2210 Acted overkill
“What’s a consultant?” Ye Wanwan was intrigued.
“In the Twelve Independent States, the Arbitration Council recruits a consultant from every state. To put it plainly, their responsibility is to report their state’s situation to the Arbitration Council,” Patriarch Nie replied.
“How does the Martial Arts Union compare to the Arbitration Council?” Ye Wanwan asked.
Madam Nie smiled. “Worriless Nie, the Martial Arts Union is merely one individual faction. In truth, every state has a group that’s similar to the Martial Arts Union, and this kind of group is simply an imitation of the Arbitration Council.”
Understanding finally dawned on Ye Wanwan after listening to Madam Nie’s explanation. In other words, the Arbitration Council was the authentic version while groups like the Martial Arts Union were merely pirated copies…
“Worriless, keep working hard and maybe one day, you’ll become our state’s consultant for the Arbitration Council. Right now, out of the Twelve Independent States, only our state doesn’t have a consultant,” Patriarch Nie said cheerfully.
“Eh…” Ye Wanwan felt her head swelling. Her martial arts achievements definitely couldn’t compare to her elder brother, Nameless Nie. Even though her intelligence was higher, it was only artificially forced higher by her shamelessness. People talked about the Arbitration Council as such a high-ended and classy entity, so they probably… wouldn’t care for a shameless person like her, right…
After eating dinner with Patriarch and Madam Nie, Ye Wanwan drove back to the Fearless Alliance.
The current Fearless Alliance had turned into an empty shell and only a handful of people remained. Even Great White and Virus were moved to the Rose of Death’s’ headquarters.
“Sis Feng, you’re finally back!”
A young man, whose entire body was covered in gauze and who walked with a limp, appeared next to Ye Wanwan.
“Who are you?”
Ye Wanwan was bewildered.
“Me… Sis Feng, it’s me. I’m Big Dipper! Can’t you recognize my voice?” Big Dipper hastily said.
“Who? Big Dipper?!” Ye Wanwan was dumbstruck as she stared at Big Dipper. It had only been a few hours, so how did this guy end up like this?
“Who beat you?” Ye Wanwan asked.
“No… no one beat me. I purposefully dressed like this… Our scouts told us that the old geezer from the Direct Line is coming again, so I quickly made myself look more sorrowful or else they won’t believe us!” Big Dipper sid.
Ye Wanwan immediately gave Big Dipper a thumbs-up and nodded. “Nicely done.”
“Of course, Sis Feng.” Big Dipper snickered.
“Let’s go and meet that old man,” Ye Wanwan said.
…
In the conference room:
Ye Wanwan led the limping and gauze-covered Big Dipper inside the conference room.
The elderly man and several members of the Direct Line were situated in the room already.
When the elderly man saw Ye Wanwan, he smiled. “President Bai, is there any meaning to the game you’re playing?”
“Game?” Ye Wanwan looked at the elderly man. “What do you mean? How am I playing?”
“Heh, President Bai, we’ll ignore the other things, but the Fearless Alliance couldn’t even defeat a newly founded knockoff group? And you were destroyed by them instead?”
Ye Wanwan nodded. “If we can’t win, we can’t win. What can we do? Look at him; see how beaten up he is?”
Ye Wanwan pulled Big Dipper toward her.
“AH… AH, it hurts… It hurts! I couldn’t win, ouch. They’re strong…” Endless wails came from Big Dipper’s mouth.
Ye Wanwan: “…” This is a bit of a freaking overkill…