Abyss Solo-Chapter 116 - : 070 Mistress No. 3

Chapter 116: 070 Mistress No. 3

Yang Ming never liked brawling in public places.

When it came to assassinations or attacking battleships, all he needed to worry about was concealment, and he could freely unleash his power.

This childish hand-to-hand combat with ordinary people required him to be mindful of the force he used and ensure he didn’t stand out too much. If necessary, he even had to take a few hits and let out exaggerated cries of pain…

It was just too fake.

So, to avoid getting beaten up, Yang Ming decided to be straightforward this time.

Yang Ming casually grabbed half a bottle of champagne, took a couple of gulps to lighten its weight. Before the opponent could finish their meaningless, noisy monologue, Yang Ming swung the bottle forward with a forceful motion!

Instinctively, the opponent raised his hand to protect the most vital parts of his body.

Smack!

The entire hall fell silent.

The noble youth staggered backward, with two streaks of blood dripping from his forehead. The dizziness made it hard for him to stand, and more than the pain, his expression showed shock and disbelief.

Another noble youth threw a punch at Yang Ming’s head, but Yang Ming’s casually raised foot was quicker than the fist.

The second noble youth landed face down two meters away.

Yang Ming placed the broken bottle on the edge of the table, gently smashing the edges to avoid causing any harm to the maid who would clean up later.

The kicked youth clutched his abdomen, yelling, “Get him! Cough, cough, cough! Kill him!”

Several guards and bodyguards they brought crowded forward.

Kolev immediately activated the cloud-shared filming device.

Yang Ming’s nostrils flared slightly as he tugged off his bow tie, grabbed a new bottle of alcohol, and charged forward.

Finally, a lady’s scream echoed nearby.

Fortunately, most of the nobles present had witnessed grand events, and there wasn’t much chaos at the moment. As they watched the young people brawl, several middle-aged men in military uniforms even smiled and discussed Yang Ming’s fighting abilities.

Within just half a minute, seven or eight bodyguards and guards lay on the ground.

The group of soldiers stood on the periphery, not daring to move forward at all.

It wasn’t that the soldiers feared Yang Ming’s displayed combat abilities, but rather, they had no idea who this young man was, daring to beat someone in front of the Prince.

Yang Ming also looked somewhat disheveled, with two footprints on his suit jacket and his shirt soaked by alcohol, revealing muscles that made even the old ladies gasp in “wow.”

Yang Ming looked down at the two noble youths, unhurriedly turned up his cuffs, fastened the buttons, and calmly said,

“When you bump into someone, apologize. Are all young nobles in the Wind Empire as reserved as you?”

Kolev rested his hands on a walking stick. “I must reconsider my decision to invest here.”

Yang Ming took two steps forward.

The two lying or crawling youths quickly retreated, and some old men around them were ready to speak up to persuade Yang Ming to stop.

But Yang Ming only extended his left and right hands to the two young men.

The two noble youths were taken aback.

What does this mean?

“My uncle is a businessman, and I don’t want to bring negative impacts on his reputation,” Yang Ming said slowly, “but I couldn’t just take blows for nothing, so I made a bit of self-defense, didn’t I, gentlemen?”

“Yes… yes, that’s right…”

“You used a bottle!”

The noble youth whose forehead was still bleeding had his mouth covered tightly by his companion.

Yang Ming squinted and smiled, “We reached an understanding, right?”

One quickly nodded, while the other glared at Yang Ming. But when he saw Yang Ming’s slowly forming fist, he quickly nodded as well.

Yang Ming pulled them up, patting their arms, then bypassed the groaning bodyguards on the ground and returned to his previous position, picking up his unfinished cake.

A somewhat enjoyable physical exchange.

…

At the VIP stand,

The Second Prince couldn’t suppress his upturned lips.

The Third Prince also wore a smile, only it was a bit stiff.

