Walk alone in the abyss

Yang Ming doesn't like fighting in public.

When engaging in assassinations and attacking warships, he only needs to pay attention to concealment, and he can release his power at will.

This kind of pediatric-like ordinary people's hand-to-hand combat requires not only paying attention to the strength of one's own shots, but also not being too conspicuous. When necessary, one has to resist the opponent's punches a few times, and then exaggerate the pain a few times...

It's so fake.

Therefore, in order to prevent himself from being beaten by the opponent, Yang Ming decided to be straightforward this time.

Yang Ming picked up half a bottle of champagne casually, and blew two puffs on his mouth to reduce the weight of the bottle itself; before the other party finished speaking those meaningless and very noisy lines, Yang Ming grabbed the bottle and slammed it forward!

The other party raised his hand subconsciously, trying to protect the most important organ of his body.

Snapped!

The entire hall fell silent.

The noble young man staggered back, two lines of blood flowed from his forehead, the dizziness made him unable to stand still, and the most obvious thing than the pain was the astonishment and shock.

Another noble youth punched Yang Ming on the forehead, but faster than his fist was Yang Ming's big foot that he raised at will.

The second noble youth flew two meters upside down on his stomach.

Yang Ming put the mouth of the broken wine bottle on the edge of the table, and gently smashed the corners to avoid any damage to the maids who would tidy up later.

The young man who was kicked covered his stomach and yelled, "Hit him! Cough cough cough! Kill him!"

Several bodyguards they brought rushed forward.

Kolev immediately turned on the shooting equipment shared by the cloud.

Yang Ming's nose trembled slightly, he pulled off his bow tie, picked up a new bottle of wine and greeted him.

Finally, a lady's scream came from the side.

But fortunately, most of the nobles present had seen the world, and there was not much commotion at the moment. They watched these young people fight from everywhere, and even a few middle-aged men in military uniforms were smiling and discussing Yang Ming's fighting strength.

In less than half a minute, there were seven or eight bodyguards and guards lying on the ground.

The group of guards stood on the periphery, not daring to move forward at all.

It wasn't that the guards were afraid of Yang Ming's fighting strength, but that the guards didn't know the origin of this young man who dared to beat someone up in front of the prince.

Yang Ming also looked a little embarrassed, his suit jacket had two more footprints, his shirt was wet with wine, revealing a muscular outline that made old ladies couldn't help but "wow".

Yang Ming looked down at the two noble youths, unhurriedly turned the cuffs outside, fastened the buttons, and said calmly:

"Apologize when you bump into someone. Are all the young nobles in Luofeng as reserved as you?"

Kolev leaned on a civilized stick in both hands: "I must now re-examine the decision to increase investment here."

Yang Ming took two steps forward.

The two youths who were lying on their stomachs hurriedly backed away, and there were also old people around who were about to persuade Yang Ming to stop.

But Yang Ming just stretched out his left and right hands to the two of them.

The two nobles were stunned.

This, what does this mean?

"My uncle is a businessman, and I don't want to have a negative impact on his reputation," Yang Ming said slowly, "But I can't be beaten in vain, so I fought back in self-defense, right?"

"Yes... that's how it is..."

"You take the wine bottle!"

The noble young man whose forehead was still bleeding was covered with force by his companion.

Yang Ming narrowed his eyes and smiled: "We have reached a consensus, right?"

One nodded quickly, and the other glared at Yang Ming, but he saw Yang Ming's outstretched palm slowly turning into a fist, so he also nodded quickly.

Yang Ming pulled the two of them up, patted each other's arms, then walked around the wailing bodyguards on the ground, walked back to where he was just now, and picked up the unfinished cake.

A fairly pleasant physical exchange.

...

On the VIP table.

The corner of the second prince's mouth raised uncontrollably.

The third prince was also smiling, but the smile was a little stiff.

"This guy is pretty good at fighting," the third prince said indifferently, "Second brother, where did you find your staff?"

Edwan said indifferently: "Being able to fight is just a small bonus. His intelligence is more than a hundred times his physical strength. And you have to remember, brother, father doesn't like to see nobles fighting among themselves, but it's okay, Ming doesn't have any noble status yet."

"Really? Second brother, enjoy it slowly, I'll go back first."

"Isn't that impolite?"

The third prince didn't answer anything, stood up with a dark face, glanced at the Minister of Finance, and left quickly with a large number of guards and maids, and the Minister of Finance quickly followed.

Edwan beckoned, and whispered something next to a guard's ear. The guard lowered his head and went to the corner, pressed his finger on the auxiliary chip behind his ear, and said something quickly.

A few minutes later, the Third Prince left the venue.

The two youths who fought just now and their bodyguards were sent to the hospital. The guards didn't intend to target Yang Ming at all, let alone the police showed up here.

After another two minutes, the Minister of Finance returned to the living room, wiped the hot sweat from his forehead, his face was full of helplessness.

The Minister of Finance deliberately did not return to the VIP area, and walked back and forth in the living room with a glass of wine, enlivening the atmosphere again.

Soon, the Minister of Finance found a maid, and said something in the maid's ear, the maid hurried to Yang Ming's side, and invited Yang Ming politely.

"Sir, do you need a cleaning? We have replacement liners here, if you don't mind."

Yang Ming thought quickly in his heart.

trap?

He glanced at the VIP desk, and Edwan nodded to him with a smile.

"Thank you," Yang Ming replied warmly, "It's really uncomfortable to be sticky."

The maid smiled gently, looking at Yang Ming with bright eyes all the time.

...

The sound of dripping water lasted for half a minute.

Yang Ming walked out of the automatic flushing 'cylinder', and the gentle warm wind blowing from all sides quickly evaporated the moisture on his body, restoring his refreshment.

