Those dexterous, old hands were slowly patting Emilia's back; those old eyes were full of love and care, and what they said in their mouths were gentle words:
"Edwan is indeed a little busier now. He is my most outstanding son and has to shoulder some more important tasks. Our family is now facing some minor challenges.
"Oh, my daughter, you have to understand him."
Is this thing really an omnic?
Yang Ming lowered his head and kept stroking his chest, feeling a little embarrassed in his heart.
It's not that he's afraid of the old emperor.
At the current distance, it would only take Yang Ming a second or two to dismantle this thing.
He was simply horrified by this incident.
The emperor of a country.
An emperor who rules six administrative stars, hundreds of resource stars, and billions of people under his rule.
The Sherman Empire made a change at the drop of a hat, evaporating the real old emperor from the world, building an omnimachine to preside over the situation, and even deceiving the subjects of a country.
Yang Ming couldn't help but daydream.
Did the old emperor die directly? Or was he imprisoned in the Sherman Empire?
This is quite interesting.
"Father," Emilia said with a smile, "these are two of my friends. This Captain Yang Ming saved your daughter who was wandering out of the palace before. I was almost accidentally injured by the military that time."
"Oh, is it so?"
The old emperor looked at Yang Ming.
Yang Ming buried his head lower and did not speak.
"I have an impression of you," the old emperor said with a smile, "Come in, the person here today is just an old father who came to attend his daughter's birthday party. Your status is Emilia's good friend, so there is no need to be too restrained."
The young people in the room responded at the same time.
Yang Ming and Windsor looked at each other. The latter was obviously so nervous that he had difficulty breathing, but his eyes were full of excitement.
The emperor sat at the head of the long table, and the maid beside him quickly spread the emperor's special tablecloth.
Next came the formal cake-cutting and birthday blessings by all members.
Yang Ming and Windsor wore warm fake smiles and acted as applause tools.
The scene of little Emilia smiling all over her face and acting coquettishly towards the emperor also made Yang Ming call her "a loving father and a filial daughter".
After taking the cake from the maid, Yang Ming had not even taken two bites when he saw the emperor waving to him.
"Come here, Captain."
"yes!"
Yang Ming immediately put down the cake, walked quickly to the emperor, and bowed his head to listen to the instructions.
"Sit down," the old emperor said with a smile, "I have read your information before. You are from the Cass Federation, right?"
Yang Ming said: "Thank you, Your Majesty."
He honestly pulled the chair back half a meter and sat upright meticulously.
Across the table, Emilia was lying on the edge of the table with her legs kneeling on the chair. She was looking at Yang Ming with a smile, as if she was waiting for Yang Ming to be embarrassed.
"You claim to be a bounty hunter?" The old emperor smiled even more, "Can you tell me, an old man, what bounty hunters do?"
Yang Ming raised his head and looked at the old emperor.
The opponent's eyes were still not sharp, but Yang Ming noticed a trace of pressure.
This made Yang Ming a little angry.
He is a dignified carbon-based creature, a secondary ancient god life form, a warm-blooded young man from the earth, but he actually feels the pressure of being discovered in front of an omnic!
I endured it.
"I made you laugh, Your Majesty."
Yang Ming's eyes were very clear, and his voice was full of magnetism. A flash of inspiration flashed through his mind, and he decided to put these thoughts into practice.
How about chatting with this omnic about freedom?
Yang Ming said slowly:
"At first, I didn't want to be an ordinary rich man under the protection of my uncle and live a leisurely life of collecting rent and fishing. That was not the life I wanted.
“I long for freedom, long to not be restrained, long to see the majestic nebulae that give birth to stars, long to witness the hydrogen cloud like the wall of the universe, see the death and decay of stars, feel the vastness of the universe, and reflect on the
Life is so small, I feel like I am wandering."
"Oh," the old emperor chuckled, his eyes a little brighter, "That sounds very interesting."
"Yes, it's unrestricted," Yang Ming said with a smile, "but it's not a decent job. I joined a team at that time, and I often felt that the only difference between us and interstellar pirates is that we don't
Will go and rob."
"Hahaha."
The old emperor seemed to be amused.
He wondered: "Then what do you people do to make a living?"