“This guy can sure fight,” the Third Prince said indifferently, “Second Brother, where did you find such an advisor?”

Edwan replied indifferently, “Fighting is just a minor plus point. His intelligence surpasses his physical prowess by a hundredfold. Besides, remember, brother, Father doesn’t like to see nobles fighting each other. But fortunately, Ming doesn’t have any noble status yet.”

“Really? Take your time, Second Brother. I’m heading back.”

“Isn’t that a bit rude?”

The Third Prince said nothing in response, stood up with a sullen face, glanced at the Minister of Finance, and left quickly with a large group of guards and maids. The Minister of Finance hurriedly followed.

Edwan waved his hand and whispered a few words into a guard’s ear. The guard bent down, dashed into the corner, pressed his finger on the auxiliary chip behind his ear, and spoke rapidly for a few seconds.

A few minutes later, the Third Prince left the venue.

The two young men who fought earlier, along with their bodyguards, had already been sent to the hospital. The soldiers had no intention of targeting Yang Ming, and there were no police officers on the scene.

Two minutes later, the Minister of Finance returned to the parlor, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and the expression on his face was one of resignation.

The Minister of Finance deliberately avoided returning to the VIP area, carrying a wine glass as he walked back and forth in the parlor, re-energizing the atmosphere.

Soon, the Minister of Finance found a maid, whispered a few words in her ear, and she hurriedly approached Yang Ming, politely inviting him.

“Sir, do you need to freshen up? We have replacement linens available here, if you don’t mind.”

Yang Ming quickly pondered in his mind.

A trap?

He glanced at the VIP stand, where Edwan nodded at him with a smile.

“Thank you,” Yang Ming replied gently, “This stickiness is indeed uncomfortable.”

The maid smiled gracefully, her eyes always shining as she looked at Yang Ming.

…

The sound of water running persisted for half a minute.

Yang Ming walked out of the automatic “cylinder” for rinsing, where gentle warm air blew from all sides, quickly evaporating the moisture from his body, restoring him to freshness.

A light appeared on the watch beside him, and Little Lyu jumped out with his hands behind his back.

Yang Ming instinctively shifted aside, then reminded himself again that this was just a Mechanical Thought Body—and continued to dress calmly.

Lyu pointed to the pocket of Yang Ming’s jacket.

Yang Ming took out a pocket-sized jammer, enveloping an area of one square meter around him, and only then did Lyu’s voice come through:

“Boss, as you expected, the Third Prince didn’t focus much on you. Instead, he’s investigating which ministers the Second Prince has been in contact with lately. As we analyzed earlier, the Third Prince’s character is stubborn, and he prefers to trust his own intuition.”

Yang Ming chuckled and murmured, “So, my fight here actually made the Third Prince think I’m an insignificant brute?”

“That’s right,” Lyu shrugged, “Being underestimated by a low-level life form always arouses a bit of Lyu’s uncontrollable anger.”

“Come on, low-level life form? Are you superior because you don’t need to eat rice?” Yang Ming said, “What about those two young nobles’ reactions?”

Lyu replied, “They won’t cause you any trouble, boss. Leave it to me to handle.”

“Alright then, about Windsor’s information.”

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“It’s already been sorted out.”

Lyu’s body transformed into points of light and disappeared, reassembling into a simple chart in front of Yang Ming.

— She’s even starting to add exit effects for herself.

Yang Ming raised an eyebrow, “Only dated two boyfriends? Surprisingly, she’s a noble girl with a rather good personality.”

“Boss, do you really want to go against your will and date Windsor?” Lyu clicked his tongue softly, “You absolutely don’t need to make such a big sacrifice.”

“Dating doesn’t have to mean marriage, so how is that a sacrifice? As long as both feel comfortable and happy, that’s enough.”

Yang Ming adjusted his clothing details in front of the mirror, wearing only an inner shirt and trousers, complemented by a bow tie… making him look like a handsome waiter.

