Chapter 463: 210 Collectibles [I’m Back]_2
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Buzz—
Warm water flowed from the faucet, washing over Yang Ming’s fingertips. Next to him, the online terminal was still broadcasting a critic’s scathing comntary on the White Ghost, filled with rhetoric similar to that of the No. 3 Dismberer.
Most of the ti, Lyu filtered out these trifling, chaotic voices to avoid bothering Yang Ming.
Today, Yang Ming listened in and found it… quite amusing.
What kind of moral coercion genius is this?
Helping the Empire, even if his motives weren’t pure, contributed tangibly to the Empire; then because he didn’t give “a hundred percent dedication,” they’d label him a criminal?
“Go to hell,” Yang Ming cursed inwardly.
At that mont, a trace of thought flashed across his eyes but quickly disappeared.
Soone had arrived.
The sound of the water seed to slow, Yang Ming’s breathing grew a bit heavy, and he gently shook his head, wondering what was happening to him. He looked up at the mirror and quickly turned away.
The alluring woman with the code na “Yayu” leaned against the door, her delicate clothing looking ready to slip off at any mont.
“What are you doing here?”
Yang Ming’s voice beca slightly hoarse, and his heart rate increased slightly.
Of course, he knew it was because Yayu had used so special perfu.
The woman approached with sultry eyes, wordlessly expressing her desire through body language.
She gently pushed Yang Ming onto the edge of the sink, one slender, beautiful leg continuously brushed against him, her right hand hooked around his neck, and her glossy, vibrant red lips moved towards his mouth.
Yang Ming struggled slightly, applying the force an ordinary man could muster to push the woman back.
But the woman held him steady, gripping the hand pushing her and guiding it straight to her chest.
Yang Ming: …
If he didn’t have to hide his strength now, would he put up with this supermodified person?
He would surely give her a firm slap and fiercely scold her as “lowly.”
Unfortunately, he couldn’t strike now.
Yang Ming tightly shut his mouth, dodging sideways with force, squeezing out a line, “No, don’t do this!”
—Biotric information must not be compromised.
The woman let out a coquettish laugh, whispered by Yang Ming’s ear, “I can give you pleasure you’ve never experienced before, sothing Bryant could never have.”
A clever idea popped into Yang Ming’s mind. He opened his eyes to look ahead, “Bryant, why are you here?”
The woman instinctively turned to look behind her, adopting a combat-ready stance.
Yang Ming seized the opportunity and darted toward the bathroom door.
The woman’s lips curved in a subtle smirk, and she was about to reach for Yang Ming’s neck, but her movent suddenly paused. She frowned at the wooden door, allowing Yang Ming to open it.
Yang Ming naturally knew Bryant was outside.
Bryant had arrived almost simultaneously with Yayu.
When the door swung open, Yang Ming seed to see a warm sun. The gentle, strong light etched a few seconds of daze onto his face.
Within those seconds, Yang Ming vaguely saw:
Bryant, clad in a white dress with wings spread wide, danced continuously in the deep starry sky and then opened her arms toward him, embracing him in a warm hug.
No, this was so kind of psychological suggestion, more accurately, already within the realm of a ntal attack!
Although Yang Ming didn’t understand why Bryant would suddenly attack him, he had to decide at that mont.
Either retaliate decisively or continue the disguise.
The ntal attack wasn’t strong, as if the target wasn’t even him…
Yang Ming hesitated for half a second and chose to continue the disguise, blankly staring at Bryant outside the door as the intense light quickly faded.
Bryant’s face was icy cold.
He yanked Yang Ming out, glaring angrily back at Yayu in the bathroom, a heavy, deep cold hum emitted, and substantial spiritual power surged towards Yayu.
Yang Ming was adept at wielding spiritual power too.
At this mont, Yang Ming felt firsthand just how astonishing Bryant’s spiritual power was.
While not comparable to the Valkyrie from their last encounter, it was already a match against the current Yang Ming.
Yayu let out a sharp scream, clutching her head and huddled down, her body trembling continuously.
“Bryant!”
The No. 3 Dismberer and the burly man hurried over.
Bryant slowly closed his eyes, his mouth twitching slightly, as he pulled Yang Ming by the arm and stord out.
Yayu retched for a while in the bathroom, bloodshot eyes forming in her sockets.
…
After this little episode, the woman with the code na Yayu didn’t appear before Yang Ming again, presumably having returned to the Poisoned Stinger Ship earlier.
Yang Ming then chatted with the three supermodified people for another two hours before they planned to move on for a grand feast. Just then, the three supermodified people simultaneously received a ssage.
Yang Ming heard them discussing the discovery of the White Ghost’s base, which required their imdiate presence.
And thus concluded the second eting with Bryant.
Watching the Poisoned Stinger Ship leave the atmosphere, Yang Ming lingered on the rooftop for an additional ten minutes, confirming that the surrounding environnt was devoid of any abnormality before abruptly returning to his room.
Bryant had hidden sothing in his subconscious!
At the instant he pulled open the bathroom’s wooden door, just seconds before confronting Yayu, Bryant had also attacked Yang Ming with spiritual power.
This attack hadn’t inflicted any substantial harm on Yang Ming.
He lay back on his bed and had just put on the glasses to contact Lyu when Lyu sent the relevant information.
Their so-called “exclusive base” was successfully exposed.
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