Ye Wanwan shot First Elder a look. "What are you saying? Does the Direct Line need us to remind them?"

Ye Wanwan slapped the treaty on the conference table. "Everything is written clearly in this treaty. Are you saying Direct Line will be indifferent to the Fearless Alliance's struggle against the Rose of Death? This is a conditional contract that's directly managed by the Arbitration Council! You're too disrespectful, First Elder."

First Elder nodded frantically and turned to the elderly man from the Direct Line with an apologetic expression. "Mm… The President is right, this subordinate didn't think things through thoroughly. Our treaty is managed by the Arbitration Council… so Direct Line definitely won't sit by and do nothing. It's all this subordinate's fault for running my mouth before thinking it through."

Ye Wanwan smiled faintly. "Of course… say, our Fearless Alliance is quite lucky. If we didn't sign this war treaty, we'd have definitely spent a lot of money and people in this war with the Rose of Death. But it's great now that we have the Direct Line's help, we won't have to worry about expenses or manpower and can directly pulverize the Rose of Death to death!"

"Right, you're correct, President. When a faction like us fights a war, we're fighting with money. Now that we have the Direct Line providing money and strength…" First Elder added seriously.

Ye Wanwan waved her hand and interrupted, "First Elder… why are you so chatty? Hurry and announce it. After we've announced it, we can attack the Rose of Death."

"Yes, this subordinate will leave now… After we announce it, the conditions of the treaty will officially go into effect."

After saying that, First Elder turned to leave.

The elderly man from the Direct Line suddenly stood up. "Wait."

First Elder stopped and turned around, looking at the other elderly man in confusion.

"Elderly sir, what is it? Is there a problem?" Ye Wanwan asked curiously.

"Heh…" The elderly man chuckled lightly and answered, "There's no hurry to make an announcement."

Ye Wanwan immediately shook her head. "How could there be no hurry? You don't feel hurried, elderly sir, but I feel hurried. We have to announce it—we're waiting to go to war!"

"No hurry, no hurry…" the elderly man quietly replied.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Ye Wanwan turned to First Elder. "What are you standing around for? Quickly go and announce it."

"Alright, President."

The elderly man from the Direct Line interjected, "It's like this, President Bai… Since the Fearless Alliance is busy these next few days, you can take care of business first and make the announcement after it's taken care of…"

Ye Wanwan frowned deeply and looked at the elderly man with displeasure. "Say… Don't tell me the Direct Line is unwilling to provide money or people. It's written clearly in our treaty that our cooperation is mutual. We will support the Direct Line, and the Direct Line will also support the Fearless Alliance. How come the Direct Line is cowering when the Fearless Alliance needs to fight a war? You're the Direct Line, no? Isn't that improper?"

The elderly man answered, "President Bai, you've misunderstood my meaning and the Direct Line. This war treaty is managed by the Arbitration Council, so we wouldn't dare to not fulfill the terms… If President Fearless really wants the Direct Line to interfere and help, that's fine… It's just that we were thinking on behalf of President Bai and the Fearless Alliance's reputation."

"Thinking on our behalf?" Ye Wanwan propped her chin up. "What are you saying, elderly sir?"