Chapter 299 Confrontation in the Legislative Yuan

Why is the old emperor just trying to scare people?

Yang Ming rushed to the palace module and found the building where the old emperor was currently. He couldn't help but give a thumbs up and said, "I know how to play."

The main hall was decorated in the style of a nightclub, a popular entertainment venue in the Emperor Star Circle. It was equipped with a dance floor, booths, and boxes. You could see hotly dressed beauties dancing to the music everywhere.

When Yang Ming arrived, the old emperor was sitting at the bar, smiling as he watched the 'bartender' playing with bottles.

There were several middle-aged men sitting on the left and right, seeming to be talking to the emperor, who nodded slightly.

The place looked chaotic, but the emperor's personal maids changed into waiters' clothes and formed three or four faint security circles.

Yang Ming stood by the dance floor and waited for a while.

The eyes indicate that they are now very moist.

'Made, the emperor of the empire can play like this for a hundred years.'

Yang Ming couldn't understand what the old emperor wanted to say.

Yang Ming thought for a while, then got up and went to the dance floor.

In this case, the emperor did have plenty of entertainment time.

Emperor Star time, ten o'clock in the morning.

The elder almost choked on the smoke and raised his head to glare at Yang Ming.

Yang Ming was silent.

What does the Presbytery want to do?

As time passed by, the election progress was progressing smoothly, and the vote counting phase soon began.

"The Great Elder wants to talk to you," the woman said softly, "I'm right next to you. I'll spare you a few minutes."

Yang Ming used his own network access terminal to issue a full alert order to the surface security station, and piercing sirens sounded on the streets of major cities on the surface.

"Of course, I am still a member of the Super Modifiers organization."

"Viscount Hamton!"

…

He saw the familiar elevator lady again in the ascending elevator. After taking a seat on the sofa, he raised his hand and waved.

The girl's body trembled slightly, her pretty face was bloodless, she nodded quickly, turned around and walked back to the elevator door, her breathing a little uneven.

Yang Ming thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

"Is this an order from His Majesty?"

"He is extremely wise, and because of his decision, the Sherman family has dominated the galaxy for tens of thousands of years."

Eighteen votes, less than one-twentieth of the total votes.

Yang Ming felt somewhat unsure of his heart, but he still sat beside the emperor calmly, and the old emperor raised his hand to hold his shoulders.

"Great," the old emperor clicked his tongue, raised his glass to the side, "It's just a few of them, remember their faces, don't make a mistake tomorrow."

The great elder's expression was very calm;

Yang Ming looked around and took note of the faces of the young elders of the presbytery.

The corner of Yang Ming's mouth twitched slightly, he slowly stood up, picked up the communicator, and whispered:

"Every team."

"But Great Elder, I have no objection to the Council of Elders itself. I just followed His Majesty's order to thoroughly investigate the murder of Prince Venos.

"Does the harm refer to the damage to the interests of the Presbytery, or to the restriction of the freedom of the great nobles?"

Snapped!

The communicator was smashed into pieces by Yang Ming, and the fragments flew into the self-priming trash can nearby.

The maid said: "They are two gifts given to you by His Majesty tonight. They are the granddaughter and grandniece of Prince Venos. They are of royal blood. It is rare that one of them is still in love. If you want to gain His Majesty's complete trust, bring them with you."

If they go to the box next to them, they won't resist."

Yang Ming looked up at the center of the venue, where the great elder was looking at him with a smile.

The Great Elder was sucking on something similar to a hookah, and without looking directly at Yang Ming, he just said: "The Elder's Court is not kind to you, Hanton."

"I see."

Yang Ming's communicator suddenly vibrated continuously.

Yang Ming was the last one to get out of the car, raised his hand to straighten his collar, and scanned various areas with his eyes.

"Well, thank you."

Next to the great elder's lounge is the venue for today's internal election, and Yang Ming is too lazy to make more rounds.

The members of the task force were still blocked from the door. They only waited for Yang Ming to give the order before rushing in to arrest people.

Last night in the palace, the young elders who were received by the old emperor in a night party seemed to be missing one. There were a total of twelve seats for candidates, and now there were eleven seats.

