2232 The northern battlegrounds Ye Wanwan glanced at Wang Lai. If he was more courageous back then, she probably wouldn’t be able to see him now. “Miss Worriless, you must be careful. The new president claims you’re the old president’s killer, but I feel it’s possible the true killer is the new president. Of course, this is just a possibility and my personal speculation,” Wang Lai warned her. Ye Wanwan nodded calmly. After Wang Lai left, Ye Wanwan fell into contemplation. Back then, she merely thought she injured Grandpa and never thought Grandpa would die since that little wound couldn’t even be considered a serious injury to Grandpa. After injuring Grandpa, her mind turned blank and she didn’t know how to face Grandpa, which was why she fled from the Martial Arts Union. She never expected to later learn from Si Xia that Grandpa was killed by her. Just now, Wang Lai suspected Si Xia to be Grandpa’s true killer, but Ye Wanwan didn’t think so. First of all, Ye Wanwan had a fair understanding of Si Xia. Si Xia’s affections for Grandpa ran very deep, and he was basically raised by Grandpa since he was young. Even if they took a step back and Si Xia really intended to kill Grandpa, that wasn’t too realistic considering Si Xia’s strength. Grandpa might’ve been injured by her at that time, but Si Xia still wasn’t a match for Grandpa. However, if it was as Wang Lai said, and it was that black-robed person… At the Fearless Alliance headquarters last time, Ye Wanwan exchanged blows with that black-robed man from the Direct Line. That man’s strength was unfathomable. If the black-robed person that Wang Lai spoke of was the same black-robed person from the Direct Line, then… it wasn’t impossible that the black-robed man killed Grandpa, based on his strength. However, this was mere conjecture, and Ye Wanwan couldn’t be certain. What she was certain of was that Grandpa’s death was related to a black-robed person. She merely couldn’t ascertain whether this black-robed person was the same black-robed person who stole her ring. “Xiao Feng.” Before Ye Wanwan could mull over this anymore, Autumn Water entered. Not long after the Rose of Death was established, Ye Wanwan sent Autumn Water to their headquarters to manage it. Ye Wanwan gathered her thoughts and looked at Autumn Water. “Is there any news from the Direct Line or the Collateral Branch?” Autumn Water nodded and replied, “Both sides are locked in a fierce struggle and the battleground is situated in the northern front. Many factions from the Independent State have headed there and joined this battle already.” “What about Piece of Sh*t?” Ye Wanwan asked. “He hasn’t been spotted yet.” Autumn Water shook her head. “The current situation is a bit chaotic. When will we depart, Xiao Feng?” “Autumn Water, use the Rose of Death’s name to announce support for the Collateral Branch,” Ye Wanwan instructed. “Okay.” Autumn Water nodded and left. That day, the Rose of Death publicized its unconditional support of the Collateral Branch and its resistance toward the Direct Line. At the same time, every member of the Rose of Death made its way to the northern front and arrived at the battlegrounds in the afternoon. … The war between the Direct Line and the Collateral Branch was more intense than Ye Wanwan anticipated. After arriving at the northern battlegrounds, Ye Wanwan first met up with Si Yehan and the others. On the northern front, Prison didn’t mingle with the other factions, and even their war room was located in a different place. Currently, inside the conference room: Si Yehan was sitting in the chief seat and listening to Jiang Lihen’s babbling analysis for the situation without making a single comment.