Chapter 79: Romantic Night
The old emperor hugged Emilia gently.
The pair of deft, old hands were slowly patting Emilia's back; the old eyes were full of love and concern, and the words he spoke were also gentle and soft:
"Adwant is indeed busy now. He is my most outstanding son and has to shoulder some important tasks. Our family is facing some challenges that are not serious.
"Oh, my daughter, you must understand him."
Is this thing really an intelligent machine?
Yang Ming bowed his head and touched his chest, feeling a little nervous in his heart.
It’s not that I’m afraid of the old emperor.
At the current distance, it would only take Yang Ming one or two seconds to dismantle this thing.
He was simply horrified by the incident.
The emperor of a country.
An emperor who controls six administrative stars, hundreds of resource stars, and governs billions of people.
The Sherman Empire changed its position at will, and simply made the real old emperor disappear from the face of the earth. It set up an intelligent machine to take charge of the situation and deceived the subjects of an entire country.
Yang Ming couldn't help but daydream.
Did the old emperor die directly? Or was he imprisoned in Sherman's Empire?
This is quite interesting.
"Father," Emilia said with a smile, "These are my two friends. Captain Yang Ming once saved your daughter who had made trouble and left the palace. I was almost accidentally injured by the military that time."
"Oh, is it so?"
The old emperor looked at Yang Ming.
Yang Ming lowered his head even lower and did not speak.
"I remember you," the old emperor said with a smile, "Come in. You are just an old father who came to attend his daughter's birthday party. You are Emilia's good friends, so don't be too restrained."
The young men in the room answered 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 seat at the long table, and the maid beside him hurried forward to spread the tablecloth specially for the emperor.
The next step was for everyone to solemnly cut the cake and send birthday wishes.
Yang Ming and Windsor, with warm fake smiles on their faces, acted as clapping tools.
The scene of little Emilia smiling and acting coquettishly to the emperor made Yang Ming exclaim "the father is kind and the daughter is filial".
Yang Ming took the cake brought by the maid, and before he had taken two bites, he saw the emperor waving at him.
"Come here, Captain ."
"yes!"
Yang Ming immediately put down the cake, walked quickly to the emperor, and lowered his head to listen to his instructions.
"Sit down," the old emperor said with a smile, "I have read your information before. You are from the Kashi Federation, right?"
Yang Ming said: "Thank you, Your Majesty."
He obediently pulled his 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 a chair. She was looking at Yang Ming with a smile, as if waiting for Yang Ming to make a fool of himself.
"You call yourself a bounty hunter?" The old emperor smiled even more. "Can you tell me, an old man, what bounty hunters do?"
Yang Ming looked up and exchanged glances with the old emperor.
The other person's eyes still didn't look sharp, but Yang Ming sensed a hint of pressure.
This made Yang Ming a little angry.
He is a carbon-based creature, a secondary ancient god life form, and a passionate young man on Earth, but he actually feels the pressure of being discovered in front of the intelligent machine!
Just bear with it.
"Excuse me, Your Majesty."
Yang Ming's eyes were very clear and his voice was full of magnetism. A few ideas flashed through his mind and he decided to put them into practice.
How about having a chat with this omnic about the topic of freedom?
Yang Ming said slowly:
"Initially, I didn't want to be an ordinary rich man under the protection of my uncle and live an idle life of collecting rent and fishing. That was not the life I wanted.
"I long for freedom, for not being constrained, for seeing the magnificent nebula that breeds stars, for seeing the hydrogen cloud that is like a cosmic wall, for seeing the death and withering of stars, for feeling the vastness of the universe, and for reflecting on the insignificance of life. I feel like I am wandering."
"Oh," the old emperor laughed, his eyes brightening up, "that sounds very interesting."
"Yes, it was free and unfettered," Yang Ming said with a smile, "but it wasn't a respectable job. I joined a team at that time, and I always felt that the only difference between us and interstellar pirates was that we didn't rob."
"Hahaha."
The old emperor seemed to be tickled.
He wondered, "Then how do you make a living?"
"We take on missions and work as mercenaries. Sometimes we help some multinational corporations transport supplies, and we also help deliver documents to places where wars are raging. But more often, we simply serve as mercenaries."
Yang Ming paused and sighed softly:
"Before joining the Royal Guard, I had already experienced dozens of battles, big and small. Many of my companions died in the battles, but those who survived accumulated a lot of wealth."
The old emperor asked with a smile: "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 fellow. You actually said out loud that you are a coward like you are afraid of death! They are used to hiding their little thoughts in their hearts, and then hypocritically say some high-sounding words to you.”
Yang Ming shrugged. "I think that the instinct of living things is to seek life and avoid death. Who doesn't want to live, breathe, think, and find the value of themselves? Of course, this is just my humble opinion. Your Majesty must have a richer and more philosophical understanding of life."
The old emperor smiled and shook his head: "That's different, Captain... Yang Ming, right? Your name is a little hard to pronounce, but it's easier to remember. I remember you, Yang Ming."
A faint smile appeared on Yang Ming's lips, and a hint of pride flashed across his brows.
——He did it on purpose.
The old emperor changed the subject and said, "Why did you come to this country? Especially at such a precarious time. You have to know that I don't have many years left to live. The New Federation wants to send my family to the gallows. They are still lurking in every corner, using their technological advantages to destroy this peaceful country."
Yang Ming felt that all eyes in the hall were focused on him.
He understood that the next answer would be very important to his development on the planet Yilandu.
Regardless of whether the old man in front of him is an intelligent machine or a carbon-based life, he is the embodiment of the empire's will, the master of the planet Ilando, and possesses the power of life and death that is above the law.
Yang Ming said slowly: "I am an opportunist at heart, but I will abide by the limits of morality and law."
"Oh? Tell me in detail."
"My coming to Luofeng is a risky investment."
Yang Ming smiled and said:
"The unstable political situation means there are many opportunities here, and the competition among various forces means there is enough wealth hidden here. For this reason, I convinced my uncle, 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, seeking noble status in the Luofeng Empire.
"I choose to support the royal family because they have a strong enough foundation."
The old emperor's eyes became much sharper: "You lied, young man."
Yang Ming immediately became nervous.
He looked at the old emperor.
The old emperor said calmly: "You chose to support the royal family not because of their so-called background."
"Yes," Yang Ming slowed down his speech so that he had more time to think. "I chose to support the royal family because of the Sherman Empire behind the royal family. I have intuitively felt its power and tyranny. As long as the New Federation does not dare to use the legion to fight against the Sherman Empire, this kind of petty fighting by agents and spies is not enough to challenge Sherman."
The old emperor smiled without commenting:
"You are still too young. The military is just an extension of politics. The Sherman Empire has been suffering in recent years. This is an undeniable fact."
As he spoke, the old emperor slowly stood up.
“It was nice chatting with you today, and we can continue chatting while you are on duty.
"The time now belongs to my daughter. I'm an old man here, you probably don't even dare to laugh out loud, go back.
"Have fun, Emilia."
"Thank you, father," Emilia gracefully lifted her skirt and bowed, "I will definitely not let you down in this field."
"Oh ha ha ha," the old emperor was obviously in a very good mood and left the table with a smile.
A group of maids and guards hurriedly followed, and the mechanical guards outside the door also set up an escort formation.
When the old emperor left...
All the young people in the room breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at each other and laughed out loud.
"Hey!"
Miss Windsor gently hit Yang Ming's arm and stared :
"You never told me these interesting stories!"
"Do you want to listen?" Yang Ming asked with a smile.
"Of course," she said, holding her cheek with her right hand, her eyes shining, "I want to know more about you."
"Let's go for a drink tonight?" Yang Ming whispered in her ear, "We can chat all night."
Windsor bit his lip lightly and whispered, "Then I'll tell Dad in advance that I might be back a little later tonight."
Yang Ming felt a burning sensation in his heart.
She agreed.
…
6:30 pm, night club where 026 works, public toilet.
