Abyss Solo

"I wouldn't recommend doing that, Minister," Allison reminded, "The White Ghost is present here, and this guy is an extreme radical. He has zero tolerance for such actions, and everyone is afraid of him."

The atmosphere in the conference room grew heavy once more.

A woman suddenly raised her hand to signal: "What if we set up a trap for the White Ghost?"

"Set up a trap?" Allison wondered, "How do you plan to deal with him?"

"It's simple. He's an imperial hero. If we find a legitimate reason to arrest him, then he becomes a bargaining chip in our hands, with the Empire's immense public sentiment resting upon him."

An elderly person beside her said, "That's not a good idea. If it were on other planets, it might work, but here in Minter City, do you want the White Ghost to treat us like bugs?"

"That would be counterproductive," Allison also chimed in, "If the White Ghost is arrested by us, the Empire's public sentiment will flood towards us like a deluge. The Empire's fleet will attack us immediately, as their soldiers and junior officers view this guy as a spiritual leader... Oh, a spiritual leader?"

Allison leaned back, hands on his waist, contemplating for a moment, then quickly the tall and lanky 'young' New Federation council member cracked a smile.

"If we're only dealing with the White Ghost, I think I have a somewhat immature idea."

"However, the focus of our next discussion should be on how to make the Empire withdraw its troops without damaging our nation's dignity. That's the most important issue."

...

The nose is a bit itchy.

Yang Ming raised his hand to flick away non-existent nasal debris with a graceful arc.

His current sitting posture exuded arrogance.

His two long legs were crossed on the long table, his upper body slouched in the chair, calmly accepting the cameras from the New Federation and 'Galactic Democracy' camp reporters.

The longer the time drags on, the more advantageous it is for them.

Yang Ming now didn't know what the New Federation delegation had been discussing for a Galaxy Time, but he always felt they were scheming something.

But there's no choice. Now that he's sitting in this position, he can only adapt to changing circumstances.

The sound of footsteps echoed, Mimili walked up to Yang Ming with a tray, placed it on the table, then crouched slightly to set up the tea refreshments inside, softly saying, "Chief, you should replenish your energy."

Yang Ming inwardly exclaimed "witch."

If not for the fact that innumerable Galactic leaders were watching here, he would really want to act unruly.

Calm down, calm down.

As Mimili got up, she deliberately leaned down towards Yang Ming's ear.

Yang Ming thought she was playing a prank, but unexpectedly, she really said, "Be careful, your personal assistant reported that some military equipment has appeared near the hotel."

Yang Ming raised his eyebrows slightly.

Finally, the action has arrived.

He nodded imperceptibly. After Mimili left, he called Griss over.

"Chief, is there something you need?"

"Get closer!"

"I feel awkward, people might suspect us if this gets out."

Griss chuckled, getting closer to Yang Ming's side.

Yang Ming whispered, "Whatever happens later, prioritize protecting that girl."

"Uh, is the priority higher than these officials?"

"Hmm, just handle it yourself."

Griss frowned, nodded, and bowed out to the side, saying, "They're coming."

A number of figures appeared in the corridor on the left side of the hall.

"How long are they going to keep discussing?"

Yang Ming shouted loudly:

"If you're not letting us check their patents, just say it directly. Being so wishy-washy, doesn't the New Federation have any politician with a spine?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Allison and seven or eight young council members entered again, following three ministerial rank officials.

Immediately, the clicking sounds from hover cameras echoed, as reporters quickly began their reporting.

The negotiations continued.

The leading elder spoke slowly, "Mr. Ghost, esteemed members of the Empire Peace Wish Investigation Group, through a series of discussions, we've internally reached a preliminary consensus."

An Empire official directly asked, "May I ask, does this consensus involve cooperating with our investigation?"

"It's not about cooperation, but rather collaboration between us," Allison immediately replied, gesturing gently with his hands, "The Empire and my New Federation are both significant, influential countries within the Galaxy. The war between our two nations is a reduction of military strength for the entire Galaxy, and restoring peace between us is extremely important for the development of human civilization across the Galaxy."

