Chapter 951: Chapter 956: Where is Mr. Yang?
"Ah?" Yan Qingqing’s cheeks turned slightly red. "Dad, what are you talking about? Our relationship isn’t like that!"
Yan Feng paid no attention to Yan Qingqing and kept his gaze fixed on Yang Gang, as if trying to see right through Yang Gang’s soul.
Yang Gang remained unmoved, smiling lightly, "Uncle, you indeed have misunderstood. Qingqing and I are just friends. Moreover, I am already married."
"Married?" Yang Gang’s response took Yan Feng by surprise and also left him with a tinge of regret.
In fact, he was quite satisfied with Yang Gang.
Just now, he had used the topic of news to test Yang Gang.
Most young people would pull out all the stops to analyze such news at this mont, to show off their so-called political acun. Furthermore, to curry favor with him, the Vice President, they would undoubtedly criticize the terrorists bitterly.
But Yang Gang had casually said, "As a foreigner, it’s not my place to comnt on the internal affairs of other countries," which was exactly the answer Yan Feng had hoped for.
Neither arrogant nor impetuous, staying out of politics, and showing calmness and wisdom.
It was just that he had never expected this man, who looked so young, to be already married.
It was indeed a matter of so regret.
Yan Qingqing was also sowhat taken aback. After coming to her senses, a flicker of complicated thoughts passed through her eyes, but she said nothing more.
The dinner that followed grew sowhat silent.
After dinner, Yang Gang and Yan Qingqing set off to say their goodbyes.
Yan Qingqing’s vehicle was a light transport ship, weighing 500,000 tons—roughly equivalent to the mass of 10 Nimitz-class aircraft carriers. In Pandora, where multimillion-ton spaceships were common, Yan Qingqing’s ship could only be considered a small one.
However, although the spacecraft was small, its onboard equipnt was first-class, after all, Yan Mansion was a prestigious family within the Daxia Federation.
By this ti, the city had already been enveloped by night.
The night city shimred with mysterious neon lights, from the ground to tens of thousands of ters in the air. The glittering spots adorned the city’s prosperity. In the different levels of air traffic, various flying vehicles followed their routes, their twinkling lights joining to create chains of rainbows. The cityscape at night was simply breathtaking.
When Yan Qingqing’s ship reached the spaceport, the entire spaceport shone like a constant star embedded among a group of planets. Under its dazzling colors, the imnse port was like an ancient giant stretching across the sky.
This spaceport was one of the few super ports in the Daxia Federation, with daily traffic of ships over ten million tons easily exceeding ten thousand vessels.
After completing the inspection and departure procedures, the transport ship gently left the spaceport, and the rear of the ship suddenly ejected two brilliant blue glows. Accompanied by the roar of thrusters and engines, the transport ship glided through a trail of light and sailed towards the vast sky.
The ship entered autopilot mode, and everyone in the cockpit was now completely idle.
The other pilots instinctively left, and soon, only Yang Gang and Yan Qingqing remained in the cockpit.
Yang Gang’s gaze shifted away from the orbital display and turned to Yan Qingqing, smiling. "It seems you want to say sothing but stop yourself. What is it?"
Yan Qingqing was slightly embarrassed, but quickly regained her composure, responding with a light smile, "I didn’t expect you to get married so early."
"Is it early? I’m already 25 years old," said Yang Gang.
"Getting married at 25 is early, isn’t it? Like , I’m 25 too, but I’ve just started university," Yan Qingqing retorted.
It was then Yang Gang rembered sothing, and he broke out in a sweat.
Indeed, getting married at 25 was considered early on Pandora. With an average life expectancy of 150 years, nearly double that of Earth, their usual age for marriage and childbearing was much later.
"If Yan Qingqing knew that I actually got married five years ago and even have a son who’s four years old, she would probably be even more shocked," Yang Gang thought to himself.
Days spent flying were extrely boring.
One day, bored out of his mind, Yang Gang wandered aimlessly around the ship.
The internal structure of this ship was complex, and without paying attention, Yang Gang got lost. He stumbled into a room and witnessed a blood-pumping scene.
Yan Qingqing seed to be changing her clothes, her outer garnt shed, leaving only a transparent, seductive lace bra.
This was the latest international style of lingerie, with no padding at all, it was seductively focused, and the V-shape provided a strong visual impact. Butterfly-shaped with beautiful wing embroidery, it gave Yan Qingqing an air of wild, classical beauty. The star beneath the faint erald hue provided an unobstructed view of its provocative charm.
Surging and towering waves, snow-white and smooth skin, a figure with golden proportions, and a stunningly beautiful face—this was truly a rare exceptional beauty!
Yan Qingqing paused when she saw Yang Gang, but once she ca to her senses, she didn’t throw a tantrum or smash anything; instead, she calmly dressed in front of him.
"Took a wrong turn?" Yan Qingqing asked with a light laugh as she dressed and arranged her hair.
"Uh, indeed so," Yang Gang said.
Yan Qingqing chuckled and handed Yang Gang a miniature navigator: "I should have given this to you earlier. It’s the ship’s internal navigator."
"Thank you," said Yang Gang, accepting the navigator.
Yan Qingqing just smiled, saying nothing.
Thus, days of ordinary life passed by, until one day, Yang Gang was awakened from his sleep by a piercing alarm. He made his way to the cockpit and discovered through the projector that their transport ship was surrounded by more than a dozen small vessels of similar tonnage.
However, their vessel was only equipped with a few light weapons, while the opposition was ard with large-caliber laser cannons.
Moreover, at least five hundred cha guards were prowling around their ships, eyeing Yan Qingqing’s vessel hungrily.
"Who are they?" Yang Gang asked calmly.
"Space pirates," Yan Qingqing said.
"Where are we?" Yang Gang asked again.
"The border of Far Duchy. According to intelligence, Moro’s army has already invaded here. Far is now in chaos, and so pirate forces have started to rise," Yan Qingqing explained.
Yang Gang looked at the pirates’ vessels outside through the projector: "Hmm, they’re quite well-equipped."
He stared at the screen for a mont, then pointed at one of the red vessels and said, "That’s their flagship, right?"
"It should be," she replied.
At that mont, the person in charge of communications suddenly said, "Miss, they’re requesting a video call."
"Let
handle it," Yang Gang suddenly spoke up.
Yan Qingqing was slightly surprised but said nothing.
Soon the communication was connected, and through holographic projection, both sides could see each other.
"Are you the owner of this transport ship?" a fat man tearing at a turkey leg asked in the video.
"Yes. May I ask why your fleet is stopping my ship?" Yang Gang asked calmly.
"What’s loaded on the ship?" the man asked again.
"It’s empty. We are slave traders from the Daxia Federation, and our empty ship is on its way to purchase slaves in Lu Fu Country," Yang Gang replied indifferently.
"Hmph! Open the hatch, I want to send soone in to search," the man demanded.
"Please, be my guest," Yang Gang said, spreading his hands.
Subsequently, more than a dozen chas flew over and entered the ship through the opened hatch.
After searching for a while and finding nothing, they beca irritable and started to damage things inside the vessel.
The ship was left in disarray after they satisfied their destructive urges.
After the chas had left, Yan Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief, but then she got a start.
Yang Gang had disappeared without a trace.
"Miss, there’s a body on the ship, looks like it’s one of the space pirates’ pilots."
"And where is Mr. Yang?"
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