The pitiful bow tie was yanked off by him.

Yang Ming said calmly, “She’s a rather straightforward beauty, and I’m a young man with a longing for love. Now I need more political capital, so as long as she plays by the rules and doesn’t mess around behind my back during our dating period, why not develop a normal romantic relationship?”

“But based on Lyu’s observations, your ideal type should be…”

Lyu cleared his throat:

“Kind, orderly, gentle, virtuous, dependent on you, with a pure face and perfect figure, preferably only reaching your chin and always maintaining a feminine charm. Ideally, she should not have any previous romantic experiences but should be open to an advanced reproduction prelude ceremony.”

Yang Ming cursed, “Don’t summarize my preferences when you have nothing better to do! This is almost every man’s ideal type across the Galaxy!”

“Unfortunately, that’s not the case, Boss,” Lyu pouted, “Some people have preferences that go against yours. I forgot to tell you earlier that when you were fighting, thirty-five percent of the males present had a significant rise in hormones.”

Yang Ming’s lips twitched uncontrollably.

“Someone’s coming, boss.”

The projected chart vanished instantly, and Yang Ming quickly stowed away the shielding device.

Knock, knock, knock.

A maid’s greeting came from outside, “Sir, do you need my assistance?”

Her voice carried a hint of nervousness.

Yang Ming suddenly had a premonition that if he opened the door and let this young maid in, some delightful things might happen later.

This was quite common at noble gatherings.

Yang Ming placed the suit jacket over his arm, opened the door, and walked out of the bathing room.

The maid outside, who had clearly reapplied makeup, gently bit her lip and winked at Yang Ming, “Sir.”

“Send it to my uncle’s address after it’s cleaned.”

The maid looked at the suit handed to her in front of her and was momentarily stunned. Normally confident, she couldn’t help but be a bit confused now.

Were her previous signals too subtle?

She glanced at her deliberately lowered neckline and her ample assets, then looked up only to see Yang Ming’s receding figure.

Yang Ming also felt a twinge of regret, but the situation was complicated now.

Ubiquitous New Federation spies kept him constantly on guard.

Even though New Federation agents had their arrogance temporarily suppressed, they could return at any time, and they had likely intensified their efforts to infiltrate all aspects of Ilando City.

The Second Prince re-entered the “throne gamble.”

As he said, this road was one of advancement only, no retreat. Surrendering was akin to suicide, and both sides could resort to anything.

And he had just had a minor unpleasant encounter with two insignificant Little Nobles.

Yang Ming stepped into the elevator, descending to the bustling first floor.

He quietly contemplated.

Contemplated his path forward and the potential enemies he might face.

One by one, matters unfolded slowly in his mind, as though a series of scenes were projected on the corridor walls.

Nothing was more rewarding than realizing one’s plan step by step.

He had established initial mutual trust with the Second Prince, controlled the fourth military figure Gudun Mah, obtained the rank of Captain in the Wind Army, and held the position of Vice Captain in the Royal Guards.

Kolev was a full-fledged capitalist, and the nascent supergroup plan could bring complementary effects.

If the Luofeng Empire was a grand epic chain quest,

then he had already acquired a decent starting point.

The elevator door slowly opened, and bright yet gentle light spilled forth. The venue had transformed into a dance floor, accompanied by melodious music. Elderly gentlemen and ladies swayed their tired bodies.

Kolev was among them.

Yang Ming’s normally calm face revealed a slight smile as he stepped out.

“Sir.”

A voice as ethereal as a nightingale’s came from nearby.

The voice carried a tinge of nervousness beneath it.

Yang Ming followed the sound, gazing at the quietly standing young girl. The floor-length gown had been replaced with a light yellow evening dress, and crystal shoes encased her delicate feet.

“Hmm? Miss Windsor? Is there something you need?”

“No…”

She lightly bit her lip. “Don’t you want to invite me for a dance, Mr. Ming?”