The Empire official further engaged in a sharp back-and-forth.

The New Federation side began to play verbal tai chi, speaking in circles.

Yang Ming slightly furrowed his brows.

He sensed something was different.

The high-ranking officials and council members of the New Federation, at this moment, seemed to have found their backbone and had a clear objective.

——They previously behaved like a scattered pile of sand, and each of them seemed a bit lost, not knowing how to respond to the aggressive moves of the Empire.

Now, there's no trace of impatience on Allison and the others.

What does this signify?

It signifies that these bastards have definitely found a way to handle the current situation, yet Boss Yang is racking his brains, unable to figure out how the opponent would break the deadlock.

Simply buying time?

What's the point of that?

Their investigation team could be here for half a year or even a year, and the Empire is happily watching such a scene unfold.

Yang Ming recalled the message transmitted by Mimili earlier. Lyu mentioned that many military devices and weapons have appeared near the hotel...

Could it be?

A figure dashed past on the opposite side.

"What?"

An elderly man opposite Yang Ming suddenly frowned and shouted, standing up abruptly and glaring at the assistant who just ran over: "Our security network's been breached? Are the people from the network security company just sitting around doing nothing?"

"Minister, things are getting a bit dangerous now," the assistant shouted. "An unknown network attack has clogged the on-site command server. The weapons we deployed on the street are rapidly being unlocked. They request that you evacuate and clear out the area immediately!"

The Empire officials also brushed aside their arguments, each glancing up at the assistant.

Just then!

Tails of fire suddenly rose outside the window.

From the top of the building opposite the hotel, dozens of miniature missiles took to the air, curving outwards towards the depths of the sky.

The target is the hotel!

"Our interception systems have all failed!"

"Have the guards use laser guns to shoot them down!"

Yang Ming turned his gaze to Allison, who appeared utterly panicked, with her breathing becoming somewhat rapid.

But when Allison met Yang Ming's eyes, she wore a faint smile for a moment.

"Brutal enough."

Yang Ming muttered softly.

He suddenly turned around, the precious tiles underfoot shattering as he shot out like a cannonball, with the hotel's door and the nearby floor-to-ceiling windows simultaneously shattering.

Yang Ming's speed was so fast that the surrounding world seemed to be in slow motion!

He looked up at the sky, seeing laser beams rising from all directions, with missiles that had just reached their apex exploding one by one, but four missiles began accelerating downwards!

The guards couldn't even lock onto such high-speed targets.

The surrounding semi-automatic and fully automatic military equipment was now in a state of misfire.

Yang Ming's body soared!

The steps in front of the hotel collapsed downward, and Yang Ming, like a cannonball, spread his arms as he ascended into the air, a crimson shockwave bursting from his forehead.

Yang Ming clenched his fists tightly!

Two miniature missiles exploded suddenly, the shockwave spreading horizontally across the sky, and the air erupted with rolling heat waves.

These miniature missiles, although small in size and slow-moving within the atmosphere, were truly terrifying in power. Fortunately, they used conventional blast impact warheads.

The crowd below finally reacted, emitting screams.

And many looked up, seeing the figure wrapped in red light rushing into the sky, along with that high-raised right fist.

Boom!

Flesh and blood fist hard-punched the high-speed falling miniature missile.

The miniature missile flew backward into the sky!

And the Ancient God Life Form, no matter how formidable, must adhere to the law of conservation of momentum, crashing into the hotel rooftop with a speed faster than when he soared up.

Two explosions rang out in succession, with one miniature missile in high altitude creating a powerful shockwave, masking the sound of the White Ghost crashing onto the hotel rooftop.

The scene was in chaos.

Yang Ming slowly drifted out from the rooftop heliport, which had a large opening blasted open, looking up at the missiles in the sky, his mouth twitching.

Damn it!

It wasn't until after he threw that punch that he realized he was deceived!

The warheads of these missiles are all remotely detonated!

Merely depending on the impact of landing wouldn't trigger an explosion!

Now he had guessed the intentions of these New Federation guys, but... it didn't seem like such a bad thing.