The maid nodded understandingly, bowed slightly to Yang Ming, and then strolled away.

Yang Ming took out two banknotes from his sleeves, threw them into the girl's hands, and said calmly: "Don't take random photos of things near the palace in the future. Go back and stand."

He signaled the members of the task force to wait outside, followed the woman and walked about a hundred meters horizontally, entering the legislative building through the small door on the side.

There is a saying that the old emperor's dancing posture is no different from that of a baboon rubbing against a tree.

"Thank you, Great Elder, for reminding me."

"No need," Yang Ming glanced at the hourglass clock hanging on the wall, "The election meeting will start soon. If the Great Elder has anything to do with me, why don't you explain it simply and clearly."

It was almost as soon as Yang Ming left.

"Come," the old emperor greeted.

Yang Ming closed the communicator.

"Viscount Hanton," the elder said again, "If you insist on thinking so, I can also tell you that the murderer is not in this building."

"No, I'm just curious, so I came here to ask," the maid pointed to the sofa in the corner.

"I actually know that today's operation will definitely not go smoothly, and I can probably guess that the Presbytery is preparing to start a counterattack.

A row of floating police cars appeared on the edge of the square in front of the court. The doors opened, and hundreds of members of the police station's Prince Murder Task Force, dressed in police uniforms, rushed toward the Legislative Court.

Yang Ming opened the door and took a look at the interior layout. Although he could see at a glance that there were many secret doors here, and there were higher bioenergy reactions behind those secret doors, Yang Ming didn't pay much attention and stepped inside.

Yang Ming turned around, made a military salute, and then walked away.

The old emperor sighed softly: "Do you think that the emperor can cover the sky with one hand and do whatever he wants? When the empire was first established, it was true that my ancestor Levi Sherman had all the power of life and death, but he did something in his old age

He made a decision to dismember this imperial power. He said that only in this way can this political system exist for a long time."

"I can give you a heads up. The murderer may be hiding in this building right now."

"Recently, I researched the thirteen ancestors who were called tyrants in our family history, and found...their actions were similar to mine, intimidating the nobles and interfering in the legislative seats of the Presbytery.

Just as Yang Ming was wondering whether he should violate his principle of "being single-minded in love," a maid of the emperor who was responsible for delivering orders walked up to Yang Ming on high heels and said softly: "Why don't you go and relax with His Majesty?

?”

Yang Ming did not answer.

Buzz, buzz!

This is the counterattack of the Presbytery.

A guard at the door raised his hand and rubbed his neck, and the chip under the skin behind his ear shimmered slightly;

In the corner of the room, the beautiful woman who brought Yang Ming over crossed her arms and gently touched her elbows.

The great elder was sitting on the sofa puffing away smoke. A woman was kneeling beside him, squeezing the calf of the great elder to relax his muscles and activate his blood circulation.

"Viscount Hanton," one of the senators asked warmly, his voice clearly reaching every corner of the Legislative Chamber through the loudspeaker, "do you have any objection to the current election results when you suddenly stood up?"

Everywhere in the circular venue fell into a deathly silence, with each noble elder remaining silent in their respective positions.

"Those thirteen ancestors all completed the centralization of power during their lifetime, but after their death, the aristocracy restored the ancient system again, because the emperor who had just ascended the throne was not intimidating enough, and they would even control the selection of the new emperor."

Several senators showed gentle smiles.

When the votes for the candidates selected by the first emperor appeared, the last trace of smile on Yang Ming's face quietly faded, and the young elder whose name was read also looked stunned.

As soon as Yang Ming got through, he heard an old police officer shouting:

Just as Yang Ming was about to arrive at the door, a middle-aged woman wearing a loose white robe, but it was still clear that she had a wealthy heart, came quickly on high heels.

Could it be that I drank some wine and started to feel about life.

The Great Elder said slowly: "The giant dragon with powerful power is bound into the cave, so that this land can enjoy peace. Before the earth is threatened, any act of awakening the giant dragon or helping the giant dragon to be unbound will be harmful to the world."

The betrayal of countless lives on earth.”

Thousands of members of the public security station who came to support from behind were already nervously holding laser guns.
To be continued...