Chapter 687: 289 Fourth Pioneer [Extra update!]_2
Miss Mimili’s expression was sowhat icy, “May I confirm one more ti? Are you really the boss here?”
“What proof do you need?” The young man sliced the cooked at in front of him, “How about I randomly toss a few people off the ship?”
Miss Mimili leaned in as if listening closely and frowned, “This seems unbelievable to ; how could they obey you?”
“First, you have to be ruthless, second, you have to rely on technology, and third, you have to make it profitable for these people.”
The young man didn’t mind sharing his business secrets.
He laughed, “All I need to do is lift a finger, and the heads of more than a thousand people on this ship will explode.”
“He maintains organizational relationships by instilling fear.”
Miss Mimili said softly, holding her right ear.
The young man squinted and smiled, “Who are you talking to?”
“You’re so smart; why don’t you guess?” Miss Mimili squinted and smiled, “and I have to remind you of sothing else.”
“What?”
“You and the White Ghost are not the sa kind.”
Bang!
The chair in front of her suddenly flipped, Miss Mimili’s long legs kicked up, scattering food and utensils.
The young man was quick to react, jumping back at the instant Miss Mimili lashed out, but he rolled clumsily upon landing.
The young man laughed instead of getting angry, licking his lips, “Right, that’s your nature, a wild horse!”
“You’re the wild horse!”
Miss Mimili jumped up with a cold face, her short skirt fluttering slightly, and her right foot flew out to kick at the young man.
The young man dodged back imdiately.
Miss Mimili’s legs seed to have springs installed, performing a series of flying kicks even in high heels, and the young man, clutching his chest, was kicked several ters away.
Miss Mimili shook her dress lightly and clicked her tongue disapprovingly,
“Is that all you’ve got?”
“Cough, cough, cough!”
The young man slowly raised his head, no anger in his eyes, and despite labored breathing, he managed a smile, “You should have restrained
directly, Miss Mimili.”
“Hmm?” Miss Mimili narrowed her eyes as the young man pressed his lapel pin.
The sound of rapid footsteps suddenly rose, several cabinets were pushed open, and a large number of silver chanical Guards poured in, raising laser guns and aiming at Miss Mimili’s forehead.
The young man sneered coldly, spat out the blood in his mouth, and slowly stood up.
“Don’t worry, Miss Mimili, I have plenty of ti and patience to ta you. Now, I declare you’re mine.”
Miss Mimili’s earpiece flickered faintly.
She gave the young man a peculiar look and frowned, “Is this your ace in the hole?”
“Hmm? Not enough?”
Miss Mimili raised a finger, lightly shook it and then pointed at the young man, “Aim at him.”
Whoosh, whoosh!
Hundreds of chanical Guards simultaneously turned around, unlocking their laser guns and aiming at the young man.
The chanical Guards that had been standing behind the young man now pointed their barrels at him.
The young man looked utterly astonished, then quickly shouted at the button on his collar, “Co here!”
A flash of crimson light passed outside the door, a faint red tide ignored the ship’s barriers and spread so distance within the cabin.
Then, the door was slowly pushed open.
Hundreds of n and won lay haphazardly on the ground, all unconscious, and the only standing man, now slowly walking in, closed the non-electrically powered alloy blast doors behind him.
The young man was frozen in place.
This red tide… it was the White Ghost’s doing!
Miss Mimili complained, “Is an opponent like this worth you coming personally, Uncle?”
“Of course it’s worth it,” Yang Ming snapped his fingers in the manner of the young man, and a chanical Guard went to a corner, moved a huge wardrobe from behind a secret door.
In the wardrobe stood high-simulation robots resembling a young man, a middle-aged man, and an older woman.
“This guy is actually quite cunning.”
Yang Ming smiled and said,
“This middle-aged man, I found him when I was investigating his power. But his identity is just a middle managent within his gang.
“This young man has appeared on so assassination orders issued by Free Federation politicians, likely his identity for dealing with politicians.
“But I didn’t expect that he hasn’t fully grown up yet… Were you a little brat when you first woke up? Pioneer.”
Miss Mimili raised her eyebrows slightly.
She knew Yang Ming was sharing so secret information and he hadn’t excluded her this ti.
The young man frowned tightly at the sowhat unfamiliar face, “White Ghost?”
Yang Ming did not answer and did not remove his mask, leisurely walking to Miss Mimili’s side. He opened his left hand, and a chair flew over to him, and he sat down, arranging his cuffs at his leisure.
“Choose,” Yang Ming said slowly, “We can either cooperate or be adversarial. If we cooperate, you live; oppose , and you’ll be half-dead.”
The young man clenched his fists tightly.
“I can tell you,” Yang Ming said calmly, “the last ti you ssed up in the Free Federation, I added insult to injury and had so of your peripheral powers knocked off. But I was gentler than the guy hiding in Minter City. He really wanted to kill you because the Pioneers within the Guel Alliance have been killed by him.”
“Are you the White Ghost?” the young man asked coldly.
“Does it matter? Fellow.”
Yang Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, and a strong spiritual power surged toward the young man.
Now rely a regular person, the young man’s face turned pale, and continuous illusions appeared before his eyes, with a persistent buzzing sound in his ears.
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