Chapter 684: 288 Pioneer Trap_2
Yang Ming glared at the money-hungry chanical Thought Body, almost ready to unscrew her main processor.
“Be cautious with your actions,” Yang Ming frowned and said, “This isn’t our territory. A mighty dragon can’t overpower a local serpent. The Fourth Pioneer’s influence in the Free Federation is enormous. Any news from the agent?”
“Uh, a lot.”
Lyu couldn’t help but raise a hand to rub his forehead, “I’ve been posing as Mimili’s cousin to act as an agent, and I’ve already received twelve poaching invitations and over a hundred and twenty dinner invitations from wealthy businesspeople and celebrities. We can na any price.”
Yang Ming:…
“Mimili’s charm is off the charts.”
“Boss, your resistance to this allure has incredibly changed my perception of you.”
“Get out! Stop making fun of
over this! If Kolev wasn’t still alive… ahem, the next step is your responsibility. Start filtering; we only have a week. Screen everyone trying to get close to Mimili.”
Lyu smiled and said, “No problem, boss. I’ve been keeping an eye on the Fourth Pioneer’s outer forces. They’re indeed active right now, and a little over half of those one hundred twenty invitations are related to them.”
“You an the Fourth Pioneer issued so many invitations?”
“Yes.”
“Send
to Mimili’s side. I need to protect her personally,” Yang Ming’s eyes sparked with an astonishing light, “If anything feels off, abandon the plan and retreat imdiately.”
Lyu said, “Rest assured, boss. We’re currently in a relatively peripheral location of the Free Federation. They can’t detect the upgraded stealth system of the East Wind.”
Yang Ming spoke earnestly, “Don’t be complacent and arrogant. Complacency is failure’s father, arrogance is failure’s uncle.”
Lyu sighed helplessly.
It’s not as if they’re facing that imnsely powerful predecessor. Her advantage in this peripheral network of the Free Federation, this third biggest player in the Galaxy, was indeed considerable.
“Boss, shall we proceed with the next step?”
“Wait for two days, let the public opinion subside, then create another hotspot.”
“Yes!”
Two days later, a piece of news about Mimili once again swept through the internet.
[Ninicentennial beauty model publicly auctions lunch invitation.]
The invitation was one-of-a-kind, and the content was a lunch with Mimili for the auction winner. Additionally, the dining conditions were extrely stringent, requiring the presence of Mimili’s agent and being conducted in a public setting.
The invitation auction lasted an hour, and when the auction settled at 1.2 million United States Coins, an anonymous tycoon suddenly intervened, adding a zero to the auction amount.
Yang Ming, disguised and stationed beside Mimili as a bodyguard, couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at this scene.
Yang Ming muttered, “Is your al really worth this much?”
Mimili couldn’t help but raise a hand to rub her forehead, “This is much faster than making money as a pirate! It’s downright profiteering!”
Just as Mimili finished speaking, Lyu delivered news that invigorated Yang Ming.
The fish had taken the bait.
The Fourth Pioneer’s forces had already moved, and the funds from the final auction winner originated from a certain group at the periphery of the Fourth Pioneer.
…
The lunch’s location was right on the planet where Mimili ‘lived,’ at the most expensive restaurant.
A group of reporters arrived at the news, and Mimili, who had ticulously dressed up, appeared in advance in the corner of the restaurant’s lobby, facing the photographers only to play with her phone.
A few bodyguards stood with their hands behind their backs, scanning the surroundings nacingly from behind Mimili.
Yang Ming blended in with the bodyguards.
According to Yang Ming and Lyu’s speculation, the person appearing at this luncheon was unlikely to be the Fourth Pioneer himself, but more likely one of the Fourth Pioneer’s lackeys.
But as long as they kept a close eye on whoever showed up, they might be able to find traces of the Fourth Pioneer.
Mimili waited for about half an hour. Suddenly, more than ten hovercars appeared below the building outside the restaurant, a group of tall n in trench coats and sunglasses blocked all the restaurant’s exits, and drove away the swarm of reporters.
Could it be their arrival?
“Miss,” following Lyu’s script, Yang Ming bent forward and spoke, “It seems a little off. Shall we leave first?”
“No need,” Mimili smiled, “Perhaps this gentleman doesn’t like being photographed.”
“Be careful.”
Mimili smiled, “Hmm, in broad daylight, would they really dare to abduct
directly?”
Just as she spoke, two rows of burly n in trench coats rushed into the restaurant, restrained the restaurant security, and stord in.
Yang Ming led a few bodyguards forward, barely holding back the intimidating aura of these strong n.
“What are you doing?”
A voice of complaint echoed from the crowd: “Don’t frighten the lovely Miss Mimili. Wouldn’t that make my 12 million spent for nothing?”
“Yes, boss!”
The group of strong n turned to face each other, forming a narrow path with their bodies.
Could this be…? The Fourth Pioneer?
Yang Ming scrutinized the newcor.
ticulously grood, a gleaming three-seven hair part, a pinstriped suit, slightly dark skin, over fifty years old, a sowhat petite figure, and that perpetual look of smug satisfaction in a obsequious smile.
Yang Ming raised an eyebrow, probably just a lackey.
The obsequious uncle made a bowing gesture.
Mimili nodded with a smile, gracefully stood up and returned the gesture, softly saying, “This was originally just a joke by my cousin, who knew it would cause such a sensation and cause you to spend so much.”
“Allow
to introduce myself; you may call
George.”
“Please, have a seat, Mr. George.”
“Oh, no no no, Miss Mimili has misunderstood,” the obsequious uncle chuckled, “Please co with , I am rely a minor role and wouldn’t dare to dine with you. Our boss dislikes appearing in person; a spaceship has already been prepared for you.”
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