking off.

The passengers began discussing it among themselves. After another full half hour, yet another tall, thin Ita entered, also dressed in a silver-white lightweight spacesuit, and sat diagonally in front of Han Yang.

With the arrival of that Ita, the plane immediately began moving away from the jet bridge to prepare for takeoff.

Only then did Han Yang understand that hundreds of people on this plane had been made to wait for dozens of minutes just for one Ita.

Han Yang stared at the back of the tall, skinny Ita, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

But in the end, he did nothing.

He had no ability to change the current situation, so he could only endure.

The plane took off smoothly and eventually reached an altitude of over ten thousand meters, traveling at nearly the speed of sound to the city where Lü Yangsheng was located.

After meeting Lü Yangsheng and exchanging pleasantries, the two quickly settled the account-leveling arrangements for the next day.

The following morning, Lü Yangsheng handed the account information over to Han Yang. Through the mobile network, Han Yang connected directly to Fuxing Base, suspended all other account-leveling jobs, and began controlling the robots to log into the accounts.

There were more important things to do now. He could not worry about a little reputation.

The fifty accounts were soon logged in.

"My buddy said that this morning, we'll first train our coordination. The four hundred participants will be divided into fifty groups, and each of the fifty accounts my buddy controls will serve as a group leader. He'll be responsible for command. Everyone else just needs to follow orders."

Perhaps because they had already heard of Revival Game Studio's reputation, all the specially invited gaming experts present behaved obediently. No one raised any objections.

Objections? Take a trash account and clear the Snake Emperor first, then talk.

Once everything was ready, Lü Yangsheng shouted, "Alright, everyone will follow the Revival owner's command today. Let's start with a large-scale dungeon."

Han Yang watched as the three hundred and fifty people finished preparing. With a thought, fifty robots controlling game characters at Fuxing Base thousands of miles away immediately moved. Another fifty robots began rapidly typing away at their computers.

The text they typed was immediately converted through a voice conversion program into different voices and transmitted into the ears of every group member.

"Our first group will clear the mobs on the left flank. I'll hold the monsters when the time comes, and everyone else just needs to deal damage."

"Our second group..."

"Our eighteenth group will be responsible for the main assault on the boss from the side."

"Our fiftieth group will be responsible for cover."

Han Yang multitasked across fifty channels, arranging everything in perfect order.