The third prince has also entered middle age. As the most popular candidate for the crown prince, he has a face similar to Edwan's, with a thick beard around his mouth. He is short and can only reach Edwan's shoulders.

No one knew what the two princes were talking about. There were several shielding devices surrounding them.

But Yang Ming inferred from the corner of Edwang's mouth that moved from time to time that the seemingly peaceful chat between the two princes did not seem to be pleasant.

On the VIP stage.

"It's really surprising that my second brother would stand up at a critical moment to save this endangered country."

The third prince smiled and said:

"Now I even suspect that those spies of the New Federation are taking orders from you, second brother. They exaggerated the sense of crisis just right, so that you, second brother, can stand up naturally.

"Second brother knows my father better than I do, doesn't he?"

"Maybe you misunderstood something."

Edwang smiled and said:

"I'm just dissatisfied with the compromise strategy you chose. You don't ask questions, and you allow evil people to set fires? The fifth administrative star is already troubled enough. If the war breaks out, I don't know how many citizens will lose their lives and have their families separated because of the interests of interstellar capital.

"

"But I remember," the third prince said warmly, "Second brother, aren't you a staunch reformist? You should be close to the New Federation. Yesterday you actually offered to ask for help from the Sherman Empire. This is really shocking.

People are surprised. Who convinced you? Or, second brother, after thinking about it for so many years, have you finally understood that you must do whatever it takes to achieve that goal? "

"It was the situation that convinced me," Edwang looked down at the beautiful minister Qianjin, "We just have political differences, and I don't want this to affect our brotherhood."

"Of course, we respect each other."

The third prince looked at Yang Ming below and said with a smile:

"This young man is quite interesting. He has a completely different temperament. I have been paying attention to him for a few days because of my second brother... He changed you, right?"

"Don't you have any staff?" Edwang asked, "Do you speak without thinking?"

"Hmm," the third prince curled his lips, took out a slender 'crystal plate', and quickly sent a message, "How about we have some fun? This trash party is really boring."

Edwang frowned and said, "Don't make trouble, this is the girl's birthday party."

"Who would say no to a good time?"

The third prince smiled with squinted eyes, his pupils reflected in the corner of the venue, where there were two slightly younger male nobles walking towards Yang Ming and Kolev while talking and laughing?

There were several guards faintly following the two of them.

Adwang's brows gradually relaxed.

This is also a kind of confrontation, a direct confrontation from his subordinates, which is related to the momentum of both camps. If he rushes to protect Yang Ming, he will disappoint many ministers and nobles who are watching.

The imperial power must maintain this indifference.

Adwang leaned sideways, supported his temples with his fingers, and stared at the situation in the corner.

The two young men, who were obviously trying to stir up trouble, bumped into Kolev on purpose.

Kolev staggered and turned to glare at the two young men. He was about to curse directly, but the pirate's cunningness made him smile kindly first.

He smiled and said: "You didn't do it on purpose, right?"

The two young men stopped, one was holding champagne, the other had his hands in his trouser pockets, and turned to look over.

The man holding the champagne poured the champagne on himself in front of Kolev and Yang Ming, and then shouted loudly:

"Don't you two have eyes? You spilled champagne on my clothes! Oh, are you nobles? Why do you appear at a party of this level? I have never seen you!"

Yang Ming, who was holding a piece of cake, turned to look at this guy, and then continued to eat his own.

Kolev said aggrievedly: "It was obviously you who hit me."

"Hey! Old man! Let the young people behind you negotiate with us! I don't want to bully you."

"Nephew, they call you."

Yang Ming said: "I'll finish it first. It's much more delicious than what my assistant made. Just watch and handle it, uncle. It's just the two of you."

Perhaps the word "minions" irritated the two young nobles. They became angry and were about to rush forward.

A civilized stick suddenly swung over and accurately hit the glass of the man holding the champagne.

Snapped!

The wine mixed with crystals exploded, frightening the man and subconsciously taking two steps back.

Kolev calmly clamped the civilization stick, took out a wallet from his pocket, pulled out a large-denomination Luofeng banknote, threw it on the opponent's chest, pointed at the opponent's nose and cursed:

"I bought all the clothes you were wearing, and this is considered compensation.

"Young man, as long as you touch me rudely, I will make you the headline of every major interstellar network in the galaxy with the topic of Luofeng Empire nobles bullying foreign investors.

"I have seen a lot of good-for-nothing trash like you in my life. Even if you are a ruffian, you are not as professional as those gangsters."

The nobles around were stunned.

The orchestra in the corner was also down.

The young man's face turned red, and he completely ignored the gentleman's last bottom line - not to hit children or the elderly, but moved forward to grab Kolev's collar.

Kolev's old body showed unusual agility.

The first mate retreated behind his captain.

The two young men looked at Yang Ming's profile. This was their main target and they were about to move forward immediately.
Chapter completed!