Yang Ming turned the water flow to the maximum, turned on the shielding device he carried with him, and whispered to his watch.
"Lv, have you collected the materials?"
"Yes, boss. I felt the thought signals of the old emperor's omnic up close."
"Give me a report as soon as possible. I need to know which key words caused his thought signals to change significantly when I mentioned them."
"From what I can see now, it's Freedom, Adventure, and Sherman... I'll make a detailed count. Boss, remember to take safety measures. Your biological factors cannot be easily leaked."
"Got it, my nagging life assistant."
Yang Ming put down his watch, took off the hidden earphones in his ear holes, looked at himself in the mirror, and smiled.
It's going to be a great night.
Yang Ming turned his head and looked at his hips, shaking them gently. As the drumbeats came from outside the door, his body gradually relaxed.
Windsor had chosen this nightclub because 026 had mentioned that she worked there, and Windsor wanted to come and see how 026 was doing. ——They had previously added a social software friend at the old economics professor's house, and it seemed like they had been in touch like ordinary friends.
Yang Ming walked out of the bathroom and looked at the corner of his room. 026 was talking to Windsor. They both drank some wine and were laughing happily.
Yang Ming is a little envious of 026’s current living conditions.
Although she has not yet gotten rid of the effects of the drugs, it is good that she has a purpose in life.
There was a shadow moving behind me.
"Um?"
Yang Ming raised his eyebrows.
Two burly men appeared in front, both wearing ordinary clothes, jeans and leather jackets, or floral shirts and shorts, but their eyes were somewhat unfriendly, staring at Yang Ming closely.
The third prince's thugs?
Yang Ming glanced at Windsor and saw that the two female bodyguards hiding in the dark had alert.
Four people surrounded Yang Ming.
Yang Ming smiled and raised his hand to loosen his tie.
"fight?"
The other party did not respond, but suddenly pulled out a half-meter-long electric baton from behind and hit Yang Ming's shoulder.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
The muffled sound seemed to blend perfectly with the drum beats.
Yang Ming calmly walked out of the shadows and wiped the blood off his hands. Behind him were four curled up and twitching figures.
"Ming? What's wrong?" Windsor asked with concern.
"Windsor, you go home first. The two of you come out and escort Windsor," Yang Ming said directly to the place where the bodyguards were hiding. "026, go back to work and hide well. Remember to tell Kalmi to send me the details of those who are causing trouble in her territory before I wake up tomorrow, otherwise I will find her personally."
"Okay, okay, Mr. Yang Ming!"
"Ming!" Windsor shouted nervously.
There seemed to be more dark shadows surging around.
Yang Ming smiled at Windsor and said, "Leave first, okay? I don't want you to see me committing violence."
Windsor's eyelids trembled slightly. Before she could say anything, two female bodyguards stood in front of her and quickly called for support.
Behind Yang Ming, two dark shadows rushed out, holding electric batons and metal rods, and smashed them on the back of Yang Ming's head.
Yang Ming turned over and kicked, and two figures flew backwards.
There were bursts of screams all around. The two DJs on the stage were stunned for a moment and immediately changed to a song with a tighter rhythm.
Yang Ming bent down and grabbed a metal rod that had fallen at his feet. He casually tested the strength to determine how much force he should use so as not to kill anyone directly.
There were shadows gathering in front of him, and someone was touching his bulging lower back.
Yang Ming felt a surge of anger in his heart.
Damn!
These lackeys of the Third Prince really know how to pick the right time!
His romantic...
whoosh!
There was a sudden sound of breaking air behind him, and a delicate small bag hit Yang Ming on the head. Yang Ming turned his head and glared. Miss Windsor, who was holding two high-heeled shoes, blinked and smiled guiltily.
She wanted to help...
A figure rushed out from the front.
Two high-heeled shoes passed by Yang Ming and hit the figure rushing towards him, causing a little damage.
Yang Ming took a run and accelerated, and the metal rod made a whistling sound in the wind.
He decided to give the energy he had prepared in advance to these low-level thugs.
