Abyss Solo-Chapter 115 - : 069 Gathering, Windsor, Fun_2

Chapter 115: 069 Gathering, Windsor, Fun_2

Windsor couldn’t help but blush.

She quickly regained her composure and returned to the ‘wall of defense against men’ formed by a few of her girlfriends, laughing and chatting happily with them.

However, the gazes of these young female nobles occasionally strayed towards the old crone next to Kolev.

Ding ding.

Yang Ming’s watch received a notification from Lyu.

‘Boss, your biological factors are so strong. Among the on-site women with fertility, sixty-three percent are experiencing varying degrees of hormonal changes.’

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Yang Ming could only maintain a calm smile at this.

He had just received a genetic stabilizing liquid shot yesterday.

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To avoid being devoured alive by this group of noblewomen, Yang Ming decided to stick close to his first officer.

“Uncle, the important gathering you mentioned before, is this it?”

“This is just one of them,” Kolev said, sipping his drink and clicking his tongue, “I didn’t expect that, after the rebellion on the Fifth Administrative Star, with New Federation spies still active, especially after the violent explosion last night, the various noble gatherings could still go on as scheduled.”

Yang Ming pursed his lips slightly and said softly, “That’s quite normal unless the rebels attack Ilando Star tomorrow. Otherwise, the nobles’ socializing and revelry won’t stop, even if the rebels really do come over—”

“What?”

“They’ll continue to party in other countries.”

“You’re not wrong,” Kolev said, squinting with a smile, “Want to eat something, my dear nephew? The food here isn’t bad.”

Yang Ming asked, “What have you tried? Point them out to me.”

“I’ve tried this area, and it tastes pretty good.”

“That’s good then,” Yang Ming said calmly, “I’ll watch you for a few minutes. If you don’t collapse, I’ll have a bite.”

“Hey!”

Kolev made a gesture as if to kick Yang Ming, who dodged with a smile.

Their rough, playful way of bantering made them stand out even more.

Others observed them just as they were observing others.

Yang Ming’s gaze soon locked onto the most prominent spot of the VIP booth.

There, the Third Prince and the Second Prince were sitting side by side, seemingly in a harmonious conversation.

The Third Prince had entered middle age, the most popular choice for Crown Prince, with a face much like Edwan’s and a thick mustache around his mouth. His short stature only reached Edwan’s shoulder.

No one knew what the two princes were discussing—there were several layers of shielding devices around them.

But from Edwan’s lips, which occasionally twitched, Yang Ming deduced that their seemingly peaceful chat seemed not entirely pleasant.

On the VIP stage,

“It’s really surprising that my elder brother would step forward at a crucial moment to save this precarious country.”

The Third Prince laughed,

“I now even suspect those New Federation spies are at your command, Elder Brother. They created just the right sense of crisis, allowing you to stand forth naturally.

“Brother knows Father better than I do, right?”

“Perhaps you’ve misunderstood something.”

Edwan smiled and said,

“I’m just dissatisfied with your chosen strategy of compromise: standing by and indulging the miscreants who are setting fires? The Fifth Administrative Star has had enough disasters. Once the flames of war rise, who knows how many citizens will lose their lives and be separated from their families for the sake of interstellar capital’s interests.”

“But as I recall,” the Third Prince said gently, “weren’t you a committed reformist, Brother? You should be close to the New Federation. It’s surprising you suggested seeking aid from the Sherman Empire yesterday. Who persuaded you? Or, Brother, after pondering for so many years, have you finally realized you must use all means to achieve that goal?”

“The situation persuaded me,” Edwan said, glancing at the beautiful minister’s daughter below, “We’ve merely encountered a political disagreement. I don’t wish this to impact our brotherly bond.”

“Of course, we respect each other.”

The Third Prince looked at Yang Ming below and smiled,

“That young man is quite interesting. He has a distinctly different aura. I’ve been watching him for days because of you… Is he the one who changed you?”

“Don’t you have any advisors?” Edwan retorted, “Don’t you think before you speak?”

“Humph.” The Third Prince pursed his lips, pulling out a long ‘crystal panel,’ quickly sending a message, “Why don’t we find some entertainment? These trash gatherings are unbearably dull.”

Edwan frowned and said, “Don’t stir up trouble. This is the young lady’s birthday party.”

“Who would refuse some fun?”

Squinting with a smile, the Third Prince’s eyes reflected the corner of the venue, where two younger male nobles were approaching Yang Ming and Kolev, laughing as they walked.

There were several guards subtly following them.

Edwan’s eyebrows gradually relaxed.

This was also a form of confrontation, an outright clash between subordinates, concerning the morale of both factions. If he hurried to protect Yang Ming, it would disappoint many observing ministers and nobles.

Royal authority had to maintain its indifference.

Edwan leaned to the side, supporting his temple with a finger, watching the events unfolding in the corner.

The two young men clearly intent on causing trouble deliberately bumped into Kolev.

Kolev staggered, turning to glare at these two young men, about to directly curse, but his pirate cunning and slyness made him first show a kind smile.

He said with a friendly smile, “You weren’t intentional, were you?”

The two young men paused, one holding champagne, the other with hands in his pants pockets, turning to look.

The one holding champagne splashed it on himself in front of Kolev and Yang Ming, then shouted loudly,

“Can’t you two see? You spilled champagne on my clothes! Are you nobles? Why are you at this level of gathering? I’ve never seen you!”

Yang Ming, holding a piece of cake, glanced at the guy, then continued eating.

Kolev said aggrievedly, “Clearly, you bumped into me.”

“Hey! Old man! Let the young man behind you negotiate with us! I don’t want to bully you.”

“Nephew, they’re calling you.”

Yang Ming said, “Let me finish eating first; this tastes better than my assistant’s cooking. Just handle it, Uncle. They’re just lackeys.”

Perhaps it was the term ‘lackeys’ that provoked the two young nobles, and they became enraged, ready to rush forward.

A walking stick suddenly swung over, accurately hitting the man’s champagne glass.

Pop!

Wine mixed with crystal shattered, startling the man into stepping back instinctively.

Kolev calmly caught the walking stick, took a wallet from his pocket, pulled out large-denomination Luofeng banknotes, and slapped them against the man’s chest, pointing at his nose and swearing,

“I’ve bought the clothes on your back as compensation.

“Young man, if you so much as rudely touch me, I’ll take the topic of Luofeng Empire’s nobles bullying foreign investors to the top of the Milky Way’s interstellar networks’ headlines.

“I’ve seen many useless scoundrels like you in my life. You can’t even be a thug as well as those professional hooligans.”

All the surrounding nobles were dumbfounded.

The orchestra in the corner also paused in shock.

The young man turned bright red, disregarding the last line of gentlemanly conduct—not striking children and the elderly—and lunged forward to grab Kolev’s collar.

Despite his age, Kolev displayed unusual agility.

The first officer retreated behind his captain.

The two young men looked at Yang Ming’s profile, realizing he was their main target, and were about to attack.

Yang Ming leisurely unbuttoned his cuffs, rolling them back, slowly swallowing the cake in his mouth, and began to hum the tune the orchestra had played earlier in the stillness of the hall.