In a transport shuttle.

Yang Ming scrutinized himself on the holographic display. Having returned to the vicinity of Ilando Star, he wore the uniform of the Luofeng Empire military, donning the brand new Major General epaulets.

His face, modified by technology, had been restored to its 'original' appearance.

In fact, Yang Ming was a bit unsure whether his face or Hanton's face was this body's original look.

But this visage was definitely more comfortable to look at.

A line of warning words popped up at the center of the flight control station, and a synthesized electronic voice came through the sound system:

"This is within the Luofeng Empire's territory. Your ship is too close to our Head Star's military restricted zone. Please retreat immediately, please retreat immediately... Identity confirmed, welcome, Major General Yang Ming."

Yang Ming laughed and cursed: "Lyu, you're slacking off?"

"Sorry, boss, was focusing on other places," Lyu's three-dimensional projection appeared on Yang Ming's shoulder, maintaining a height of over ten centimeters, "The members of the Wind Army are already waiting on the surface. All you need to do next is to meet up with Gudun Mah."

"Hmm, as long as Dabitch and the others don't slip up."

Lyu laughed and said, "Boss, don't worry. They've had hardware upgrades using new technology developed by Dark Star, which at this stage can resist the vast majority of scanning instruments."

Yang Ming curiously asked: "Has our Dark Star been tinkering with so much new technology? Do we have that many research talents?"

Lyu explained:

"In the Dark City's Virtual City, every immature Mechanical Thought Body, with the advantage of high-speed time flow, can become an excellent technical specialist.

"Right now, what we lack the least is a reserve of technology, what we lack the most are resources from the material world and how to validate these technologies one by one for economic benefit.

"Boss, didn't you see? I compiled the report on the number of Dark City's patents for you in the briefing."

Yang Ming displayed a slightly awkward but polite smile: "Give me the list of political figures attending the conference today."

Lyu stifled a laugh and quickly unfolded a projection screen in front of Yang Ming.

...

Ilando Star, the Star-Class Exhibition Center was packed with people.

Statesmen and generals from Luofeng and the surrounding three small countries had all gathered here, and a large number of news media and security personnel made the newly constructed venue, already quite grand, seem exceptionally crowded.

In the lounge on the edge of the conference hall, Gudun Mah glanced at his wristwatch.

Each general stood silently, only Gudun Mah and Dabitch remained seated, appearing utterly relaxed.

A senior general whispered: "We should enter now."

"No rush," Gudun Mah's thin, old face showed some displeasure, "Let's wait a bit longer."

"Sir, are we just waiting for Major General Yang Ming? Perhaps we should have Major General Yang Ming join later on his own."

"This Yang Ming is always late, and this is such an important occasion."

Both Gudun Mah and Dabitch looked over simultaneously.

The speaking general immediately lowered his head, not daring to meet the gaze of the two top military officials.

Dabitch said coldly: "Major General Yang Ming is the most popular general among our military personnel. If he were missing from our lineup, what kind of news would be reported? In times like this, the military must present a united front, without any discord!"

"Yes, yes, I'll go urge him right away."

"What's the use of urging!" Gudun Mah scolded, "Can you hasten his spaceship, or teleport him over immediately? Wait, I have overloaded him with too many tasks, so it's only natural he's busy."

A group of generals was left with black lines adorning their foreheads.

Too many tasks?

Does that mean workouts on the bridge during work hours, sleeping while reading off-duty, having up to twelve days off each month, with task indicators being routine patrols, and not participating in live ammunition drills for years?

As expected, the rumor that Major General Yang Ming is this big shot's illegitimate offspring is, after all, undeniable!

No wonder so many people are spreading this news!

A call came from the door: "Major General Yang Ming has arrived!"

"Good!" Gudun Mah and Dabitch immediately stood up, exchanged a smile, and made a gesture to proceed.

The two top commanders of Luofeng walked side by side, as everyone else made way, closely following them.

Yang Ming stood outside the door with his hands behind his back, wearing a slightly apologetic smile: "Sorry, there was a bit of traffic delay."

"Leave earlier next time," Gudun Mah said in a low voice with a stern expression.

Dabitch nodded with a smile and said warmly to Yang Ming: "No worries, we're on time, just stay behind us."

Yang Ming laughed: "No, no, that's too high-profile, I'll stay in the back."

A group of generals glared at Yang Ming.

Upper management elevates and nurtures him, yet this guy is so unaware of appreciating favors! If he annoys General Leon, who's known for being 'capricious,' he surely will face obstacles!

However, General Leon seemed overly cheerful today and nodded with a smile:

"You're indeed thorough, young people ought to be reserved and avoid showing off, quite modest, I like that a lot."

After speaking, Dabitch and Gudun Mah continued making gestures to proceed, both of them walking proudly at the front. The generals faced forward with a calm facade, though their eyes were nearly bulging out.

Is this still the General Leon who quietly eliminates political foes upon encountering them?

This is just too much!

"Everyone, keep up," Yang Ming called out, and the room full of senior generals quickly followed.

Soon, dozens of high-ranking officials from the Wind Army Department self-organized into double-file lines, proudly and steadily marching towards the conference hall.

The sound of dense shutter clicks came from the side.

Yang Ming stood behind several major generals with a calm look, even turning his head to flash a sunlit smile at the reporters, making a few female photographers instinctively aim and snap his image continuously.

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