"We accept missions and work as mercenaries. Sometimes we help some multinational groups transport supplies, and we also help deliver documents to places where wars are taking place. But more often than not, we exist directly as mercenaries."
Yang Ming paused and sighed softly:
"Before joining the Royal Guard, I had already experienced dozens of battles, large and small. Many of my companions died in the battle, but those who survived accumulated a lot of wealth."
The old emperor smiled and asked: "Then why did you choose to come to us?"
"The main reason is actually the fear of death."
"Hahahaha!" The old emperor laughed even louder, "You are such an interesting guy, you actually said such cowardly behavior as fear of death! They are all used to hiding their little thoughts in their hearts, and then say it to you hypocritically
Some high-sounding words."
Yang Ming shrugged: "I think the instinct of living things is to survive and avoid death. Who doesn't want to live, breathe, think, and find their own value? Of course, this is just my humble opinion. Your Majesty, you must have a richer and more profound understanding of life.
Philosophical understanding.”
The old emperor smiled and shook his head: "This is different, Captain... Yang Ming, right? Your name is a bit difficult to pronounce, but it is easier for people to remember. I will remember you, Yang Ming."
A slight smile appeared at the corner of Yang Ming's mouth, and the pride flashed between his brows.
——He did it on purpose.
The old emperor's voice changed: "Then why did you come to this country? Especially at this precarious moment. You have to know that I only have a few years to live. The New Federation wants to send my family to the gallows. They
Now they are still lurking in every corner, using their technological advantages to destroy this peaceful country."
Yang Ming felt that the eyes from all over the hall were focused on him.
He understood that the next answer was very important to his development on Elandor Star.
Regardless of whether the old man in front of him is an omnic or a carbon-based life form, he is the embodiment of the empire's will and the master of Elendor, possessing the power of life and death above the law.
Yang Ming said slowly: "I am an opportunist at heart, but I will abide by moral and legal restrictions."
"Oh? Tell me in detail."
"I came to Luofeng as a risky investment."
Yang Ming smiled and said:
"The unstable political situation shows that there are many opportunities here, and the competition between various forces shows that there is enough wealth hidden here. For this reason, I convinced my uncle, and this is also so that I can have a good starting point.
"Being a businessman is the most boring option. I want power, status, and fame that can influence other people.
"So I came here to seek noble status in the Luofeng Empire.
"I choose to support the royal family because the royal family has a strong enough foundation."
The old emperor's eyes became much sharper: "You lied, young man."
Yang Ming suddenly felt relieved.
He looked at the old emperor.
The old emperor said calmly: "You choose to support the royal family, not because of the so-called background."
"Yes," Yang Ming slowed down his speech, giving him more opportunities to think, "I choose to support the royal family, actually because of the Sherman Empire behind the royal family. I have intuitively experienced its power and domineering power. As long as the New Federation dares not
Using the Legion to fight against Sherman's empire, this kind of petty fighting between agents and spies is not enough to challenge Sherman."
The old emperor smiled noncommittally:
"You are still too young. Military is just an extension of politics. The Sherman Empire has been suffering losses in recent years. This is an undeniable fact."
As he spoke, the old emperor slowly stood up.
"It was a pleasure chatting with you today and we can continue chatting while you are on duty.
"The time now belongs to my daughter. As an old man, I am here, so you may not even dare to laugh out loud, so go back.
"Have fun, Emilia."
"Thank you, father." Emilia raised her skirt and bowed gracefully, "My daughter will definitely not let you down in this field."
"Oh hehehe," the old emperor was obviously in a good mood and left the table with a smile.
A group of maids and guards quickly followed, and the mechanical guards outside the door also set up an escort array.
When the old emperor just left...
All the young people in the room let out a collective sigh, then each looked at each other and laughed.
"Hey!"
Miss Windsor gently hit Yang Ming's arm and stared at Yang Ming with burning eyes:
"You haven't even told me about these interesting past events!"
"Want to hear it?" Yang Ming asked with a smile.
"Of course," she held her cheek with her right hand, her eyes a little bright, "I want to know more about you."
"Go have a drink tonight?" Yang Ming whispered in her ear, "We can chat all night."
Windsor bit her lower lip lightly and whispered: "Then I'll tell dad in advance that I might go back later tonight."
