Chapter 665: 282 is a bit perverted
It wasn’t even a hard hit, yet this guy really got injured.
In the corner of the banquet hall where the lights returned to normal, a few won dressed as maids were in a flurry. The young man with dium-length brown hair kept hissing in pain, not only with a bandage wrapped around his head but also wearing a small head cover.
Originally drunk, Lieutenant Colonel Atro of the Central Intelligence Agency had his brain cleared up under the effect of a sobering drug. He sat beside the young man, looking sowhat nervous.
Good heavens, directly busted open the head of a hereditary earl.
Even as an Empire hero, one shouldn’t be so audacious!
Atro, however, was considerate, thinking about how to defuse the situation. If this hereditary earl really pursued the matter, he would intervene to diate.
Yang Ming stood at a distance, hands behind his back, examining the high ceiling construction while actually listening to Lyu report on the relevant matters.
This Revelle Rassoga, the youngest earl in the Empire, was a hereditary earl with his own fiefdom and a dium-sized private fleet. His political status within the Empire was comparable to that of the nsa family whom Yang Ming had once beaten up.
During the Empire’s outbreak of the insect swarm, Revelle Rassoga led his fleet, appearing outside Saka Star at a critical mont like a godsend, fighting alongside the White Ghost and saving the survivors of Saka Star.
He beca famous within the imperial noble circles from that one battle.
Revelle constantly expressed his admiration and praise for the White Ghost in public forums, even posting on a social dia platform with over ten million followers about the several warehouses of official White Ghost rchandise he purchased, along with thank-you letters from the White Ghost’s entire support club.
This made Yang Ming ponder.
Did he have a unique charm… How did he attract such a ‘Brokeback Earl’…
That scene earlier with the rose slipped to his face…
Yang Ming twitched the corner of his mouth; he truly felt so physical discomfort.
Sorry, he really wasn’t into n.
If this got out, wouldn’t all kinds of gossip fly everywhere?
As Yang Ming pondered, nearby there ca a clatter of footsteps, with several maids from the Rasoga family urgently shouting, “Slow down,” “The wound is still bleeding,” “Master, don’t run!” and so on.
Revelle shouted with full vigor,
“Mr. Ghost!”
Yang Ming turned around, face cold, nodding slightly as he replied, “Just now, I reacted on reflex…”
Revelle, breathing sowhat heavily, his handso face could completely be described as having sword-like brows and starry eyes, extraordinarily spirited, with a nose like it was carefully carved by an art master, and a pair of bright, keen eyes bursting with a dagger-like gleam.
“Can you give
an autograph?”
“Eh?”
“I am your fan!”
Revelle ripped open his formal suit, revealing well-defined muscles on his abdon.
Just when Yang Ming couldn’t help but retreat half a step, Revelle turned 180 degrees on the spot, showing his back… a full-color tattoo of Yang Ming’s back wearing exoskeleton cha!
Yang Ming heaved a sigh of relief in his heart.
Who doesn’t have a fan or two?
Revelle jumped back, quickly tidied his clothes, and elegantly bowed to Yang Ming, then snapped his fingers loudly.
Four charming maids imdiately lined up, their expressions either shy, expectant, composed, or excited, pulling their maid skirts up by more than ten centiters, tilting their four long, white legs forward, revealing the tattooed words on them.
[I] [Love] [Ghost].
A few black lines appeared on Yang Ming’s forehead.
Who, who doesn’t have a crazy fan or two?
“Look!” Revelle took out a paper photo, holding it to his chest, “I have built a White Ghost the park covering 120,000 square ters on my private planet for you, donating 50% of the park’s net profits to your fan support club, dedicated to promoting your great deeds throughout the human society of the Milky Way!”
Yang Ming: …
With excitent in his heart, Revelle said,
“To celebrate your upcoming debut anniversary, I have run city screen blessing advertisents in all major cities within the Emperor Star Circle!”
“To ensure you receive fair treatnt, I have allied with thirty-six imperial noble families with hereditary titles to jointly petition the Elder Court!”
“To constantly remind myself to keep moving forward with you as an example, my several mistresses voluntarily tattooed your exoskeleton cha on their fair chests… oof!”
Yang Ming pressed his hand over Revelle’s mouth.
That last part was absolutely unnecessary!
Next to him, Atro breathed a sigh of relief—it seed no one was paying attention to the possibly big or small incident of the young earl getting his head busted open anymore.
After being ‘hugged’ by Yang Ming, the young earl, Revelle, imdiately stood up perfectly straight, continuously blinking at Yang Ming.
Sohow, that look even seed a bit obedient.
“Alright,” Yang Ming said in a low voice, “I got it, Revelle! You’re my fan, I am your idol! Can we not talk about these things? Show your mature and wise side; I don’t like my fans being fanatical and irrational, as that would make
feel there was a great mistake in the direction of my public guidance.”
Revelle nodded imdiately.
Yang Ming released his hand from this guy’s mouth, proactively stepping back two steps to maintain distance.
Revelle’s breathing quickly stabilized, his eyes blazing as he looked at Yang Ming: “Can, can we go open a room to chat?”
“A private room! That’s called a private room!”
“Oh, right, a private room, you agreed?” Revelle turned his head and shouted, “Hurry and arrange the best view suite in this hotel!”
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