"The time now belongs to my daughter. As an old man, I am here, so you may not even dare to laugh out loud, so go back.

"Have fun, Emilia."

"Thank you, father." Emilia raised her skirt and bowed gracefully, "My daughter will definitely not let you down in this field."

"Oh hehehe," the old emperor was obviously in a good mood and left the table with a smile.

A group of maids and guards quickly followed, and the mechanical guards outside the door also set up an escort array.

When the old emperor just left...

All the young people in the room let out a collective sigh, then each looked at each other and laughed.

"Hey!"

Miss Windsor gently hit Yang Ming's arm and stared at Yang Ming with burning eyes:

"You haven't even told me about these interesting past events!"

"Want to hear it?" Yang Ming asked with a smile.

"Of course," she held her cheek with her right hand, her eyes a little bright, "I want to know more about you."

"Go have a drink tonight?" Yang Ming whispered in her ear, "We can chat all night."

Windsor bit her lower lip lightly and whispered: "Then I'll tell dad in advance that I might go back later tonight."

Yang Ming's heart felt hot.

She agreed.

…

At 6:30 p.m., the nightclub where 026 works, public restroom.

Yang Ming turned the water flow to maximum, turned on the shielding device he carried with him, and whispered at his watch.

"Lü, have you collected the materials?"

"Yes, boss, I felt the thought signal of the old emperor's omnic at close range."

"Give me a report as soon as possible. I need to know that his thinking signals changed significantly when I mentioned which keyword."

"Looking at it now, it's freedom and adventure, Sherman... I will make detailed statistics. Boss, remember to take safety measures. Your biological factors cannot be leaked easily."

"Got it, my nagging life assistant."

Yang Ming put down his watch, took off the hidden headphones in his ear holes, looked at himself in the mirror, and smiled a little.

This will be a wonderful night.

Yang Ming turned his head and looked at his buttocks, swaying slightly, and his body gradually relaxed as the drumbeats came from outside the door.

Windsor chose this nightclub because 026 mentioned that she works here, and Windsor wanted to come and see 026's working status. - They had added social software friends to the old economics professor's house before, and there seemed to be regular friends there.

Friendly contact.

Yang Ming walked out of the bathroom and looked at the corner under his desk. 026 was talking to Windsor. They both drank some wine and laughed very happily.

Yang Ming is a little envious of 026's current living situation.

Although she has not gotten rid of the influence of drugs, her life is moving forward, which is good.

A figure moved behind him.

"Um?"

Yang Ming raised his eyebrows.

Two strong men appeared in front of them. They were all dressed in ordinary clothes, jeans, leather jackets, or floral shirts, and large pants. However, their eyes were a little unkind and they stared at Yang Ming closely.

The third prince's thug?

Yang Ming glanced at Windsor with his peripheral vision. The two female bodyguards hiding in the dark were also alert at this moment.

Four people surrounded Yang Ming.

Yang Ming smiled, raised his hand and loosened his tie.

"fight?"

The other party didn't respond. He suddenly pulled out a half-meter-long electric baton from behind and hit Yang Ming hard on the shoulder.

Bang, bang bang bang!

The muffled sound seems to blend perfectly with the drum beats.

Yang Ming calmly walked out of the shadows and wiped the blood on his hands. Behind him were four curled up and twitching figures.

"Ming? What's wrong?" Windsor asked with concern.

"Windsor, you go home first, you two come out and escort Windsor," Yang Ming said directly to where the bodyguard was hiding, "026 Go back to work, hide tight, and remember to tell Calumi that before I wake up tomorrow,

Send me the details of these people who are causing trouble in her territory, otherwise I will look for her personally."

"Okay, okay Mr. Yang Ming!"

"Ming!" Windsor shouted nervously.

There seemed to be more black shadows surging around.

Yang Ming smiled at Windsor and said, "Can you leave first? I don't want you to see me committing violence."

Windsor's eyelids trembled slightly. Before she could speak, two female bodyguards stood in front of her and quickly called for support.

Behind Yang Ming, two black figures rushed out. They carried electric batons and metal rods, aiming at the back of Yang Ming's head and smashing them.

Yang Ming turned over and swept his legs, causing the two figures to fly upside down.

There were screams all around, and the two DJs on the console were stunned for a moment, and immediately changed to a song with a tighter rhythm.

Yang Ming stooped down and grabbed a metal rod that had fallen by his feet, and casually tested the strength to determine how much force he could use without directly hitting someone to death.

There were dark shadows moving in front of me, and someone touched his bulging lower back.

An unknown fire surged in Yang Ming's heart.

Mudd!

This group of thugs from the Third Prince really know how to pick the right moment!

His romantic...

Whoosh!

Suddenly there was a sound of breaking through the air behind him, and a small delicate bag hit Yang Ming on the head. Yang Ming turned around and glared. Miss Windsor, who was holding two high heels, blinked and smiled guiltily.

She wants to help...

Someone rushed out from the front.

Two high heels passed by Yang Ming and hit the rushing figure, causing a little damage.

Yang Ming took a running start and accelerated, the metal rod making a whining sound.
Chapter completed!