Chapter 70 Mistress No. 3
Yang Ming doesn't like fighting in public.
When carrying out assassinations or attacking warships, he only needs to pay attention to concealment and can release his power at will.
This kind of childish melee between ordinary people requires that one must be careful about the strength of one's punches, but also not be too conspicuous. If necessary, one must withstand a few punches from the opponent and then groan in pain exaggeratedly...
It's so fake.
Therefore, in order to prevent himself from being beaten by the other party, Yang Ming decided to be more direct this time.
Yang Ming casually picked up a half-full bottle of champagne and blew into it twice to reduce the weight of the bottle itself; without waiting for the other party to finish those meaningless and very noisy lines, Yang Ming grabbed the bottle mouth and swung it forward!
The other party subconsciously raised his hands to protect the most important organs of his body.
Snapped!
The entire hall fell completely silent.
The young nobleman staggered back, two lines of blood flowing from his forehead. The dizziness made him unsteady on his feet. What was most obvious than the pain was astonishment and shock.
Another young nobleman punched Yang Ming on the forehead, but faster than his fist was Yang Ming's casually raised foot.
The second noble youth flew backwards two meters while lying prone.
Yang Ming placed the broken mouth of the wine bottle on the edge of the table, gently breaking the corners to avoid causing any damage to the maid who would clean up later.
The young man who was kicked covered his lower abdomen and yelled, "Beat him! Cough cough cough! Beat him to death!"
Several guards and bodyguards they brought with them rushed forward.
Kolev immediately turned on the filming equipment shared in the cloud.
Yang Ming's nose trembled slightly. He pulled off his bow tie, picked up a bottle of new wine and went forward.
Finally, a lady's scream was heard from the side.
Fortunately, most of the nobles present had seen the world, so there was no major disturbance. They watched the young men fighting from all directions, and there were even a few middle-aged men in military uniforms who smiled and discussed Yang Ming's fighting ability.
In less than half a minute, seven or eight bodyguards and guards were lying on the ground.
The group of guards stood on the periphery and did not dare to move forward.
It’s not that the guards were afraid of the fighting ability that Yang Ming had shown, but that the guards had no idea about the background of this young man who dared to beat people in front of the prince.
Yang Ming also looked a little disheveled. There were two footprints on his suit jacket, and his shirt was wet with wine, revealing his muscular outline that made the old ladies couldn't help but exclaim "Wow".
Yang Ming looked down at the two young nobles, turned his sleeves outwards slowly, buttoned up his clothes, and said calmly:
"You apologized after bumping into someone. Are all the young nobles in Luofeng as reserved as you?"
Kolev leaned on his walking stick and said, "I have to reconsider my decision to invest more here."
Yang Ming took two steps forward.
The two young men who were lying down and prone quickly stepped back, and there were also elderly people around who were ready to persuade Yang Ming to stop.
But Yang Ming only extended his left and right hands to the two of them.
The two nobles were stunned.
What does this mean?
"My uncle is a businessman, and I don't want to bring negative impact to his reputation," Yang Ming said slowly, "but I can't take a beating for nothing, so I did some self-defense and fought back, right, you two?"
“Yes… that’s it…”
"Take the bottle!"
The young nobleman, whose forehead was still bleeding, had his mouth covered by his companions.
Yang Ming narrowed his eyes and smiled: "We have reached a consensus, right?"
One of them nodded quickly, and the other glared at Yang Ming, but when he saw Yang Ming's outstretched palm slowly turning into a fist, he also nodded quickly.
Yang Ming pulled the two men up, patted each other's arms, then walked around the bodyguards who were wailing on the ground, returned to his previous position, and picked up the unfinished cake.
A fairly pleasant physical exchange.
…
On the VIP desk.
The second prince couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
The third prince also had a smile on his face, but it was a little stiff.
"This guy is quite good at fighting," the Third Prince said calmly, "Where did you find your staff, Second Brother?"
Edwang said calmly: "Being able to fight is just a small plus. His intelligence is a hundred times greater than his physical strength. And you have to remember, brother, father doesn't like to see nobles fighting among themselves, but fortunately, Ming doesn't have any noble status yet."
"Really? Second brother, enjoy your meal. I'm going back first."
"Isn't this a bit impolite?"
The Third Prince did not answer. He stood up with a dark face, glanced at the Minister of Finance, and left quickly with a large number of guards and maids. The Minister of Finance hurriedly followed.
Edwang waved his hand and whispered something in the ear of a guard. The guard lowered his head and went to the corner. He 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 young men who had just fought and their bodyguards had all been sent to the hospital. The guards had no intention of targeting Yang Ming, and no police showed up here.
Two minutes later, the Finance Minister returned to the reception room, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his face was full of helplessness.
The Finance Minister deliberately did not return to the VIP area. He walked back and forth in the reception room with a glass of wine, livening up the atmosphere again.
Soon, the Minister of Finance found a maid and whispered something in her ear. The maid hurried to Yang Ming and politely invited him.
"Sir, do you need to go get it cleaned? We have replacement linings here, if you don't mind."
Yang Ming thought quickly in his heart.
trap?
He glanced at the VIP desk and Edwan nodded at him with a smile.
"Thank you," Yang Ming responded warmly, "It's really uncomfortable to be sticky."
The maid smiled gently, and her eyes were always bright as she looked at Yang Ming.
…
The sound of flushing water lasted for half a minute.
Yang Ming walked out of the automatic washing 'cylinder', and gentle warm wind blew from all directions, which quickly evaporated the moisture on his body and restored his freshness.
A light appeared on the watch face nearby, and Xiao Lu jumped out with his hands behind his back.
