Chapter 473: The girl who stepped onto the stage on a missile_3
Yayu, cradling her arms, began to ponder sothing as the airship switched to a new pilot and carried everyone down toward a marked beach.
The chasing attack boats behind no longer fired, simultaneously gliding toward the beach.
About ten minutes later, a total of five small vessels gently landed in the gap between the azure seas and blue skies, and the handcuffs on Yang Ming and Godoy had been removed.
The cabin door opened, and Yayu’s two subordinates followed behind Yang Ming and Godoy, escorting them onto the beach.
Not far away, the airship opened its wing doors, and Bryant, dressed in a white robe and the Asexual God Envoy, jumped out directly, his gaze passing over Yang Ming and Godoy and staring emotionlessly at Yayu hiding inside the cabin.
Bryant suddenly raised both hands, his neck veins bulging.
The two young n behind Yang Ming groaned, with blood trickling from their nostrils as they slowly collapsed.
A breeze blew by, but the police airship emitted a dull thumping sound, and two half-ter diater dents appeared in the cabin.
“Bryant, what do you an?” Yayu shouted angrily. “You don’t plan to accept the arbitration from that senior, do you?”
“Get down here.”
“Think I’m afraid of you?”
Yayu sneered as he jumped out of the cabin, his body covered in pink dust, a simple helt appeared on his head at so point, and he held two tal short blades in his hands.
Bryant’s eyes emitted two substantial golden flas, slowly raising his hands surrounded by several strands of golden smoke, as whirlwinds rapidly converged around him.
But this ti, Yayu seed to withstand Bryant’s spiritual attack.
Yang Ming, who had hidden himself in a corner of the airship at so unknown point, imdiately recognized that Yayu’s helt was a fine piece.
This ti, without needing Yang Ming’s inner cheers, Yayu took a strong step forward, her graceful body unleashing astonishing power, and the speed of her charge suddenly surged as she took the initiative to attack.
Bryant’s figure slowly lifted off the ground, wrapped in a tornado, waves of spiritual power surging toward Yayu like ocean waves.
Yayu’s tal short blades also had significant prestige: as she ran rapidly around Bryant, the grooves of the blades ejected thin needles like hairs.
The tips of the needles, carrying blue flas, drilled directly into the wind barrier toward Bryant’s neck and back…
Viscount Godoy Saka stared, mouth agape, just as he was about to speak, Yang Ming shoved a handful of dried fruit into his mouth.
“Mmm… are they shooting a movie? Mmm!”
“They are transford people,” Yang Ming explained softly. “One is adept at spiritual power, and one excels at close combat assassinations. There’s quite a gap between their strengths.”
“Eh, Little Hui, how do you know them?”
“I’m a detective,” Yang Ming spread his hands, “Sotis, you have to deal with all sorts of people. Transford people are also part of society; we can’t discriminate against them.”
Godoy was at a loss for words for a mont.
Yang Ming squinted and smiled, grabbing a bag of nuts to snack on while observing the Empire’s so-called supermodified people.
Yayu’s strength wasn’t too outstanding, which might be related to Bryant restricting most of her abilities; close combat probably wasn’t her forte.
Bryant wasn’t showing his full strength. He now stood suspended in the tornado, looking effortlessly in control, as if he was toying with Yayu.
The guy’s earlier glance toward him was akin to looking at a rock, which sowhat unsettled Yang Ming.
Just then, Yang Ming slightly arched an eyebrow and looked up into the sky.
Even for soone as experienced as he was, this mont was sowhat shocking.
High in the sky, a ball of fire diagonally streaked toward this stretch of beach. Through the firelight, Yang Ming saw a cruise missile, about three ters long.
The missile itself was not unusual; what was unusual was that above the missile’s warhead, stood a girl in a golden battle dress.
The dress, designed in a ‘Desert Wind’ style, featured a strapless top paired with a high-slit long skirt, fully revealing her splendid figure, while a noticeable golden mask hung around her fair neck.
Yang Ming rubbed his nose.
This girl looked… at most a C.
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