Yang Ming's heart felt hot.
She agreed.
…
At 6:30 p.m., the nightclub where 026 works, public restroom.
Yang Ming turned the water flow to maximum, turned on the shielding device he carried with him, and whispered at his watch.
"Lü, have you collected the materials?"
"Yes, boss, I felt the thought signal of the old emperor's omnic at close range."
"Give me a report as soon as possible. I need to know that his thinking signals changed significantly when I mentioned which keyword."
"Looking at it now, it's freedom and adventure, Sherman... I will make detailed statistics. Boss, remember to take safety measures. Your biological factors cannot be leaked easily."
"Got it, my nagging life assistant."
Yang Ming put down his watch, took off the hidden headphones in his ear holes, looked at himself in the mirror, and smiled a little.
This will be a wonderful night.
Yang Ming turned his head and looked at his buttocks, swaying slightly, and his body gradually relaxed as the drumbeats came from outside the door.
Windsor chose this nightclub because 026 mentioned that she works here, and Windsor wanted to come and see 026's working status. - They had added social software friends to the old economics professor's house before, and there seemed to be regular friends there.
Friendly contact.
Yang Ming walked out of the bathroom and looked at the corner under his desk. 026 was talking to Windsor. They both drank some wine and laughed very happily.
Yang Ming is a little envious of 026's current living situation.
Although she has not gotten rid of the influence of drugs, her life is moving forward, which is good.
A figure moved behind him.
"Um?"
Yang Ming raised his eyebrows.
Two strong men appeared in front of them. They were all dressed in ordinary clothes, jeans, leather jackets, or floral shirts, and large pants. However, their eyes were a little unkind and they stared at Yang Ming closely.
The third prince's thug?
Yang Ming glanced at Windsor with his peripheral vision. The two female bodyguards hiding in the dark were also alert at this moment.
Four people surrounded Yang Ming.
Yang Ming smiled, raised his hand and loosened his tie.
"fight?"
The other party didn't respond. He suddenly pulled out a half-meter-long electric baton from behind and hit Yang Ming hard on the shoulder.
Bang, bang bang bang!
The muffled sound seems to blend perfectly with the drum beats.
Yang Ming calmly walked out of the shadows and wiped the blood on his hands. Behind him were four curled up and twitching figures.
"Ming? What's wrong?" Windsor asked with concern.
"Windsor, you go home first, you two come out and escort Windsor," Yang Ming said directly to where the bodyguard was hiding, "026 Go back to work, hide tight, and remember to tell Calumi that before I wake up tomorrow,
Send me the details of these people who are causing trouble in her territory, otherwise I will look for her personally."
"Okay, okay Mr. Yang Ming!"
"Ming!" Windsor shouted nervously.
There seemed to be more black shadows surging around.
Yang Ming smiled at Windsor and said, "Can you leave first? I don't want you to see me committing violence."
Windsor's eyelids trembled slightly. Before she could speak, two female bodyguards stood in front of her and quickly called for support.
Behind Yang Ming, two black figures rushed out. They carried electric batons and metal rods, aiming at the back of Yang Ming's head and smashing them.
Yang Ming turned over and swept his legs, causing the two figures to fly upside down.
There were screams all around, and the two DJs on the console were stunned for a moment, and immediately changed to a song with a tighter rhythm.
Yang Ming stooped down and grabbed a metal rod that had fallen by his feet, and casually tested the strength to determine how much force he could use without directly hitting someone to death.
There were dark shadows moving in front of me, and someone touched his bulging lower back.
An unknown fire surged in Yang Ming's heart.
Mudd!
This group of thugs from the Third Prince really know how to pick the right moment!
His romantic...
Whoosh!
Suddenly there was a sound of breaking through the air behind him, and a small delicate bag hit Yang Ming on the head. Yang Ming turned around and glared. Miss Windsor, who was holding two high heels, blinked and smiled guiltily.
She wants to help...
Someone rushed out from the front.
Two high heels passed by Yang Ming and hit the rushing figure, causing a little damage.
Yang Ming took a running start and accelerated, the metal rod making a whining sound.
He decided to give all the energy he had prepared in advance to these low-level thugs.