"Alright," Yang Ming nodded.
Atro, who had calculated that Yang Ming would definitely refuse, had his expression freeze in an instant.
Yang Ming smiled and patted Atro on the shoulder, "Just kidding, I don't need you to act, watch me."
With that, Yang Ming pressed twice on his neck and a thin membrane similar to a spacesuit appeared all over his body, turning him into a translucent image, just like a ghost.
As the six of them watched on, Yang Ming flipped into the manor. He landed without a sound, utilized the covers around the manor, and crept forward.
Revelle whispered, "Are we, just going to wait here stupidly?"
"Earl, you own your own fleet and have also participated in the extermination battles against the Insect Race, right?" Atro asked softly.
"Yes, what about it?"
Atro smiled, "Do you think he, who can directly take down a Fourth Rank queen, will have trouble dealing with these ordinary guards?"
"That's not what I mean... Everyone has their area of expertise, and Mr. Ghost isn't particularly skilled at assassination..."
The back door of the manor was pulled open, and Yang Ming peeked his head out, "It's done, come in quickly."
The six elite members of the Empire could only look at each other.
However, when the six men followed Yang Ming into the manor with nervous hearts, they were stunned by the scenes along the way.
The Prince's manor was guarded by more than one hundred and twenty well-trained elite soldiers handpicked from the army.
But at the moment, these guards were all sleeping at their posts without exception, and some of the spacious corridors were filled with echoing snores.
The seven-person team reached the manor's basement unobstructed, finally witnessing some semblance of a battle scene.
However, these so-called battle scenes were merely scattered mechanical guard parts and two deformed strong alloy doors.
The Old Prince was sitting on the sofa, fast asleep.
He was dressed in a long gown, with ladies' lingerie beneath. His wrinkled face was painted with makeup typically used by females, and beside the couch lay a handsome young man.
Yang Ming said, "I didn't do this. When I broke in, he was seducing his male favorite."
Revelle couldn't help but curse.
The most delicate-looking guy in the seven-person squad couldn't help but shake his head gently, "Such a pity, that male favorite is pretty handsome."
The six others almost kicked him in unison.
"Put on gloves," Yang Ming reminded, and the six of them quickly donned anti-fingerprint devices.
Yang Ming pulled out two daggers from his belt and handed them to the two behind him, "Everyone go and stab the Old Prince in the heart."
Atro said, "I'll go first."
Revelle also said, "I'll do it."
Both grasped the daggers and stepped forward together.
Yang Ming turned to look at the other four, whose expressions varied, but almost simultaneously stepped forward.
Atro's right hand, which was gripping the dagger backward, was shaking uncontrollably.
He was the weakest and least significant in terms of power among the seven, a mere mid-level officer, chosen by the Emperor because of the influence of his own uncle.
So now he had to be the most active one, the one to take the lead.
It's just killing a man... just killing a man...
Atro grabbed the Prince's collar, ready to plunge the dagger down, but the tremors in his arm intensified.
This was the Prince, a Prince of the Empire, the Emperor's own brother... If this crime were exposed... no one could save him, the Emperor would sacrifice him...
The sharp sound of the dagger sliding against the fabric before it pierced the heart startled Atro.
He turned to look at Count Revelle beside him, who was pursing his lips tightly, but his action showed no hesitation, and he pulled the dagger out with even more force after stabbing it into the heart.
Atro's lips trembled lightly, and with a sudden force, he drove the dagger down and then immediately withdrew it.
The four young men stepped forward in turn, taking the dagger and stabbing it into the Prince's heart...
Yang Ming watched quietly from behind, carefully considering. When the six of them stood behind him again, he could feel that these six people had undergone a very clear change.
The Old Emperor's method was quite formidable.
Yang Ming calmly walked forward, undressed the male favorite in front of the six, opened his hand towards the wall, and a decorative metal longsword flew into his palm.
Yang Ming stabbed the male favorite twice in the shoulder and the abdomen, the wounds not too deep.
Then he calmly walked to a corner, rummaged out several bottles of medicine, and threw them beside the male favorite.
"Do we kill him?" Atro asked.
"No need," Yang Ming said indifferently, "A living person is more convincing. He's the best interview subject for gossip media. Let's go."
Yang Ming took out a small spray can from his pocket and carefully sprayed it around.
Revelle wondered, "What is this?" The source of this content ɪs novel⟡fire.net
"It obscures our biological information. As we walk, we inevitably leave behind skin flakes and such... I mean you guys. My protective suit won't leave behind any biological information. Current detection devices can already detect similar biological traces."
Yang Ming smiled, "Don't worry. I will be investigating this case myself. Let's head back."