The moment Zhao Gang finished speaking, everyone present fell silent, exchanging bewildered and grim looks.
The third phase required them to proactively provoke Tingfeng, a man currently under the watchful eye of every major power. How was that any different from a suicide mission?
But Zhao Gang was, after all, a manager in the Evil God Alliance. Not only was he a man of high status and immense power, but he was also a child of fortune, favored by the Void Evil God himself.
Even though they were filled with dissatisfaction and resistance, they could only suppress their anger. They didn't dare utter a single word of protest, so they could only nod one after another, reluctantly expressing their agreement.
"Alright!"
"Manager Zhao!"
"In two months, we will definitely bring Tingfeng's head to you!"
Zhao Gang slowly narrowed his eyes, a chilling glint flashing in their depths. His tone was calm, yet it carried an unquestionable ferocity.
"No."
He paused, then said, word by word:
