An elegant and dignified long dress in pure white, with light blue ink flowing on the fabric like an electronic screen, was full of dynamism and artistic flair. Such textiles, a product of the Weize Civilization, were coveted by many consumers. Women who loved beauty were willing to try different things, and Han Jiaxue rarely wore this dress, but today she donned it and came to the Mercenary Corps' council hall.
Xu Shisan admired the graceful figure of Han Jiaxue and inwardly praised her beauty. The leader of the Mercenary Corps nodded gently to Mrs. Snow as a greeting.
Han Jiaxue didn't mock Xu Shisan as usual. She first greeted Linyin and then, with a piercing gaze, asked Xu Shisan, "How confident are you that you can defeat Lai Zhicun with what Linyin has?"
All four deputies of the Mercenary Corps were present, and this was a concern for them as well. They all looked at Xu Shisan, hoping to hear an uplifting answer.
"Not very," Xu Shisan admitted frankly.
