Chapter 142: 086 Yang Ming’s Revenge
Gudun Maha, who had just ended a cordial exchange with Yang Ming, was constantly wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
Earlier, Yang Ming asked him to choose.
With a gun to his head, what choice did he have?!
Gudun Maha removed his glasses with a slightly trembling right hand, slumping into the chair, trying to calm himself down, and recalled the task Yang Ming had assigned.
The task assigned by Yang Ming was mainly divided into two parts.
First, Gudun Maha was to send a trusted confidant to deliver a 600-meter dual-use transport ship currently under maintenance to the synchronous orbit of Ilando Star and mark this transport ship as a maintenance supply ship, granting full remote control access.
Such a small matter was trivial for Gudun Maha.
If it involved maneuvering a gunship or a carrier of the same level, it would naturally draw attention from all quarters.
A transport ship with only a few close-in defense guns rarely attracted attention; he could easily find an excuse to send it over, such as executing a defensive satellite scattering mission.
The only difficulty lay in achieving the highest level of secrecy.
Secrecy was also what Yang Ming emphasized earlier.
The second part, once the transport ship loaded with ‘cargo’ completed its jump, Gudun Maha was to convene a video meeting with the military top brass under the pretext of being under immense pressure from the royal family, mentioning that the Sherman Empire had directly intervened, heightening the crisis among the military key personnel.
‘What is Yang Ming trying to do?’
Gudun Maha was filled with doubt.
He pondered quietly, mulling over Yang Ming’s tone during his sudden appearance.
Beneath that calm exterior lay a cold, murderous intent.
Was Yang Ming attempting to take down Lulian?
Gudun Maha suddenly became alert, sifting through various possibilities in his mind.
No, that wasn’t right—though there would be difficulty, with Yang Ming’s means, he wouldn’t need such grand measures to take down Lulian, nor would he need to distract all military key personnel.
This had to be a large-scale operation.
Gudun Maha leaned over the table, quickly bringing up the map of the Fifth Administrative Star.
A bi-colored planet of green and brown slowly rotated on the screen beneath the desk.
Gudun Maha’s fingers kept sliding across the screen, zooming and rotating the map until it finally froze on a city with only a few skyscrapers standing.
Lorilan City, occupied by rebellious forces.
Was Yang Ming trying to eliminate Lulian’s espionage group?!
Gudun Maha’s Adam’s apple bobbed.
He hoped Mr. Ming was thoroughly prepared to handle the possible fierce retaliation from the Galaxy’s second strongest nation after suffering a significant loss.
Was Yang Ming out of his mind?
Gudun Maha sat quietly for about ten minutes.
Just when Yang Ming thought this deputy chief of staff would need a stronger push, Gudun Maha picked up the intercom and began calling his confidants.
“Lyu,” Yang Ming said in a low voice, “keep an eye on Gudun Maha, make sure the people he uses have no second thoughts, permit to kill at will.”
Lyu, donned in combat gear, responded swiftly at the side.
Yang Ming suddenly realized.
Though he’d previously been in a sorry state after dodging missiles through several streets, now he managed to hide successfully by faking death, thus seizing absolute initiative.
In front of Yang Ming, several projection screens showed that the two critical figures in his revenge plan had already learned he was alive.
The first critical figure was, of course, Gudun Maha.
This dry old man was preparing the rhetoric to be used in the upcoming meeting with other military bigwigs.
The other critical figure was Edwan.
This prince, His Highness, was dashing through the corridors of the Imperial Palace with General Fremont, hurrying toward the Emperor’s chamber.
Edwan seemed somewhat agitated, his eyes shining, breathing heavily, as if he might start dancing to the music any moment.
General Fremont’s old face was filled with worry.
Leaving Prince Edwan alone for just a moment, His Highness came back like a changed person, pulling him straight to the Emperor.
This was actually a bit taboo.
As one of the three main commanders of the Royal Guard Army, Fremont should not publicly walk so closely with Prince Edwan.
But now, Edwan said the situation was urgent; Fremont couldn’t afford to care about much else and followed obediently behind.
Outside the Emperor’s chamber, Edwan was stopped by two teams of mechanical soldiers.
Edwan shouted toward the palace gate,
“I want to talk to you! Right now!”
The palace doors slowly opened a crack, the mechanical soldiers retreating to the sides, and two maids bowed to Edwan from behind the doors.
Princess Dana was also there, accompanying the Old Emperor in having a late-night snack.
Edwan paused for a moment, then recalled the instructions given to him half an hour ago by the suddenly appearing Yang Ming.
——Although Yang Ming appeared only as a hologram, Edwan was sure that Yang Ming was unharmed.
Yang Ming had instructed that if there was a second person besides the Emperor in the palace to know about their plan, that person could only be Princess Dana.
Edwan had asked why, but Yang Ming didn’t give a specific answer, only saying that there were no secrets between the princess and the Emperor.
Rushing through the hall’s entrance, Edwan leapt up the steps in two strides, hastily saluted, and went directly to the Old Emperor’s dining table.
“Father, please let these maids step back a bit!”
Edwan declared firmly,
“I have a plan I want to discuss with you!”
The Old Emperor gazed at Edwan, speaking in a slow voice,
“You must try to learn to trust; if anyone here were a spy from another country, then our family would hardly deserve to remain in this position.”