Yang Ming subconsciously turned sideways, then emphasized in his heart again - this is a mechanical thinking body - and continued to put on his clothes calmly.
Lu pointed at Yang Ming's shirt pocket.
Yang Ming took out a pocket shielding device and covered the one square meter area nearby. Lu's voice came over:
"Boss, as you expected, the Third Prince didn't pay much attention to you. Instead, he was investigating which minister the Second Prince had contact with recently. As we analyzed before, the Third Prince is stubborn and self-willed. He prefers to trust his intuition."
Yang Ming smiled and murmured, "In other words, if I fight here, the Third Prince will think that I am a reckless man who is not to be feared?"
"That's right," Lu shrugged, "This feeling of being looked down upon by lower-level life forms always makes Lu feel a little bit angry that he can't suppress it."
"Come on, you are still a low-level life form. You don't need to eat rice when you are high-level?" Yang Ming said, "What are the reactions of the two young nobles?"
Lu said: "They won't cause any trouble to you, boss. Just leave it to me."
"Well, Windsor's information."
"It has been thoroughly investigated."
Lu's body turned into spots of light and dissipated. The spots of light condensed again and presented a simple table in front of Yang Ming.
——She has already started to create some exit effects for herself.
Yang Ming raised an eyebrow: "You've only dated two boyfriends? She's actually an aristocratic girl with a pretty good personality."
"Boss, do you really want to go against your will and date Windsor?" Lu said softly, "You don't have to make such a big sacrifice, Lu thinks."
"Dating doesn't mean you have to get married, so what kind of sacrifice is that? As long as we can make each other feel comfortable and happy, that's enough."
Yang Ming adjusted the details of his clothes in front of the mirror. Without his suit jacket, he was only wearing an inner lining and trousers, with a bow tie... He looked like a handsome waiter.
The poor bow tie was pulled off by him.
Yang Ming said calmly, "This is a relatively innocent beauty, and I am a young man who dreams of love. Now I need more political capital. As long as she behaves during the relationship and doesn't do anything behind my back, why can't we develop a normal relationship?"
"But according to Lu's observation, your ideal type should be..."
Lil cleared his throat:
"Kind, lawful, gentle, virtuous, and dependent on you. With a pure face and a perfect figure. It would be best if the height is only up to your chin, and she can always maintain her femininity. It would be best if she has no sexual experience, and is tolerant enough to radical reproduction rehearsal rituals."
Yang Ming cursed, "Don't summarize my preferences! This is the ideal type of almost every man in the galaxy!"
"Unfortunately, that's not the case, boss," Lu curled his lips, "Some guys go against your preferences. I forgot to tell you just now that when you fight, 35% of the men present have a significant increase in hormones."
The corners of Yang Ming's mouth twitched wildly.
"Someone's here, boss."
The projected table disappeared immediately, and Yang Ming immediately retracted the shielding device.
Boom, boom, boom.
A maid greeted me from outside the door: "Sir, do you need my help?"
There was a hint of nervousness in the voice.
Yang Ming suddenly had a premonition that if he opened the door and let the young maid in, something wonderful might happen later.
This is very common at aristocratic gatherings.
Yang Ming put his suit jacket over his arm, walked out of the bathroom and opened the door.
The maid outside the door, who had obviously just put on makeup, bit her lip lightly and blinked at Yang Ming: "Sir."
"Just send it to my uncle's address after washing it."
The maid was slightly stunned when she saw the suit in front of her. She was usually quite confident, but at this moment she couldn't help but feel a little confused.
Was it because the look in my eyes just now was not obvious enough?
She looked down at her deliberately lowered neckline and her proud assets, and when she looked up again, she could only see Yang Ming's figure walking away.
Yang Ming also felt a little regretful, but the situation was now more complicated.
The new federal spies are everywhere, so he can't relax at any time.
Although the arrogance of the new federal agents has been suppressed for the time being, they may make a comeback at any time, and they have definitely increased their power to infiltrate every aspect of Yilando City.
The second prince re-entered the "throne gamble".
Just as he said, there is only progress on this road, no retreat, giving in is tantamount to suicide, and both sides can do whatever they want at any time.
And I just had a little unpleasantness with two insignificant little nobles.
Yang Ming slowly entered the elevator and landed on the bustling first floor.
He thought .
Thinking about the future and the enemies you might encounter.
One thing after another slowly unfolded in his mind, and scenes seemed to be spread on the walls of the corridor.
Nothing can make you feel more fulfilled than realizing your plans step by step.
He established initial mutual trust with the second prince, controlled the fourth-ranked figure in the military, Guton Maha, possessed the rank of captain, and became the deputy captain of the Royal Guard.
This guy Kolev is a real capitalist, and the super group plan he is starting will bring about a complementary effect.
If the Falling Wind Empire is a large epic serial quest.
Then I already have a good starting point.
The elevator door slowly opened, and bright yet soft light spread in. The venue had turned into a dance floor. To the accompaniment of melodious music, old gentlemen and ladies swayed their bodies, which had already been unable to move.
Kolev is among them.
Yang Ming's originally calm face showed a slight smile and he walked out.
"gentlemen."
A nightingale-like ethereal voice came from the side.
There was a hint of trepidation in his voice.
Yang Ming looked over and stared at the young girl standing quietly. The long skirt she had just worn had been replaced by a light yellow evening gown, and a pair of crystal shoes sealed her small and delicate jade feet.
"Hmm? Miss Windsor? What's going on?"
"No……"
She bit her lip slightly. "Don't you want to invite me to dance, Mr. Ming?"
