Toward evening.
Yang Ming drove the ultra-luxury limited-edition hovercar gifted by the Second Prince, listening to the music the Second Prince liked as he swaggered down the busy main thoroughfare.
This hovercar was truly impressive.
With its monstrous design and ridiculously powerful performance—especially the license plate representing royal status—the hovercars on the road instinctively kept their distance, afraid the beast might suddenly go berserk.
Yang Ming could now be certain.
Although it had brought more risks and new uncontrollable factors,
he had taken a firm step forward toward his grand goal of becoming the "Planetary Governor"!
The Second Prince really was a good man.
He had given away a factory just like that, and lost a limited-edition hovercar just like that.
As for whether the Second Prince had been so devastated that he had shut himself away, that had nothing to do with Yang Ming. After all, Yang Ming had already shown considerable restraint that afternoon.
"Boss." Lü's slender figure appeared on the central console. "The Second Prince hasn't let down his guard against you yet. You can't afford to be careless."
"He could never trust me. Or rather, he could never trust anyone."
Yang Ming narrowed his eyes and smiled.
"We didn't misjudge him. The Second Prince really was biding his time rather than lying flat and playing dead.
"He kept telling us that he wanted to use us to acquire some real estate in the New Federation. But in reality, whenever he said those things, there was always a smile in his eyes... He was testing us, and we were testing him too.
"He wants to use the power behind me, while I want to use his authority."
Lü hummed softly a few times. "There's nothing behind us."
"Lü," Yang Ming said with a smile, "you're behind me."