Gris wondered: "Who is it?"

"The product of the New Federation's failed genetic experiment," Yang Ming muttered in a low voice, "It's quite powerful. I actually don't know much about it. I'm just trying to deceive them now. I didn't expect it to actually exist."

Gris leaned back.

Allison almost rolled his eyes in anger.

At that moment, Yang Ming stood up, moved his joints, raised his hands slightly, and slowly lifted his body into the air on the stand, drifting slowly downwards.

This scene of flight of thoughts made the atmosphere at the scene suddenly become much more lively.

The group of burly men all looked at Yang Ming feverishly, staring at him as he fell in front.

Two school-level officers stepped forward and gave a military salute.

"Your Excellency White Ghost! Will the exchange meeting begin now?"

"Well," Yang Ming nodded, "please leave, I don't need a host."

The two officers looked a little ugly, but they still saluted and left, quickly exiting the edge of the batting ring.

Yang Ming walked a few steps in front of these people with his hands behind his back, and suddenly laughed:

"Everyone, I don't see anger in your eyes. Do you want to come here to sing, dance, and hold hands to praise world peace?"

More than one hundred and twenty reformed warriors did not answer, but there was a bit more fighting spirit in their eyes.

"Look at me," Yang Ming said calmly, "I am an enemy you cannot reach at this stage. During the war between the empire and you, I completed gang-hopping operations against your flagship ship, and also invaded your largest ship.

In the fortress, where you have to compete head-on with transformation warriors of your level, my assessment of you is... you are vulnerable."

Harden, the fists of these transformation warriors have begun to harden.

A little further away in outer space, hidden in the Dongfeng in the sky above Mingte City, Lu and 026 looked at the projection screen in front of them with expressions of admiration.

The boss is really too arrogant.

Yang Ming's voice continued to be heard, and Lu wanted to edit based on today's video, so his eyes widened at this moment, and he would not miss any details.

Yang Ming continued:

"Very good, your eyes are a bit murderous now. Do you want to beat me? Or do you want to just use the laser gun to open a few holes for me?"

"I have always felt that the so-called freedom and democracy of your new federation is the biggest joke in the galaxy. You should feel it yourself when you are in it. One-third of the population of the huge Minter City is low-income people.

I earn a bright salary, but I can't live a good life because of the high prices on this planet.

"What concept do they instill in you? Rich people should enjoy everything, but they won't tell you that in this compound interest society model, the income from an asset of 10 million will always be greater than 101,000 times. No,

It should be much more than a hundred times.

"The so-called democracy should be based on fairness and equality, what about you?

"Are the muscles in your face moving?"

Yang Ming pointed at a soldier and said calmly: "Do you want to come up and beat me? Then what are you waiting for?"

"Mr. Ghost!"

One person took a firm step forward and said loudly: "You are called the strongest cyborg in the galaxy. Today we are ordered to come to have a friendly discussion with you!"

"There's so much nonsense," Yang Ming said, "I'm just going to stand here and let you beat me, come on? What a bunch of cowards."

"ah!"

The reformed soldier directly in front of Yang Ming roared and rushed towards Yang Ming, hitting the bridge of Yang Ming's nose with his fist.

Yang Ming didn't move, his eyes were very quiet.

boom!

Yang Ming's body was directly smashed into the air. The modified warrior's arms were bulging with veins and his muscles were twitching slightly due to the full force of his attack.

There was silence.

Yang Ming lay there quietly, as if he was stunned, but his laughter soon started.

He floated up slowly, without any scars on his face, and shook his head with a little regret.

"That's it?"

The reformed warrior who took action shouted again, as if to embolden himself, tapping his toes on the ground, his figure was like an arrow leaving the string, heading straight in front of Yang Ming's eyes, his fists exploded with thunderbolts, and his muscles bulged instantly,

Showed amazing explosive power.

The modified warriors here are also top biochemical modified warriors who can tear apart small transport ships with their hands!

But this time, the warrior's fist was tightly grasped by a big hand.

Yang Ming did not retreat, but just moved slightly to the side. The absolute strength advantage suppressed the opponent's explosive power, and caused the New Federation soldier's body to flutter to the side uncontrollably.

Yang Ming arched his knees and controlled the force, locking it on the soldier's ribs.

With the crisp sound of bones cracking, the warrior flew up high and fell heavily, causing the whole place to fall into silence.

Yang Ming turned to look at the field: "Come together, cowards."

Loud roars echoed in the field, and one of the biochemically modified people burst out of his clothes, his muscles expanded rapidly, his body grew in size, and he surged towards Yang Ming.

Yang Ming suddenly recoiled and plunged into the crowd of transformed people.

He did not use any mental impact methods, purely physical confrontation, fist and foot collision, and looked at his ability to resist blows and his own attack ability.

One after another the figures kept flying backwards.

There were faint punch marks and shoe prints on Yang Ming's body.

He will also be suppressed for a short period of time. After all, it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands, but as long as he finds an opportunity, one or two of these fighters will fly out.

A fierce and physical fight began in the batting ring.

If he had to use one word to describe the current scene, he would call it... a big man covered in body...

Half an hour later.

Yang Ming was breathing heavily, standing in the middle of the wailing strong men on the ground, wanting to light a cigarette for himself.

There was nothing serious about him, and his skin was not torn. It was just that his shirt was torn into several strips of cloth, which made him look a little embarrassed.

"The New Federation's biochemical modification technology is really not good."

Yang Ming grinned, looked down at the soldiers who could no longer stand up, and said calmly:

"Remember, in the future, when you reformers from the New Federation see the reformers from our empire, you will lower your heads and leave.

"What right do you have to look down on the empire?

"Under the oppression of imperial power, real democracy and freedom may be born. Who can say for sure about such things as thought?"

After saying that, Yang Ming shook his head, turned around and slowly flew up, floating back to the stand where the Imperial Investigation Team was.

On the Dongfeng, Lu and 026 have already entered working mode. Today's video editing is completely centered around Boss Yang's last words. Of course, this short video that will be widely circulated among the empire's social groups will only be from the New Federation.

'Malicious clipping'.
Chapter completed!