Chapter 431: 198 has connections, just a bit wild
Yang Ming planned to set up in the Sherman Empire, essentially racing against the Valkyrie, naturally needing to be quick rather than slow.
He now had to move forward at a run.
After having a al with Edwan, drinking a bit, and chatting, Yang Ming left the Wind Palace and headed to the supply ship where Gudun Mah resided.
He didn’t announce his visit beforehand and directly bypassed layers of defense, silently appearing behind Gudun Mah, patting him on the shoulder and greeting him like an old friend, inquiring about his well-being.
This number two authority in the Wind Army was almost scared out of his wits.
Generally, when Gudun Mah spoke in a similar tone to his subordinates, it was mostly a sign that he was thinking about asking this subordinate to sacrifice their life.
Fortunately, Master Yang Ming’s evaluation of his work was “barely adequate” and gave him so criticism.
This gave Gudun Mah so psychological comfort.
——As long as Master Yang Ming criticized him, it ant he still had room for improvent, indirectly proving that Master Yang Ming would continue to favor him.
Of course, Yang Ming didn’t know the kind of ntal journey Gudun Mah went through. After staying there for a while, he headed to the Dark Two Base.
At the Dark Two Base, Yang Ming held a simple motivational eting for the chanical Thought Bodies, led by Dabichi, who had infiltrated human society, urging them to work hard and not slack off.
Compared to the likes of human subordinates like Gudun Mah, these chanical Thought Bodies were more stable. Whatever they were thinking was transparent from the background data, and their thought health index could be monitored at any ti.
They also all had a one-click spirit and flesh dual explosion system.
For safety, Lyu had secretly arranged a few chanical Thought Body officers around Gudun Mah to prevent him from losing control.
After the motivational eting, the most important preparation step before leaving the Wind Palace followed.
Boss Yang needed a biologist big sister to comfort his fragile heart, wounded by the Valkyrie.
——Which ant finding Miss Hera to preserve his cell tissues.
Since Hera had plunged into the Dark Two Base, she lost interest in information from the outside world.
Her current life was fulfilling and busy, surrounded by chanical Thought Bodies doing research, helping her complete the exploratory experints on the Insect Race and Ancient God Life Form.
So when Yang Ming expressed his intention, Hera felt very confused.
“Leaving an independent cell tissue? What do you plan to do? Isn’t it best not to expose your biological information?”
“Just in case,” Yang Ming said, “I might have the ability to regenerate from a single cell into a complete body… Of course, I can’t verify this, but as long as I leave a cluster of cell tissues, there’s always a bit more hope when facing doom.”
Hera seriously thought for a mont before responding, “This is a feature of Ancient God Life Forms, the key reason they are believed to be immortal, but I don’t think you can achieve this level yet.”
“Uh, just a reserve asure.”
“Okay, then we’ll test first whether your cells will self-destruct when detached from your body. If such a phenonon occurs, it shows you might indeed have the above feature. We don’t know how the Valkyrie you ntioned manages to keep them outside the body.”
Hera remained ticulous.
After a few simple experints, Yang Ming looked at his piece of dermal tissue floating in the nutrient solution and couldn’t help but frown tightly.
There was no necrosis, nor any change.
He didn’t have the perverse plug-in of “blood rebirth”?
This made Yang Ming feel a bit subtly disappointed.
“Is it necessary to preserve sothing like stem cells?” Yang Ming mumbled.
“I don’t have any equipnt here to extract your stem cells,” Hera said, rubbing her forehead. “It was already enough trouble just to break through your skin.”
“Alright, then just hold onto it for now.”
Yang Ming shrugged, “This also counts as the seed of my life.”
Hera pursed her lips and chuckled.
The two inadvertently made eye contact.
Yang Ming thought of those intertwined nights of desire.
Hera lowered her head to avoid his gaze, whispering, “Want sothing to eat? I’ve been learning to cook recently, though I haven’t practiced much.”
Yang Ming suddenly took two steps forward.
She instinctively stepped back, her back hitting the cabinet.
“Ming, we’d better…”
Before she could finish, her soft pink lips were sealed, and as those still-warm hands covered her slim waist, Hera suddenly wrapped her arms tightly around Yang Ming, closing her eyes forcefully.
Because Miss Hera was too captivating,
Yang Ming’s plan to enter the Sherman Empire was officially delayed by three days.
…
Yang Ming arrived at the East Wind.
Lyu, mimicking Yang Ming’s voice, shouted beside him,
“Lyu, our ti is very precious now, every minute and every second is very valuable.”
Yang Ming smiled and didn’t pay attention to this guy’s sarcasm.
How could a chanical Thought Body know human joy?
Yang Ming calmly asked, “How well is the preparation going?”
The surveillance caras in every corner of the corridor slightly adjusted their direction, beams of light intertwining, slightly altering the simulation of the gravitational field. Lyu’s life-sized realistic projection appeared beside Yang Ming.
She changed into the ‘thermal’ outfit currently popular in the Sherman Empire’s Emperor Star Circle—an inner cropped top, a tight-fit leather mini skirt with smooth long stockings, and a red leather coat draped on the outside to let her smooth long hair naturally fall.
Lyu smiled and said, “Except for you, Boss, not being in position, all the preliminary work has been completed.”
Yang Ming feigned surprise, “Since when were you this efficient?”
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