"I’ve been physically training with science to enhance my strength," the young man slightly lifted his head, "but it seems I no longer need to try hard for this, elder brother, you have done it, you made them respect our father."
Yang Ming sighed, "You underestimate father, Cole, he has always been working hard for this family. He is very talented, have you ever seen his design blueprints? If he didn’t have to hide and work, blending into a top team, he would have become a first-class ship designer, an industry expert."
The youth seemed incredulous.
"Of course, you can ask Lady Daly," Yang Ming spoke softly, "if you want to join the military, your mother would be very heartbroken, she would rather have you and your siblings safe and sound."
"Mothers generally are like that," the youth laughed, "if I can now become a detective, then I can give up striving for the military."
"Then I would have to test your talent."
Yang Ming opened the book, found a few pages, and tore them out directly, handing them to the young man.
"The main body of the case is all here. Before you go back today, tell me who the murderer is."
"Okay!" The youth nodded vigorously, solemnly taking the papers, and turned to run to the shade nearby, reading the content word by word.
Yang Ming couldn’t help but smile.
A slight breeze blew as he stretched languidly, leaning against the smooth, meticulous tree trunk, quietly watching the lake in front—it was a rare good weather.
"This is way too inefficient."
Inside the flagship of the Poisoned Stinger Ship fleet, Griss stared at the Imperial Star Domain Map in front of him, yawned deeply, and swallowed a blue stimulant pill.
Then, Griss turned to look at the corner card room, where he could see four individuals—men, women, asexuals—engaged in a table card game.
"How honored I am to serve these big shots."
Griss crossed his legs and continued to scribble on the map.
After a few days of searching, they had indeed made some progress, and the technical team behind the White Ghost had also begun to show faint traces.
They kept following the leads but every time they were about to find critical information, they ended up in dead ends.
Every area the White Ghost had stepped into left trails, but after three days of searching, Griss could assert that these trails were likely intentionally left by the White Ghost!
Those four big shots were hardly serious about it.
When they acted separately, they only let their ships move; the four always stuck together, playing cards, meditating, brawling, drinking, indulging desires.
Griss couldn’t help but glance at the corner.
That slender asexual, seemingly emanating a faint glow, their androgynous face concealed an indescribable allure.
What kinds of women hadn’t Griss encountered?
This type of human, he’d truly never met before.
Bryant glanced up at him, and Griss felt a chill spreading down his spine, hastily shifting his gaze.
"How boring," Bryant pushed the cards away, propped his chin with his hand, his beautiful face wearing a slightly sly smile, "continue the search, I’m going to play with my little friend for a few days, we have endless stories to tell."
In front of him, a burly man, a seductive woman, and a pale, bespectacled man all revealed smiles.
The burly man asked softly, "Shall we go together?"
The bespectacled man immediately answered, "Since we’re not needed in the search phase for battle, we can take a ship there, there shouldn’t be any problems."
"How’s your little friend’s stamina?"
The seductively slender woman with tawny skin lightly licked her lips.
Bryant frowned at her, a faint light flickering in his eyes.
The woman’s arm trembled as she cursed, "I was just kindly offering to teach you some moves!"
"Vulgar," Bryant responded coldly, "if you’re coming with me, wrap up that rotten body of yours, or else I’ll make your skin rot inch by inch."
The woman grumbled impatiently, "I get it, such a hassle."
But she was clearly a bit sincere.
Bryant looked toward Griss, and the words Saka Star flashed through Griss’ mind.
This elite cannon fodder from the special forces slightly twitched at the corners of his mouth.
He despised these pretentious individuals.
Especially despised them.