When conducting assassinations or attacking warships, he only needs to pay attention to concealment and can release his power at will.
This kind of child-like hand-to-hand combat for ordinary people requires not only paying attention to the strength of one's attacks, but also not being too conspicuous. When necessary, one has to resist the opponent's punches a few times, and then exaggerate the pain a few times...
It's so fake.
Therefore, in order to prevent himself from being beaten by the opponent, Yang Ming decided to be more direct this time.
Yang Ming casually picked up half a bottle of champagne and blew into his mouth twice to reduce the weight of the bottle. Before the other party could finish those meaningless and noisy lines, Yang Ming grabbed the mouth of the bottle and slammed it!
The other party subconsciously raised his hand to protect the most important organ of his body.
Snapped!
The entire hall fell completely silent.
The young noble staggered back, with two lines of blood streaming from his forehead. The dizziness made him unsteady on his feet. What showed more clearly than the pain was his shock and shock.
Another young noble reacted two seconds too late and punched Yang Ming on the head, but what was faster than his fist was Yang Ming's big foot that he raised casually.
The second young nobleman flew two meters upside down while lying on his stomach.
Yang Ming placed the broken wine bottle on the edge of the table and gently smashed the edges to avoid causing any damage to the maid who would clean it up later.
The young man who was kicked covered his belly and yelled: "Hit him! Cough cough cough! Beat him to death!"
Several bodyguards they brought with them swarmed over.
Kolev immediately turned on the cloud-shared shooting equipment.
Yang Ming's nose trembled slightly, he pulled off his tie, picked up a new bottle of wine and went to greet him.
A lady's scream finally came from the side.
But fortunately, most of the nobles present had seen the world, and there was no commotion at the moment. They watched these young people fighting from everywhere. There were even a few middle-aged men in military uniforms smiling and discussing Yang Ming's fight.
strength.
In less than half a minute, seven or eight bodyguards and guards were lying on the ground.
The group of guards stood outside, not daring to move forward at all.
It was not that they were afraid of Yang Ming's current fighting ability, but that the guards had no idea what the background of this young man who dared to beat someone in front of the prince was.
Yang Ming also looked a little embarrassed. There were two more footprints on his suit jacket, and his shirt was wet with wine, revealing the outline of his muscles that made old ladies say "Wow!"
Yang Ming looked down at the two aristocratic young men, turned the cuffs out unhurriedly, fastened the buttons, and said calmly:
"Apologise when you bump into someone. Are all the young nobles in Luofeng as reserved as you?"
Kolev held the civilization stick with both hands: "I must now re-examine the decision to increase investment here."
Yang Ming took two steps forward.
The two young men who were lying on their stomachs quickly backed away. There were also old men around them who were ready to persuade Yang Ming to stop.
But Yang Ming only extended his left and right hands to the two of them.
The two nobles were stunned for a moment.
This, what does this mean?
"My uncle is a businessman, and I don't want to have a negative impact on his reputation," Yang Ming said slowly, "but I couldn't be beaten in vain, so I did some self-defense and counterattack, right?"
"Yes...that's it..."
"Get the bottle!"
The noble young man, whose forehead was still bleeding, was forcefully covered by his companion.
Yang Ming narrowed his eyes and smiled: "We have reached a consensus, right?"
One person nodded quickly, and the other glared at Yang Ming, but when he saw Yang Ming's outstretched palm slowly turning into a fist, he nodded quickly.
Yang Ming pulled the two of them up, patted each other's arms, then walked around the wailing bodyguards on the ground, walked back to where he was, and picked up the unfinished cake.
A fairly pleasant physical exchange.
…
On the VIP stage.
The corners of the Second Prince's mouth couldn't help but rise.
The third prince was also smiling, but his smile was a little stiff.
"This guy is quite good at fighting," the third prince said calmly, "Second brother, where did you find your staff?"
Edwang said calmly: "Being able to fight is just a small bonus. His intelligence is one hundred times more powerful than his physical strength. And you have to remember, brother, my father doesn't like to see the nobles fighting within themselves, but it's okay.
Ming doesn't have any aristocratic status yet."
"Really? Second brother, you can enjoy it slowly, I'll go back first."
"Isn't this a little impolite?"
The third prince didn't answer anything. He stood up with a dark face, glanced at the Minister of Finance, and left quickly with a large number of guards and maids. The Minister of Finance quickly followed.
Adwang waved and whispered something into the ear of a guard. The guard ducked into a corner, pressed his fingers to the auxiliary chip behind his ear, and whispered something quickly.
A few minutes later, the second prince left the venue.
The two young men who had just fought and their guards had been sent to the hospital. The guards had no intention of targeting Yang Ming.
After another two minutes, the Finance Minister returned to the living room and wiped the hot sweat from his forehead, with an expression full of helplessness on his face.
The Finance Minister walked back and forth in the living room holding a wine glass, livening up the atmosphere again.
Soon, the Minister of Finance found a maid and whispered something in the maid's ear. The maid hurried to Yang Ming's side and invited Yang Ming politely.
"Sir, do you need to clean it? We have replacement linings here, if you don't mind."
Yang Ming thought quickly in his heart.
trap?
He glanced at the VIP table, and Edwan smiled and nodded to him.
"Thank you," Yang Ming responded warmly, "It's really uncomfortable to be sticky."
The maid smiled gently, her eyes always bright when looking at Yang Ming.
…
The gurgling sound of water lasted for half a minute.
When Yang Ming stepped out of the automatic flushing cylinder, gentle warm air blew from all sides, causing the moisture on his body to quickly evaporate, making him feel refreshed again.
