Abyss Solo

Yang Ming continued flipping through the book in his hand and laughed:

"My girlfriend is very understanding, and besides, I wasn't indecently exposed. I only went to sing and dance with friends, which is not some major wrongdoing."

"Exactly, we didn't do anything fundamentally wrong.

"Those young ladies weren't even brought back, it's just those media outlets spewing nonsense, which is a bit of a headache."

Hua Moli yawned and, imitating Yang Ming, wrapped himself in a coat and lay down on a bench nearby.

"What I'm worried about is if my partners find out that I got caught visiting some dodgy place, they'll definitely laugh at me like crazy."

Yang Ming said, "No, they won't. After all, you're not young anymore, and there aren't many years left to be wild."

"Hey," Hua Moli chuckled, "You really know how to chat."

"That's just the truth, my friend," Yang Ming said as he yawned contagiously, "Since we're here, we might as well think about how to get the police to let us go as soon as possible."

"How about we pretend to be sick?"

"Forget it, we should be upfront," Yang Ming laughed. "Who knows, maybe because I'm involved, this might even turn into a diplomatic incident."

"That's actually possible."

Hua Moli relaxed significantly, his eyes becoming somewhat distant as he gazed at the lights outside the glass wall.

"It's my first time in a place like this, it feels like a dream.

"Ming, why not share your story?"

"My story? There's nothing much to tell," Yang Ming said gently. "I was originally just an ordinary businessman, then I befriended Prince Edwan of Luofeng, and step by step, I helped him ascend to the throne."

"Wow, was that intentional political investment?"

"Yes, and it wasn't just political investment; a lot happened back then..."

Yang Ming briefly explained the situation in Luofeng Empire years ago and the social tragedies caused by the Sherman Empire's continued exploitation.

Hua Moli listened intently, with a hint of emotion in his eyes.

"Being oppressed by the most powerful regime in the Milky Way is indeed a great misery. Didn't Luofeng ever think about independence?"

"Declaring independence today would mean being wiped out tomorrow," Yang Ming sighed. "The domineering Sherman Empire won't reason with you."

"That's true," Hua Moli thought deeply. "However, the Sherman Empire is now riddled with problems and can't manage everything, so their threat level isn't as high as before. This is actually a good opportunity for Luofeng to become independent... talking about this makes one sigh."

"Sigh about what?"

"The White Ghost, of course."

The old gentleman sighed:

"Such a wonderful experiment sample—oh, I mean, such a wonderful transformed human, confronting the queen directly to protect humanity, saving countless lives.

"But because of this, his influence in the Sherman Empire is just too great. So great, in fact, that it threatens some people's rule, and that's why he was targeted and attacked.

"The Sherman Empire is a rogue hegemonic nation.

"With the current turmoil, who knows if it will ultimately weaken the Sherman Empire. If it truly results in the Sherman's empire decline, everyone in the Milky Way should thank the White Ghost for this grand play."

"A grand play?"

"Haven't you noticed?" Hua Moli smiled. "The White Ghost is deliberately guiding the public to resist the Sherman Empire's Great Nobles. He has always been a radical anti-noble fighter and enjoys high prestige in our alliance. People call him a true warrior for democracy and freedom."

Yang Ming felt a bit embarrassed himself.

Just as he was about to change the topic, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a familiar figure behind the glass wall and immediately sat up.

"Uncle Haton!"

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(PS: This chapter counts for yesterday, as it was finished after 3 AM, hence it's set to update in the morning. A lot is going on lately, please forgive any inconvenience.)