Chapter 667: 282 It’s a bit perverted_3
“I swear, I will follow your footsteps, uncover the mysteries of the human body, and beco a superhuman hero to protect humanity!”
He tore off his formal wear in one swift motion and stood on the chair, displaying his muscular upper body.
“Now, my idol!
“I want to confront the gap between you and
directly, let
directly experience your power!
“Strike
head-on! I’ve waited so long for this day! Hurry! Do not hesitate! Let
feel your power!”
Yang Ming and Atro exchanged glances.
The forr’s eyes were filled with confusion, while the latter’s eyes were filled with idiocy.
The surrounding maids and secretaries were looking at the young man with admiration, two of the girls were already breathing heavily, nearly unable to stand.
Yang Ming squeezed out from between his teeth, “There really are all sorts of people in the noble circles.”
Atro randomly touched his face and said, “As the forest grows larger, perhaps indulge him a bit, this Earl is incredibly wealthy and well-connected, it’s best not to offend him.”
“Cough! You first co down, don’t always stand so high.”
Yang Ming spoke gently,
“You want to experience my power, right?”
“Yes!” Revelle jumped in front of Yang Ming, “Give
a punch, please respect
and give
a real punch with your true power.”
Yang Ming pondered slightly and spoke softly, “Firstly, I do not approve of this way of idolizing soone. If you respect , I hope you will restrain yourself and keep your admiration and respect for
in your heart.”
“Mm! I understand!” Revelle spoke softly, “Perhaps I did go a bit overboard…”
“Secondly, you would struggle to handle my power, and I am a product of genetic experints. I have experienced hellish pain, and these are not fond mories for .”
Yang Ming frowned and said,
“You are sowhat selfish and self-indulgent. Real respect for others involves considering their perspective and thinking whether your actions might trouble them.”
Revelle’s lips were tightly sealed, like a little schoolboy who had done sothing wrong, listening to the lecture with his head bowed.
“Lastly, I can showcase a bit of my strength, but after displaying it, I will have to leave, as my girlfriend is waiting for
at ho; my desires are normal and ordered.”
Yang Ming raised a finger and gently tapped on the table in front of him. The table instantly shattered into pieces, yet the bowls, chopsticks, and cups remained quietly suspended in the air.
Revelle’s eyes widened.
Yang Ming calmly stood up, adjusted his lapel, and took a step forward. The surrounding maids, secretaries, and the elderly butler all began to float.
Soft gasps were continuous as the girls hurriedly held down their “real anti-gravity” skirts.
As Yang Ming stepped forward, more and more tables and chairs began to float, while Atro and a few nearby hotel staff mbers stood there in shock, their expressions stupefied.
“One more thing,”
Yang Ming stopped walking and turned to look at Revelle:
“The war with the Insect Race is a brutal struggle for survival between humans and the Alien Race. You should have already experienced its viciousness. Don’t get hung up on whether it’s a barren desert or not; if you truly want to contribute to humanity, then take practical action.
“Your pain is far greater than that of others.
“Nonsense.”
Yang Ming turned and left. Seconds later, various tables, chairs, and a group of people all crashed down, various cups and bowls shattered on the ground.
Revelle lay on the cold floor, at that mont, as if he had co to a realization.
…
In the early morning, on the balcony of a villa by a mountain lake.
Dressed in a bathrobe, Yang Ming stretched lazily, welcoming the Constant Star’s light, feeling extrely comfortable.
Just finished with her morning routine, Catherine ran up from behind and bumped into him, wrapping her arms around Yang Ming’s waist and sniffing him carefully.
She clicked her tongue softly, “You ca back so late last night, did you do sothing naughty behind my back?”
Yang Ming laughed, “Captain, how dare I face your Ship-Slicing Blade.”
“Really none?”
“Of course, I even t a pervert, but he was a man.”
“n can also be love rivals,” Catherine muttered looking down.
Yang Ming turned and embraced her, his hand finding the perfect spot to tickle her. Catherine laughed and dodged as they played around on the balcony before embracing again, looking into each other’s eyes and starting their daily French kiss in the morning light.
As they were kissing, their increasingly passionate actions gradually slowed down, and they both frowned and looked toward the neighboring villa nearby.
“Wasn’t that place empty?” Yang Ming asked, puzzled.
Catherine muttered, “We could have just gone inside… I rember that next door was still empty yesterday.”
Suddenly!
Four adorable maid-outfitted girls with cat ears and paws appeared on the neighbor’s balcony. They made cute gesture actions at Yang Ming and Catherine and shouted in unison,
“Master! Good morning! It’s another energizing day!”
Yang Ming’s facial muscles twitched.
Catherine, holding his hands, clearly displayed superhuman strength not typical of a regular human female.
…
Beep, beep.
The rhythmic chanical beeping sound echoed continuously in the dark space.
Curling up in the dark box, the young girl seed to hear a faint conversation coming from the dark.
“Your Majesty… Your Majesty, this is against the rules; according to the ancestral teachings, the Empire shouldn’t pray unless it’s facing a crisis or major event.”
“Who made those rules?”
“Yes, the previous Emperors.”
“When they made the rules, they were Emperors, and now when I am updating this rule, I am also the Emperor, isn’t that acceptable?”
“This…”
“Pray.”
“But…”
“Your sister seems quite eager to take your place.”
The girl’s eyelashes fluttered slightly.
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