Abyss Solo

Early the next morning.

Yang Ming had already woken up but was reluctant to let go of Mimili in his arms, continuing to feign sleep, gently rubbing his fingers on her smooth skin.

Mimili slept deeply.

Before seeing 'Uncle Hanton', she had already completed a cute outfit change, covering the skull tattoo, taking off the tight leather pants and studded boots, and switching to a pleated skirt and small cloth boots.

Of course, regardless of what they wore, they ultimately embraced without barriers and were honest with each other.

Mimili seemed to feel that Yang Ming had awakened. Still unable to open her eyes, she touched Yang Ming's eye corner with her fingertips, murmuring something softly.

"What's wrong?" Yang Ming asked.

"Uncle, did the Sherman Empire hurt you?"

Yang Ming paused for a moment, then smiled, pulling her into his arms and sighing softly.

"No, it's all part of the plan. The curses and attacks against me are just part of the plan."

"That's good," Mimili said indistinctly, "We don't need to suffer for anyone, that's what you taught me, Uncle."

"Mm."

Yang Ming laughed: "It's still time to cast the net and set up the layout. Later, we'll have to reel it in step by step. The Sherman Empire is too strong, and if we can't seize that core loophole, it's hard to shake this big tree from the outside."

"Uncle, keep up the good work," Mimili sighed lightly, lowering her head to kiss Yang Ming's neck, "I've become somewhat unambitious now. Protected by you, given freedom by you, and yet I feel freedom is just such; wanting more, sometimes I even despise myself for it."

"You are an independent life entity, Mimili."

Yang Ming said warmly:

"The reason we get along is that we attract each other. I like your body, your gaze, your soul."

"Then do you support me in mechanically modifying myself?"

"Uh, this..."

Yang Ming looked down to see a pair of bright eyes.

He laughed silently:

"Your own body, you should decide for yourself. But now, you are already perfect, why insist on mechanical modification?"

"To become stronger," Mimili said seriously, "That's my wish."

"Isn't your wish aspiring for freedom?"

"Strength is the guarantee of freedom."

"Alright," Yang Ming grinned, "Then will you agree to one request of mine?"

"What?"

"Wait until your father leaves before mechanically modifying yourself; he can't quite accept these things, his views are still quite conservative," Yang Ming said gently, "Even though I secretly gave him telomere drugs, overall, his body won't hold out for very long."

Mimili's expression dimmed a bit, then she smiled and sighed: "Okay, I will respect your opinion."

"Mm, good... Do you want to go again?"

"Oh, please let me rest. Uncle, you are an Ancient God Life Form, I'm just an ordinary person."

"Alright."

Boss Yang stopped his active hands with regret.

Mimili laughed heartily, 'rolling away' in Yang Ming's arms, wrapping herself in a thin blanket, and winked at Yang Ming.

"We are purely uncle and niece, Uncle."

Yang Ming's mouth twitched slightly, sprawling out spread-eagle, beginning to think about some interstellar matters in his mind.

A moment later.

Mimili hummed a tune as she entered the shower room, while Yang Ming dressed and sat on the balcony sofa, admiring the starry sky at the end of the cylindrical settlement.

The city is like a kaleidoscope; it's considered a local spectacle.

"Ahem!"

Little Lyu began the morning's information summary.

Chaos abounds on the Empire's side, with frequent attacks on nobles, but the conditions have not yet met the requirements to enter the second stage.

The Wind Alliance is running well, with several new favorable interstellar investment policies attracting a large influx of interstellar wandering capital. Preventing capital from influencing government is a big problem.

"Boss, the vice president of the Guel Alliance Free Agreement Chamber of Commerce is on his way here. They've already started investigating 'Mr. Haton' and 'General Yang Ming's status within the Wind Alliance."

"Is their efficiency this slow?"

Yang Ming drank the refreshing beverage brought by the Mechanical Maid and clicked his tongue lightly.

"Let my lieutenant make first contact with them, see what their style is, while I'll continue strategizing with Professor Hua Moli.

"Now we have a week left."

Lyu spoke softly: "There's actually another problem."

"What problem."

"Advanced agents from the New Federation are also on their way," Lyu sighed, "We almost forgot before that the identity Yang Ming has a blood feud with the New Federation. The high-ranking members of the New Federation are very petty; they're probably coming to find trouble with you again this time."

Yang Ming smiled: "Let them come, am I afraid of them?"

"The key is you can't show too strong a combat capability, that's the real issue."

"Mm," Yang Ming mused slightly, "It'll be no big deal to fix them up again, prepare some light firepower for me in advance, don't reveal too much individual strength, then defeat them with firepower. The identity Yang Ming can also fight hard."

"Okay, boss."

In the Thought Space, Lyu pondered quietly.

Light firepower... What's the current limit firepower for single combat in the Milky Way civilization? Directed-energy mines?

...

Over the next three or four days, Yang Ming spent his time in 'complaining'.

Due to cooperating with the local police for investigations, Yang Ming and Hua Moli were temporarily unable to leave this space settlement. The available entertainment activities were not numerous, so in his free time he could only fish, watch beauties, enjoy delicious food, browse custom suit stores, and take photos with a crowd of admirers, both old gentlemen and young women... and so on.