To Yang Ming, she was like a viper, lurking in the dark expanse of space, ready to spring out and show her sharp fangs at any moment.
Several times, Yang Ming could hardly resist the urge to enter the Sherman Empire and head to the sector where Po Suo first appeared.
When in the same sector, they could sense each other.
Fortunately, Yang Ming hadn’t lost his sanity.
Why not use battleships and large-caliber ion cannons?
In terms of Ancient God power, he was inferior to Po Suo, so he naturally had to leverage other advantages.
Thus, Yang Ming assembled the current elite convoy, installing bio-detection systems on all ships in the convoy to achieve early detection and early firing.
In addition, the Dark Star side also made some corresponding arrangements.
Yang Ming gave those Mechanical Thought Bodies a chance to form small fleets, which was considered another base of his, a small trump card.
"Lyu, how’s the intelligence decryption going?"
"Boss, 80% has been decrypted."
Lyu clicked her tongue lightly,
"The New Federation CIA updated their encryption methods, but the team that updates the encryption didn’t change. I can follow their logic to attempt a breakthrough. We should have results today."
"However, at this stage, we can already confirm that this intelligence, obtained by chance half a year ago, does indeed contain information about Insect Swarm sites."
"It’s been two years since the Battle of Ao Star. If there’s communication between the swarms, the surviving swarms should have remained hidden and rapidly developed. They could erupt into a real insect disaster soon."
"This is your opportunity to enhance your strength, Boss."
"To be honest, I’m not very eager to go into the Sherman Empire," Yang Ming chuckled. "Let’s first crack this intelligence. If it’s in a remote area of the Sherman Empire and far from the region where Po Suo might operate, we could make a trip."
He stretched leisurely, eyes glowing with eagerness.
"I haven’t been in a serious fight for two years, it’s been training and more training every day."
"Alright, Boss," Lyu suggested, "If we can discover a real swarm disaster in advance, you might be able to reach Po Suo’s level of power. The White Ghost identity is just the cover we need to operate in the Sherman Empire."
Yang Ming smiled without speaking.
Previously on a whim, he established the White Ghost Organization, and it has proven unexpectedly effective.
The busy Mechanical Thought Body assistant continued her heavy daily work.
The leisurely Secondary Ancient God Life Form began spending his surplus energy by lifting weights.
At lunchtime, Yang Ming ate a well-provided boxed meal and opened his networking terminal for use within Wind territory, searching through his scant list of friends.
He wanted to find someone to chat with, to while away his leisure time.
Edwan had just ascended to the throne and was undoubtedly very busy.
Old man Kolev was exploring and building a factory on the third Administrative Star. At this hour, he must be attending social engagements, so finding him to chat wouldn’t lead to much.
The old fellow had ventured out with Feinan and decisively returned to the business world.
Stealing technology is indeed too dull and boring, far less exciting than hijacking merchant ships with the Feinan.
Yang Ming scrolled through the list.
He couldn’t possibly disturb 026, who was engaged in intensive combat training... perhaps he should find Dabiqi and discuss anthropology.
His networking terminal suddenly vibrated, and the icon of a beautiful young girl popped up.
The icon image was intriguing: a girl in a sheer princess gown, her back to the light and facing the dark, holding a knight’s long sword, her figure slender, her neck long.
It was Emilia, the Fourth Princess of the Luofeng Empire, who became the elder princess of the Luofeng Empire after Edwan’s ascension.
Until Edwan produced offspring, she still held the right to the throne’s succession.
Emilia sent a video invitation. Yang Ming glanced around, minimized the projection screen to palm size, and then clicked accept.
The interior of the princess’s chamber appeared on screen.
A ponytail lightly bounced, and Emilia, wearing a close-combat training outfit, appeared in the center of the screen, sweat still on her forehead, her features increasingly resembling her stunning mother.
"Good afternoon, bounty hunter."
"Hmm, good afternoon, esteemed employer."
Yang Ming smiled, "No place to use your pocket money now?"
"Uh, I just purchased several escort mechas, so I don’t currently have extra pocket money to hire you for work."
Emilia blinked, her pale eyes showing some hesitation.
Yang Ming asked proactively, "Is there something troubling you? You have a line of credit with me."
"Mother needs to go home for a visit," Emilia whispered two words in the smallest voice, "to report."
Yang Ming leaned back, inserting a tender, juicy piece of synthetic meat into his mouth to chew slowly.
"That’s normal," he said, "The princess shouldn’t miss the chance to go home for a family visit."
"But it’s not very safe," Emilia bit her lip gently.
She, in her adolescence, clearly had her appetite aroused.
"I talked with Mother, and Aunt Farin wants to go with her. They need to explain an accidental event from two years ago. I feel uneasy... I’m thinking of going with them. What do you think?"
Aunt Farin referred to Princess Dana’s personal maid.
Yang Ming frowned tightly, "Why do you want to go?"
"To familiarize myself with the faces," Emilia shrugged slightly. "Besides, I’m just fifteen now; no Sherman noble would propose marriage to me. I want to act with Mother and Aunt Farin."