A light appeared on the dial of the watch beside him, and Xiaoli jumped out with his hands behind his back.

Yang Ming turned sideways subconsciously, and then emphasized again in his heart - this is a mechanical thinking body - and continued to put on his clothes calmly.

Lv pointed to Yang Ming's coat pocket.

Yang Ming took out a pocket shielding device and covered an area of ​​one square meter nearby, and only then did Lu's voice come over:

"Boss, as you expected, the third prince didn't pay much attention to you, but was investigating which minister the second prince had contact with recently. As we analyzed before, the third prince's character is self-willed, and he prefers to believe in himself intuition."

Yang Ming smiled, and murmured: "In other words, if I fight here, it will make the third prince think that I am a reckless man who is not to be feared?"

"That's right," Lil shrugged, "This feeling of being underestimated by low-level life forms always makes Lil a little uncontrollably annoyed."

"Come on, you're still a low-level life form, don't you need to eat rice?" Yang Ming said, "How did the two young nobles react?"

Lu said: "They won't bring you any trouble, boss, just let me handle it."

"Okay, Windsor's information."

"It has been investigated."

Law's body turned into light spots and dissipated, and the light spots condensed again, presenting a simple form in front of Yang Ming.

——she's already started doing some exit effects for herself.

Yang Ming raised his eyebrows: "Only had two boyfriends? She turned out to be a noble girl with a decent personality."

"Boss, do you really want to associate with Windsor against your will?" Liu clicked his tongue softly, "You don't need to make such a big sacrifice at all, Liu thinks."

"You don't have to get married when dating. What kind of sacrifice is this? As long as you can make each other feel comfortable and happy, that's enough."

Yang Ming sorted out the details of his clothes in front of the mirror. Without a suit jacket, he was only wearing an inner liner and trousers, and a bow tie... he was simply a handsome waiter.

The poor tie was ripped off by him.

Yang Ming said indifferently: "This is a relatively simple beauty, and I am a young man who has longings for love, now I need more political capital, as long as she is well-behaved during the relationship with her and will not cheat Why can't I develop into a normal relationship when I mess around?"

"According to Li's observation, boss, your ideal type should be..."

Lil cleared his throat:

"Kind, lawful, gentle, virtuous, relying on you, with a pure face and a perfect figure, preferably only up to your chin, and able to maintain a feminine look at all times. It is best not to have any sexual experience, but also to radical The reproductive rehearsal rituals are sufficiently inclusive."

Yang Ming scolded: "It's okay, don't sum up my preferences! This is almost the ideal type of all men in the galaxy!"

"Unfortunately, that's not the case, Boss," Lil pouted, "Some guys run counter to your preferences. I forgot to tell you just now that when you fight, thirty-five percent of the males present have higher hormone levels." raised dramatically."

The corners of Yang Ming's mouth twitched wildly.

"Here comes the boss."

The projected form disappeared immediately, and Yang Ming immediately withdrew the shielding device.

Boom, boom, boom.

A maid's greeting came from outside the door: "Sir, do you need my help?"

There was a hint of tension in the voice.

Yang Ming suddenly had a premonition that if he opened the door and let this young maid in, some wonderful things might happen later.

This is very common at noble gatherings.

Yang Ming put his suit jacket on his arm, walked out of the bathroom and opened the door.

The maid outside the door who had just touched up her makeup lightly bit her lower lip, and winked at Yang Ming: "Sir."

"Just send it to my uncle's address after washing."

The maid stared at the suit in front of her, and was slightly taken aback. She, who was always relatively confident, couldn't help being a little puzzled at this moment.

Is it because my eyes were too indistinct just now?

She lowered her head to look at her deliberately lowered neckline and her proud capital, but when she looked up again, she could only see the figure of Yang Ming who had already walked away.

Yang Ming is also a little regretful, but the current situation is more complicated.

The ubiquitous new federal spies make him unable to relax all the time.

Although the arrogance of the new federal agents has been temporarily suppressed, they may make a comeback at any time, and they must increase their strength to infiltrate every aspect of Ilando City.

The second prince has re-entered the 'throne game'.

As he said, there is only forward and no backward in this road, admitting counsel is tantamount to suicide, and both sides can do whatever they can at any time.

And myself, just had a little unpleasantness with two insignificant little nobles.

Yang Ming slowly entered the elevator and descended to the lively first floor.

He pondered quietly.

Thinking about his own way forward, thinking about the enemies he might encounter.

One thing slowly unfolded in his heart, and scenes of scrolls seemed to be spread on the walls of the corridor.

There is nothing more fulfilling than realizing your plan step by step.

He established initial mutual trust with the second prince, took control of the military's No. 4 figure Gu Dunmaha, obtained the rank of captain Luofeng, and became the deputy captain of the Royal Guard.

Kolev is a full-fledged capitalist, and the super group plan that has started will bring complementary effects.

If Luofeng Empire is a large-scale epic chain mission.

Then he already had a good starting point.

The elevator door opened slowly, and bright but soft light poured in. The venue had turned into a dance floor. Accompanied by melodious music, an old gentleman and an old lady were shaking their motionless bodies.

Kolev is in it.

Yang Ming showed a slight smile on his originally calm face, and walked out.

"gentlemen."

An ethereal voice like a nightingale came from the side.

There was a bit of uneasiness hidden in his voice.

Yang Ming heard the sound and looked over, staring at this young girl standing quietly. The floor-sweeping dress just now had been replaced with a light yellow evening dress, and a pair of crystal shoes sealed her small and delicate jade feet.

"Huh? Miss Windsor? What's the matter?"

"No……"

She bit her lower lip slightly: "Don't you want to invite me to a dance? Mr. Ming."