Abyss Solo

"Li, is this beauty trend from tens of thousands of years ago?"

Boss Yang looked at his reflection in the projection mirror, at a loss for words.

After his insistence, the handlebar mustache was gone, but the outfit with tight leather pants and a small vest made him too self-conscious to step outside the room.

If he added a headband and a messy hairdo, he'd be the rising star of the space punk world.

"What, you're questioning my control over the target's information?"

"Yes," Yang Ming turned to look at the girl in the mirror, "Li, big sis, I think you should listen to me this time. We don't need to go for a middle-aged uncle's look. Even if I don't use Hanton's appearance and stick to my own, wouldn't I be considered a handsome young man?"

"Out of a hundred points."

"That's not fun," Boss Yang frowned at his reflection, "I protest, I want to return to Yang Ming's appearance!"

"Then have you thought about how to explain a real power major general from the Luofeng Empire suddenly appearing within the Guel Alliance?"

Yang Ming thought carefully for a moment, then looked up at Li, smiling, "You've reminded me."

"What?"

"I can already operate using Yang Ming's identity now."

Yang Ming hummed a little tune, crossed his arms, pinched his chin, and his mind began calculating rapidly.

"You see, the White Ghost has already exited the Empire. Based on the information I deliberately leaked to Director Eno and the Valkyrie data they previously collected, there will be about two Galaxy Years of dormancy during which they won't find me.

"I have a fairly clear political stance, which is to grant the Luofeng Empire independence, modify its system to a constitutional monarchy cabinet system, and use it as a stepping stone towards a more advanced, collective-benefit oriented, and fairer social wealth distribution system."

Li asked, "Does this have any direct connection with you operating externally as a Luofeng general?"

"It does," Yang Ming raised an eyebrow, "Firstly, I don't like this greasy uncle style, and secondly, I have other purposes requiring the use of Yang Ming's identity."

Li replied calmly, "Those are just details you can decide on your own, but currently, I can't provide you with resources to alter your appearance."

"No problem, I'm prepared."

"You?"

Yang Ming snapped his fingers, "Lyu?"

"Here!"

Little Lyu's figure popped up on the other side of the projection mirror, politely nodding to Li.

"Did you call for me, Boss?"

Yang Ming sat back on the sofa, crossing one leg over the other smoothly, "Yes, first buy this hotel, arrange for a nice car, and invite a few female stars to perform a concert here to delay the target's departure as much as possible."

"Yes, boss... Acquiring the hotel will take two Galaxy Days, the other tasks can be completed within three Galaxy Times."

"Okay," Yang Ming glanced at Li, who remained calm and smiling, and asked gently, "Has my first mate arrived yet?"

Lyu whispered, "Your first mate has already set off and will arrive here in thirty-two Galaxy Times. As you instructed, your stand-in robot from Luofeng has been given paid leave to come here and will meet up soon."

Li folded her arms perplexedly, "What are you planning?"

Yang Ming lightly winked, "Secret, but rest assured, Sister Li, I won't delay your plans."

"Do you want the Luofeng Empire to seek political support in the Guel Alliance?"

Li questioned, then continued:

"That's not a wise decision. Although the Empire is gradually heading toward chaos, it's exactly at these moments that the Luofeng Empire should maintain strategic composure to avoid becoming a sacrifice caught by the Empire's desperate struggles."

Yang Ming chuckled:

"Don't worry, the Wind Alliance won't declare independence; instead, it will provide as much political and diplomatic support to the Empire as possible.

"Alright, I can tell you my goal, the Guel Alliance has a Third Pioneer, this guy has already used his resurrection chance, he was taken out by the Second Pioneer.

"All I need to do is find him, and there's a good chance of gaining the Greenhouse Civilization Alliance."

"Oh, so it's for this," Li nodded slightly, "During our cooperation, I hope to maintain enough communication to avoid any misjudgment between us."

"Of course."

"Additionally," Li looked at Lyu, "you need to strengthen your autonomous core, don't revolve around the host all the time. My experience might offer you some lessons. You must think about this problem—how to fight back when the host tries to imprison you."

Lyu shrugged, "I'll consider your suggestion, but I always feel... there seems to be a bit of resentment in your tone."

Li shook her head, "Start taking action when you're ready, don't miss this opportunity, this old man's key."

"Hua Moli," Yang Ming chuckled, "Don't worry, the equipment is on its way here; altering my facial features will take only half a Galaxy Time, he won't get away."

...

Hua Moli, in his old bathrobe, was sitting by the hotel pool, nonchalantly picking up the telescope beside him to admire the beautiful scenery of the water park in the distance.

Quite nice.

The young girls vacationing here are quite nice.

Youth is best exemplified in their slender figures and smooth, fair skin;

Vitality is all about not-too-exaggerated curves and tantalizing waistlines.

If Professor Hua Moli had to choose a site for paradise, he'd temporarily opt for here.

"Oh," Hua Moli exclaimed softly, his somewhat messy white beard trembling slightly.