The watch dial on the side shone brightly, and Xiaolu jumped out with his hands behind his back.
Yang Ming subconsciously turned sideways, and then emphasized it again in his heart - this is a mechanical thinking body, and began to put on clothes calmly.
Lu pointed at Yang Ming's jacket pocket.
Yang Ming took out a pocket shielding device and covered an area of one square meter nearby, and then Lu's voice came over:
"Boss, as you expected, the third prince did not pay too much attention to you, but was investigating which minister the second prince had recently had contact with. As we have analyzed before, the third prince's character is headstrong, and he is more willing to believe in himself
intuition."
Yang Ming smiled and murmured: "In other words, if I fight here, it will make the third prince think that I am a reckless man who is not afraid?"
"That's right," Lu shrugged, "This feeling of being despised by lower-level life forms always makes Lu a little uncontrollably irritated."
"Come on, you are still a low-level life form," Yang Ming said, "How did those two young nobles react?"
Lu said: "They won't cause you any trouble, boss. Just leave it to me."
"Windsor information."
"It has been investigated clearly."
Lu's body turned into light points and dissipated. The light points condensed again, and a simple form was presented in front of Yang Ming.
——She has already started to create exit special effects for herself.
Yang Ming raised his eyebrows: "Have you only dated two boyfriends? She is actually an aristocratic girl with a pretty good personality."
"Boss, do you really want to go against your will and date Windsor?" Lu gently clicked his tongue, "You don't need to make such a big sacrifice, Lu thinks."
"You don't have to get married to be in a relationship, so what kind of sacrifice is this? As long as you can make each other feel comfortable and happy, that's enough."
Yang Ming was sorting out the details of his clothes in front of the mirror. Without his suit jacket, he was only wearing underwear and trousers, and with a bow tie... he looked like a handsome waiter.
The poor tie was ripped off by him.
Yang Ming said calmly: "This is a relatively simple beauty, and I am a man who longs for love. Now I need more political capital. As long as she abides by the rules during our relationship with her and will not go behind my back."
If you mess around, why can't it develop into a normal relationship?"
"According to Lu's observation, boss, your ideal type should be..."
Law cleared her throat:
"Kind, lawful, gentle, virtuous, dependent on you, with a pure face and perfect figure, preferably only as tall as your chin, and able to maintain a feminine look at all times. It is best to have no experience with either sex, and to be open to radical
The reproductive rehearsal ritual is sufficiently inclusive.”
Yang Ming cursed: "Don't sum up my preferences if you have nothing to do! This is the ideal type of almost every man in the galaxy!"
"Unfortunately, that's not the case, boss," Lu curled his lips and said, "Some guys are contrary to your preferences. I forgot to tell you just now that when you were fighting, 35% of the men present had higher hormone levels.
raised dramatically."
The corners of Yang Ming's mouth twitched crazily.
"Here comes the boss."
The projected form disappeared, and Yang Ming immediately retracted the shielding device.
Boom, boom.
The maid's greeting came from outside the door: "Sir, do you need my help?"
There was a trace of nervousness in this voice.
Yang Ming suddenly had a hunch that if he opened the door and let this young maid in, something wonderful might happen later.
This is very common at aristocratic gatherings.
Yang Ming put his suit jacket on his arm, walked out of the bathroom and opened the door.
The maid outside the door, who had obviously just touched up her makeup, bit her lower lip gently and winked at Yang Ming: "Mr."
"After washing it, just send it to my uncle's address."
The maid looked at the suit in front of her and was slightly stunned. She, who had always been relatively confident, couldn't help but feel a little confused at this moment.
Was it because the look in my eyes just now was too unclear?
She looked down at her deliberately lowered neckline and her proud assets. When she looked up again, she could only see Yang Ming's walking figure.
Yang Ming also has a little regret, but the current situation is more complicated.
The new federal spies are everywhere, making him unable to relax at all times.
Although the new federal agents have been temporarily suppressed in their arrogance, they may come back at any time, and they will definitely increase their efforts to infiltrate all aspects of Ellando City.
The second prince re-entered the ‘throne gambling game’.
As he said, there is only forward movement on this road, no retreat. Giving up would be tantamount to committing suicide. Both sides can use whatever means they can at any time.
As for me, I just had some unpleasantness with two insignificant little nobles.
Yang Ming slowly entered the elevator and landed on the bustling first floor.
He thought quietly.
Think about your way forward and the enemies you may encounter.
One thing slowly unfolded in his heart, and scenes seemed to be spread on the walls of the corridor.
Nothing gives people a greater sense of accomplishment than realizing their plans step by step.
He established initial mutual trust with the second prince, controlled the military's fourth-largest figure, Gudun Maha, gained the Luofeng rank of captain, and gained the status of deputy captain in the Royal Guards.
Kolev is a complete capitalist, and the super group plan that has been launched will bring mutually reinforcing effects.
If the Empire of Fallen Wind is a large epic series of quests.
Then you already have a good starting point.
The elevator door slowly opened, bright but soft light spread out, and the venue had turned into a dance floor. Accompanied by melodious music, an old gentleman and an old lady were shaking their bodies.
Kolev is in here.
Yang Ming's originally calm face showed a slight smile and walked out.
"gentlemen."
An ethereal voice like a nightingale came from the side.
There was a bit of anxiety hidden in his voice.
Yang Ming heard the sound and looked over, staring at the young girl standing quietly. The floor-length skirt just now had been replaced by a light yellow evening dress, and a pair of crystal shoes sealed her small and delicate feet.
"Hmm? Miss Windsor? What's the matter?"
"No……"
She bit her lower lip slightly: "Don't you want to invite me to dance? Mr. Ming."