Chapter 1982 It's a travesty you're dressed like this!

Ah! How valuable! How valuable!

There weren't many missions of S-rank or higher, and missions that were St-rank were even rarer, so obtaining so many honor points in such a short amount of time was truly too difficult.

Big Dipper frightfully cried, "Sis Feng, you aren't thinking about doing this mission, right? It's Heavenly Hatred! An ent.i.ty scarier than Asura!"

Actually, both Heavenly Hatred and Asura had equal strength as part of Prison's three core factions. Asura might even be a tad superior, but Asura went into hiding for many years while Heavenly Hatred maintained its high-profile activity, so Heavenly Hatred was more infamous in the Independent State.

Ye Wanwan irritatedly retorted, "Am I mad? Why would I serve my head on a silver platter for no reason?"

That mission is a pa.s.s! There's no way I could do it!

However, right now, she had trouble coming from within, so she urgently needed to recover her memories. Tomorrow's conference was such a good opportunity, and she'd be able to see the leader of Heavenly Hatred, so perhaps she could negotiate with him directly and see if she could obtain it somehow…

The probability was low, but it was 15,000 honor points!!!

Soon, the next day arrived.

Ye Wanwan turned her wardrobe upside down and finally pulled out a princess dress.

Big Dipper was utterly flabbergasted. "Sis Feng! You aren't planning to wear this dress, right? Calm down! I'm begging you! This is Prison's conference! If you wear this dress there, we'll be ridiculed by the entire Independent State for a whole year!"

Ye Wanwan glared at him. "Don't be ridiculous! What about this dress, huh?! It's so pretty!"

Big Dipper stared at the dress in Ye Wanwan's hands. It couldn't be any pinker and was covered in flowery lace borders and ribbons and had a matching pair of white knee-high socks. It was seriously… too cute…

Big Dipper clutched his nose. "Mm… I-it is pretty! But… but you're the President of the Fearless Alliance! It'd be a travesty if you wore this!"

Ye Wanwan's face darkened. She was a girl too! So how was it a travesty if she wore this?

Ye Wanwan blurted without thinking, "I'm going on a date! Do you want me to wear that dirty and scraggy beggar outfit there? That's a travesty!"

Big Dipper: "…"

Date…

Isn't she going to a conference?!?!

Are you too lazy to even conceal your intentions?

Don't you already have your Vinegar Factory Owner? Why haven't you given up on Lord Asura yet?! Can you digest them all?

While Big Dipper launched complaint after complaint inwardly, Seven Star contributed his opinion from the side. "Lord Asura probably won't like this outfit."

Ye Wanwan was startled. "Hm… Oh right…"

That guy's taste had always been very strange, and regardless of what she wore, it would probably be the same to him…

"Tsk, fine, I'll wear my normal outfit." Ye Wanwan pursed her lips unhappily.

Big Dipper released a fierce sigh of relief and quietly whispered, "Old Seven, good job!"

In the end, Ye Wanwan still wore the Fearless Alliance's "uniform," her signature black beggars clothes. It was loose and casual but not as tattered as before. Seven Star had tailored a brand-new, custom-made outfit for her with a gigantic "Fearless" embroidered in cursive on the back.

This outfit complemented and suited Ye Wanwan's languid and nonchalant aura rather well, giving her the feeling of an expert.

Ye Wanwan was reluctantly satisfied as she surveyed herself in the mirror and finally entered the car, heading for the location of the conference.

Prison seriously knew how to treat themselves. The conference was held at a hot springs resort. It had gorgeous scenery and was equipped with all sorts of entertainment options and services.

The conference started at night, so everyone could have some fun and relax before the conference.