Ho--

The vibrating sound of the rigid straw sucking in air echoed in the splendid palace restaurant.

Yang Ming let out a low sigh, sat on the chair and patted his unsatisfied belly, recalling the delicious food he had just eaten.

The delicious food of the Imperial Palace is that kind of food. It may taste a little weird at first, but once you get used to it, your taste buds will be able to appreciate the complex, three-dimensional, and layered texture.

It is worthy of being a feudal empire in the age of interstellar voyages. The level of catering is simply like a steamer on a steamer's head - it's capped.

Yang Ming raised his head and looked at the two highnesses across the long table.

"Aren't you hungry?" He sneered, holding back the burp.

The second prince's face turned black.

The fourth princess, Emilia, snorted softly: "Brother, you shouldn't entertain this rude guy. He can't even say thank you."

"Thank you, Second Prince, for your hospitality," Yang Ming blinked lightly.

The second prince's blood pressure showed signs of rising sharply.

The female guard on the side asked in a low voice: "Your Highness...are you still throwing it away?"

"It is illegal to throw objects at high altitudes. You have to respect the gravity of the planet," the second prince said calmly, "That means I have a back injury now, otherwise I have to let this rude guy see my true strength."

"Come on, I'll practice ball with you for a while," Yang Ming said with a smile, "Don't lie, the gravity of this planet is already low, about 86% of the standard gravity of the Milky Way. Your physical fitness

How can he really sprain his waist if he is so outstanding?"

The second prince shrugged: "Indeed, I just...um...you came to me just to play ball?"

"Of course, there are also some topics between men."

Yang Ming blinked.

A little thought flashed in the eyes of the second prince, and he accepted Yang Ming's invitation with a smile.

A few minutes later, batting cages.

Yang Ming and the second prince stood side by side, each wearing a device similar to a peaked cap, and a pocket-sized transparent protective shield on their face.

They waved the curved sticks in their hands and knocked away the balls shot by machines in the distance.

The sport of hockey emerged in the years when hoverboards were popular. In addition to improving your hitting rate, you also have to skillfully control the hoverboard. The game is full of fun to watch.

"Have you received the information?" Yang Ming asked casually.

The second prince was startled.

"That coquettish secret agent uncle, Lulian," Yang Ming casually hit the flying ball away.

He needs to prove his worth to the second prince.

This is the purpose of his trip.

Yang Ming said slowly: "Otherwise, how could your men notice his presence? And how could they get the secret phone calls of this agent?"

"Oh," the second prince turned to look at Yang Ming, "How did you get this information? What is your identity?"

Dang!

The stick moves and the ball flies.

Yang Ming breathed out and wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead: "I'm not an agent of the New Federation anyway."

"Yeah?"

The second prince glanced at Emilia, who was drinking tea in the rest area far away, and smiled: "How did you practice your batting skills?"

Obviously, the second prince did not want to continue this topic.

Yang Ming stopped clicking and deliberately said something enigmatic: "Second Prince, what do you rely on to play? Eyes? Arms?"

"Of course, I can't hit it with my forehead."

"This is where I rely," Yang Ming pointed to his heart, "You have to believe in the power of your heart."

"Why does this sound like a deceptive religion to you?"

The second prince's expression was slightly disgusting.

Yang Ming picked up the remote control, adjusted his ball machine to serve randomly, and adjusted the ball speed to the maximum.

Then, in front of the second prince, he slowly closed his eyes and breathed out softly.

Yang Ming's ears trembled and he lowered his head slightly, as if he was listening to the sound and identifying his position.

Behind, the group of guards standing outside the safety net all touched his waist.

Whoosh!

A sphere of composite material flies in!

Yang Ming held the hockey stick with both hands, instantly turned the hockey stick ninety degrees, and swept forward with a narrow vertical attack surface, making the hockey stick make a whining sound.

boom!

The sphere explodes directly!

The guards immediately drew their laser pistols and pointed them at Yang Ming!

"Oooh! Ooooh!"

The second prince stared and shouted, raised his hand and waved it vigorously, and then the surrounding guards put away their laser guns.

A series of high-speed balls appeared in front of him. The hockey stick in Yang Ming's hand always kept cutting vertically, and he waved the club with both hands calmly.

A few minutes later.

Yang Ming opened his eyes and looked at the debris on the grass in front of him, as well as the second prince who was trying his best to stay calm but was still a little stunned...

Yang Ming curled his lips slightly.

"It's a power like this."

"Oh, Yang Ming, what are you..."

"A way of practice that relies on meditation," Yang Ming said seriously, "Human beings are a common species in the galaxy because the first batch of human beings have crossed the barriers of lower dimensions millions of years ago, and

Most of us are the seeds of fire they sowed."

The second prince murmured: "The latest research shows that this is indeed the case, but this..."

"The human body has great potential, but it has never been exploited. Everyone prefers large-caliber ion cannons," Yang Ming shrugged, "Of course, I can't contribute my way of practice. This belongs to my privacy."

"Of course, this is still your patent, but this, this is not scientific, at least I don't think it is scientific... Wow, this is too scary."

His Royal Highness was already at a loss for words.

"So," Yang Ming walked up to the second prince, raised his hand and patted the second prince's arm, "just ask whoever you need me to help you kill. Since I want to serve you, I have to do some dirty work anyway.

live."

After saying that, Yang Ming calmly walked to the rest area with his hands behind his back.

Like an enigmatic martial arts master.

The second prince followed Yang Ming almost subconsciously, with surprise, shock, and even a little uneasiness in his eyes.

The second prince didn't feel relieved until Yang Ming had another afternoon tea at his place and then drove away in that monster hover car.

Something isn't quite right?

The second prince kept thinking.

Until Emilia played with him until the evening and left, until his wary old father had a routine phone call with him, until he soaked in shallow constant-temperature distilled water and enjoyed the meticulous and gentle service of his personal lady...

The second prince was excited and suddenly figured out the key to the matter.

Shouldn't it be him, the prince, who recruits Yang Ming?

Oh! God!

Ever since he heard the words 'Grand Duke of the Empire', he has been led by this guy Yang Ming. Yang Ming is showing his strength step by step, creating an impact on him and causing him chaos.

Yang Ming was actively recruited by him!

"I was forcibly sold?"

The second prince muttered something, then turned over and continued to have his back carefully rubbed by the female officer.

He had to find a way to take back the initiative.

Otherwise, he would have to become Yang Ming's puppet in the end.

…

The monster is driving slowly on the street.

Yang Ming admired the mixed-style buildings on both sides of the street and listened to the surging and exciting orchestral music.

Here you can see the steeple church-like buildings of the Sherman Empire (mostly banks or financial institutions);

You can also see shed-style buildings that represent freedom and openness (usually art galleries, libraries, and commercial plazas in the gaps between buildings);
To be continued...