Abyss Solo-Chapter 505: Captain Catherine 225_3

Yang Ming stared quite seriously at Catherine’s chest for a few moments, "Incomplete?"

"Asshole! What the hell are you thinking about!"

Catherine clenched her fist, ready to strike, and Yang Ming quickly dodged, not daring to casually take the brunt of her punch with who knows how many years of strength behind it.

The two romped around behind the others.

The three in front turned their heads for a glance and quickened their pace, distancing themselves from the pair behind.

As Yang Ming begged for mercy, Catherine finally gave him a break, and they leaned on the railing of the suspended lift, gazing out at the city night scene.

"I am a complete woman, and that is perhaps my greatest fortune."

Catherine intentionally stuck out her chest and lifted her head, stealthily observing Yang Ming’s expression and offhandedly remarked, "Sometimes I think about experiencing the pleasures of both sexes in my limited lifetime."

Yang Ming muttered under his breath, "That pleasure, it’s truly beyond your current imagination."

"Have you ever had a relationship?"

"Of course, I’ve had a few, and the love affair I just ended lasted two and a half years," Yang Ming sighed, "It was quite sentimental."

Catherine wondered, "Then why break up?"

"The reasons are complex, but we still maintain good contact," Yang Ming said with a smile, "Want to experience the taste of a breakup?"

"Pah!"

Catherine rolled her eyes, "Do you even know how to converse?"

"It’s not that I can’t converse; it’s just that many things can’t be discussed so casually, sis," Yang Ming extended his finger and poked Catherine’s hand, "Our statuses are too different."

Catherine said, "I don’t think there’s much of a gap between our statuses, I am still, for the time being, classified as a human."

Yang Ming: "You trying to hit on me?"

"Ah, what I mean is," Catherine glanced to the side, "if one day we become familiar enough to move beyond friendship, I might come to you to experience what love is, of course, a complete love that might include the phase of breaking up."

Yang Ming squinted and smiled, extending his right hand.

"What for?"

"Here, have a trial card," Yang Ming said, "One-hour boyfriend experience, we can skip right to the main event."

"Is that even possible?"

Catherine hesitated for a moment, then gently swatted Yang Ming’s hand away.

"Show some respect or I might really beat you up!"

"Fine, consider it my wishful thinking," Yang Ming put his hands back into his jacket pockets, "Then don’t regret it; not every excellent woman gets to have my trial card."

"You sound like the typical promiscuous noble scumbag the internet talks about."

"I am actually very devoted; my ex-girlfriends all think so."

Yang Ming took a deep breath, facing the night breeze, letting his tightly wound nerves relax a bit.

The city ahead was divided into upper, middle, and lower sectors, each with its own style and price tag.

"I’ll probably be transferred in a few days," Catherine said, "The Empire has already locked on the source of this attack, a massive war is brewing, and Bryant and I will be heading out with the troops."

Yang Ming said, "A lot of people will die, huh."

"Yes, not only will many people die, there will be the fall of governments, even an entire ethnicity might vanish."

Catherine’s sigh swirled in the wind:

"This is my other side. I will become the Empire’s blade, conquering anything that dares anger the Empire."

"Does that give you psychological pressure?"

"Yes, but not much. My capabilities are limited; I can only protect the Empire’s citizens," Catherine’s gaze was mostly resolute, "The enemies of the Empire are my enemies."

"For instance, if the White Ghost betrays the Empire?" Yang Ming asked softly, "I know you’re quite fond of this guy."

Catherine smiled, "Liking and admiration stem from personal feelings, but my first duty is loyalty and obedience, certainly not to some individual. I am loyal to this nation, this entity, this civilization called the Sherman Empire... And you? Are you planning to develop your career on Yaha Star?"

"Yes," Yang Ming scratched his head, "I don’t have such high ideals as you. I thought about building reputation through the police system, but I’ve realized, it’s too slow for my goals, far too gradual."

"You’re in a rush to stand out?"

"I want to gain a certain amount of influence, to make those above hear my voice."

Yang Ming squinted and smiled: "So I’ve decided to take a different path."

"Which path?"

"Media," Yang Ming said, "I’ve found that the Empire’s media system seems weak, talk show hosts and radio still occupy a significant weight in public opinion, I want to influence the Empire through the media."

"Uh," Catherine found this a bit odd, "Then what?"

"Then look for opportunities to infiltrate the Empire’s upper echelons, perhaps a shortcut I overlooked before," Yang Ming gazed into the night sky, "No one can hold me back from reaching my destination."

Catherine watched the side of Yang Ming’s face, unable to shift her gaze for a while.

...

"Jeez, hasn’t the Sherman Empire declared all-out war on the New Federation yet?"

In a corner underground at the capital of the Free Federation of the Milky Way’s Head Star.

Several grey-haired elderly sat on sofas, with hot beverages beside them steaming faintly, their faces concealed by shadows cast by the dim light.

In the corner, a young man sprawled, his legs crossed with both hands resting on his knees, thumbs idly circling each other. freёweɓnovel_com

He spoke slowly, "Gentlemen, do you believe what I said now? Although the current situation of the Milky Way has a slight deviation from what I knew, the Sherman Empire is a paper tiger, having lost the strength and courage to wage an all-out war on the second power of the Galaxy."

"Pioneer, that doesn’t prove anything."

"My patience is limited," the young man’s gaze turned sharp, "Of course, I am in need of your support, so I must be humble. Our goal is consistent, to see the rapid decline of the mighty Empire."

An elderly laughed, "You need to continue proving your worth."

"Is that so?" the young man slightly raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes, "My intelligence contains not just the Empire’s next twenty years."

His figure gradually faded, utilizing holographic projection.

"See you on tomorrow’s headlines, you old fart."

"Send a few men to take him out."

"Who does he think he is?"

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