"Not entirely," Hanton’s father was suddenly a bit embarrassed, "they tried to influence you through me, and personally, I feel there’s no need to resent our own country."
Yang Ming sighed, "How about we don’t discuss this topic anymore? It’s a tangled mess, and I can’t fully devote myself to the Empire right now."
Hanton’s father nodded thoughtfully, "Will you continue to expose those corrupt officials? It’s a personal question from me."
"Do you support this?"
"Yes, those officials are utterly terrible!" Hanton’s father cursed, "They already enjoy local privileges, yet they illegally amass wealth and suck the people dry, more detestable than insects!"
"Uh, I might disappoint you," Yang Ming said with a wry smile, "I’ve now joined the Supermodified Organization and have promised the Elder Court not to continue exposing corrupt officials online."
Hanton’s father said seriously, "If something can be done for this country, why not do it? Your online exposures are reasonable and legal; why should you be targeted?"
Yang Ming shrugged, "They say it’s detrimental to the government’s image and social stability."
"This is simply absurd! You should be the sword hanging over those bad officials’ heads!"
"There’s no way around it," Yang Ming sighed, "but I previously founded the White Ghost Organization, which will also act as a watchdog over local officials."
"The deterrence is not enough."
Hanton’s father showed some regret and smiled, "You know? I almost jumped up in excitement when I found out you were the White Ghost.
"My life has been mediocre and mundane, without any major waves or great setbacks, which is fortunate, but there’s always a bit of discontent deep down.
"But you, my son, inheriting our family’s excellent genes, to become a hero watched by the entire Empire, it’s just like... a dream."
Yang Ming’s watch gently vibrated, revealing two messages.
The first message was from Lyu, saying there were some anomalies at the Sherman Empire’s border, with traces of massive space transitions, but strangely, the Empire’s border guards hadn’t found any invading fleets.
What worried Lyu was that the area with the transition traces wasn’t far from the Luofeng Empire’s border.
’It’s likely a considerable number of New Federation special ships have entered the Empire’s territory.’
The second message came from Atro.
The Military Intelligence Bureau was going to hold a high-level confidential meeting on how to deal with the Insect Race crisis, and Atro asked if Yang Ming had time to attend.
Yang Ming immediately gave an affirmative response.
"You have to go now?" Hanton’s father asked gently.
"I need to deal with some matters," Yang Ming picked up his tea and drank two big gulps, "The tea tastes good, I heard all your career planning suggestions, and, well, I’ll seriously consider them, let’s talk later."
Hanton’s father quickly nodded, "Alright, go ahead, we’ll chat later."
Yang Ming, before entering the bedroom, glanced back, the middle-aged uncle seemed a bit frustrated with his earlier performance, but sensing Yang Ming’s gaze, he immediately sat up straight and showed a warm smile.
"Good luck, child, we’re proud of you."
Yang Ming forced a smile, casually closed the door.
Becoming a hero’s gene did not come from Hanton’s family.
It mainly relied on Ancient Gods.
In the Star Domain where Lyu had detected transition fluctuations, spindle-shaped warships with activated optical stealth sped towards the Empire’s interior, synchronously transitioning towards dozens of directions in the designated target area.
The warships had no numbers, no markings, and if there was any risk of being captured alive by the Empire, they’d self-destruct via remote guidance.
And each target Star Domain they headed to spread across the Empire’s provinces.