Abyss Solo

Chapter 73: 044 Ordinary Merchant_2

Kolev kept covering his nose, wailing, with tears of grievance pooling in his old eyes.

This made the young couple responsible for questioning them speak much more gently.

“I’m terribly sorry, Mr. Haton, we sympathize with what you’ve been through today.”

“It’s clear, both of you, that you saved that beautiful lady over there. We’ve now initially determined that the culprits are two members of a rebel organization who infiltrated the cabin.”

“Rest assured, they have been controlled and will not harm you again.”

“Could you both recount the events that took place earlier?”

Yang Ming frowned and said, “A rebel organization? Uncle, should we reconsider our investment plan?”

Kolev nodded, “I deeply regret my decision to invest here and build a factory! It’s utter chaos here! This is the greatest insult I’ve suffered in my life! They even hit my nose! Oh, my poor, frail nose, which might be cremated in a few years! How can it end so miserably?”

The two young officers exchanged a glance, their attitude immediately becoming more apologetic.

They dared not offend these potential investor guests of local politicians.

The questioning wrapped up hastily.

The most probing question was regarding Yang Ming’s fighting skills:

“Mr. Ming, your actions will certainly be defined as self-defense, so there’s no need to worry about that. But one of them is seriously injured, with a broken spine…”

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The male officer paused a few times, “Have you received combat training?”

“My uncle is a billionaire.”

Yang Ming calmly explained,

“I need to learn some combat skills to protect his personal safety. A life of material abundance inevitably becomes dull, so I take pleasure in exercising my body.”

As he spoke, Yang Ming lifted his suit and shirt, revealing well-defined abs that made the female officer push her glasses up.

“Wow,” the male officer nodded, “Are you Mr. Haton’s bodyguard?”

Kolev frowned, “Hey! You’re the bodyguard! This is my dear big nephew!”

“Alright,” the male officer said, “To be safe, I’ve just received news from my superior, officially notifying you both… Please do not spread this incident outside. Otherwise, we’ll hold you accountable under the Empire’s information security guidelines.”

“What do you mean by this?” Kolev shouted angrily, “I’m a victim! I’ve been harmed! An innocent, helpless old man, here to invest in this place, almost beaten to death by two thugs!”

“Sorry,” the female officer looked apologetic, “We can’t give you substantial compensation. This is a tricky matter, and the two rebel members have been sent to higher-level departments for interrogation. You just need to remain silent to avoid many follow-up troubles.”

The male officer said, “Otherwise, you might have to come back to the station with us for half a month’s interrogation.”

“Oh, you,” Kolev’s voice rose, “Are you trying to downplay the issue? Are you in cahoots with those two thugs? Oh! I want to go back right now! Get me on my return trip!”

“Uncle, Uncle Haton!”

Yang Ming quickly pulled Kolev back.

“They’re right, this matter cannot be blown up, or it will damage our dignity. You wouldn’t want your old friends to know you got your nose crooked by rebels, would you? The business here is a good project for us.”

“Hmph!”

Kolev wore a look of displeasure.

The two officers exchanged a glance and each let out a sigh of relief.

The woman at the center of the incident, attacked by the rebels, left with the patrol ship.

Before leaving, she wanted to thank Yang Ming and Kolev.

But as she approached, Yang Ming smiled and shook his head, refusing her.

Yang Ming reminded her, “We’re just honest businesspeople; we don’t want to stir up trouble, miss.”

She lightly bit her lip and bowed her head to Yang Ming in gratitude.

“You saved me, and I’ll remember this kindness. Once I finish handling what I’m dealing with, I’ll find a way to repay you both.”

Yang Ming shrugged, “We don’t want to get too deeply involved in politics.”

“I understand,” the woman sighed softly, her demeanor full of gloom, “Thank you.”

Yang Ming noticed that when the woman left, she wasn’t being escorted, but rather seemed to be protected by the patrol team members.

A big figure?

She didn’t look like it.

As the two patrol ships slowly departed and the starship returned to normal operation, those crew members and security staff, who must have been slacking somewhere, perked up and became very active.

They even brought comforting gifts to unfortunate old Kolev—free snacks and an air kiss from a female crew member.

Kolev was already filled with distrust for the environment. He squeezed into Yang Ming’s “egg cabin,” trying to endure the last bit of their voyage.

“It’s really too chaotic here; theoretically, we should have been taken away for investigation, but the officers’ reactions were out of the ordinary. They were eager for us not to follow up.”

Kolev whispered.

Yang Ming slightly curled his lips but didn’t say much more.

Turbulent waters were perfect for catching big fish.

However, what Yang Ming and Kolev didn’t know was this.

When they arrived at Wind Head Star and successfully boarded the ground-to-air train at the Space Port, beginning their exploration of Wind Head Star Ilando’s culinary recommendations.

In the controlled airspace near Head Star Ilando, onboard a comprehensive Supply Ship surrounded by several Escort Ships, in a chamber set up as an interrogation room.

The beautiful woman who had promised to repay Yang Ming was now bound to an electric torture chair, her eyes dazed from the effects of nerve-inducing drugs, her face and body displaying multiple bruises.

She mechanically kept repeating:

“I don’t know.”

In front of the woman, several middle-aged men in blue trench coats appeared somewhat tense, occasionally glancing at the corner.

There stood an elderly man with graying hair.

“Nothing found?” the old man asked.

The middle-aged men quickly turned around, respectfully replying,

“She’s been scanned all over three times, General; no chip has been found under her skin or inside her body.”

“Perhaps the intelligence was wrong.”

“Our people have searched every corner of the ship. No effective information was found; everything has been meticulously checked.”

The old man looked visibly displeased and said coldly, “Cut open her stomach and search once more.”

“Yes, General!”

“General,” a middle-aged man said softly, “According to intelligence screening, there are two people… those two who stumbled upon the rebels’ actions, an uncle and nephew pair, here at the Head Star to invest in the pipe diversion business, who had contact with the maid… could it be?”

“If it’s possible, then verify it.”

The old man said in a low voice, “Don’t overlook any clues. Be discreet while operating on the ground. No one would pay attention to two small businessmen at this moment.”

The middle-aged man nodded promptly, “Yes, I’ll go right away. Rest assured, I won’t cause any disturbance; they’re just two ordinary people, easily handled with a laser gun.”