Fireworks exploded across the night sky, spectacular beyond measure.
The entire city of [Rog] rang with the lively melody of a wild celebration. The people had even quickly forgotten the tragedy that had occurred on [Purple Moon] several days ago, throwing themselves wholeheartedly into this uninhibited festival.
For the mortals ruled by pirates, this was practically a holiday.
"Quite the grand occasion?"
The carriage slowly entered the residence of the Alliance headquarters.
Today, Ah Xiruo was wearing a light-blue Rococo-style long dress that perfectly accentuated her advantages—it had clearly been carefully selected by Maid Miss.
Obviously, when it came to matters like this, where her master could not be made to lose face, Maid Miss had not held back on Long Xiruo—though Ah Xiruo had gone to great lengths to put it on. It was simply too elaborate.
As she spoke, Ah Xiruo secretly glanced at Boss Luo. She had spent most of the past few days running around outside, and had even stayed overnight at Li Huamei's place a few times... Yet Damn Man did not seem to care much, and had not even asked about it.
The True Dragon of Shenzhou suddenly had a realization—What a fool!
By staying out all night like this, wasn't she, in effect, voluntarily giving ground and letting the Black-hearted Woman and that Dead Man enjoy their time together?
The True Dragon of Shenzhou, who felt she had lost several hundred billion, immediately darkened her face.
"Miss Long, do you dislike this atmosphere?" Luo Qiu asked softly.
"...It's too tight." Ah Xiruo instinctively tugged at the collar around her chest. "How was this thing even designed?"
Unlike Ah Xiruo's light blue, Maid Miss was dressed entirely in black that evening. She said calmly, "I'm sorry. Since Miss Long doesn't like it, I'll