"The power here?" The second prince was puzzled. "Besides making money, what does the power here do? I can give you wealth directly."

"This is my own business, and it's something I can't share with you for the time being."

Yang Ming shrugged: "Of course, if you insist on giving me some material rewards, I won't refuse. I lack everything now."

The second prince looked at Yang Ming suspiciously.

"You showed your cards, right?" the second prince asked in a low voice.

"That's right," Yang Ming said, "If we don't do something, we will completely lose the initiative. I know what you are doing secretly, Edwang, you have established Luofeng's new intelligence system, relying on your strong financial support

.”

The second prince's Adam's apple trembled slightly, and his smile was a little bleak: "Then what should we do?"

"You know, Adwan, you know what we can do."

Yang Ming stared at the second prince.

The second prince slowly shook his head: "No, this won't work...resistance will drag this already riddled country into the abyss."

Yang Ming pressed forward step by step: "If you don't experience a rebirth from the ashes, your people and their descendants will not see any hope."

The second prince was a little anxious. He raised his hand to cover his forehead and began to feel uncomfortable.

He seemed to be back in that claustrophobic cage again.

Small meals and fresh water are provided regularly every day.

At first, he roared and charged like a wild beast, but that beast was drained of its strength little by little, and the life form named father who walked outside the cage killed the last ideal with indifferent eyes.

'You will only lead this country into the abyss, Edwan.'

The second prince suddenly had difficulty breathing.

He growled lowly, turned his back to Yang Ming, growled lowly, and burst out a few foul words from his mouth.

His handsome face was only ferocious, with a few veins popping out on his forehead.

The young man who rushed against the cage lost his strength and huddled in the corner, whimpering feebly. His eyes were full of despair, and despair slowly swallowed him up like a black mist.

Until a striking bright red color appeared in front of him, he looked at his wrist that was cut open by the delicate fragments of tableware and chopsticks, and slowly closed his eyes.

'No one can save this country, Adwan, not you, not me.'

'The Sherman Empire will not allow us to be independent in any form. You just need to be a puppet, and that will be enough. You can live out your life happily and happily.'

'Put away your damn hypocrisy, Edwan. No one really cares about the life or death of other people. You just covet the good reputation that is written down in the Chronicles of Fallen Wind.'

'Adwan, I am very disappointed in you.'

"I can not do it."

The second prince raised his head with a pale face, looked at Yang Ming who was quietly observing him, and smiled bitterly: "You chose the wrong person, Ming."

"stand up."

Yang Ming whispered.

The second prince just frowned and looked at Yang Ming.

"I said, stand up."

Yang Ming's eyes became sharper.

The second prince's frown deepened: "You can't order me, Ming."

Yang Ming suddenly moved forward, grabbed the second prince by the collar, roughly pulled the middle-aged man in front of him, and stared into the second prince's eyes.

The second prince's breathing almost stopped due to this.

"Answer me now!"

Yang Ming's voice showed obvious fluctuations: "Do you want to be a coward for the rest of your life! Or do you want to fight with me now!"

There was a struggle in Edwan's eyes, but the glimmer of struggle soon became dim.

"No, I can't..."

Yang Ming threw the second prince to the sofa.

"Sorry, my friend," Yang Ming laughed and turned around, "I may have scared you, but I'm really worried about the current situation. I'm going to make a new plan. See you tomorrow."

He was about to leave, but turned to look at the second prince, with strong disappointment in his eyes.

"Yang Ming..."

The second prince shouted subconsciously.

He suddenly had a strong premonition.

If you let Yang Ming leave now, you may never see this guy again in the future.

Yang Ming paused: "Huh?"

"Give me some motivation," the second prince whispered, "Can you? Try to motivate me. I don't have any confidence to face those two superpowers now..."

Yang Ming thought for more than ten seconds and said slowly:

"When I opened my eyes and faced the world, I had nothing. But now, I have the strength to struggle in the face of fate, and I can also plan step by step to save my family. Your start is already much stronger than mine, Ai

Dewang.

"This dirty galaxy is an endless abyss.

"Power, desire, human nature, betrayal, wealth, fame, we are all trapped in this and constantly struggling. The development of science and technology cannot hide the ugliness of human nature. On the contrary, technology has built powerful barriers, making it increasingly difficult for the weak to challenge the strong.

"The difference is whether you choose to sink or whether you choose to grab the rope and climb up.

“Don’t you want to see what the scenery will look like after you step out of the abyss?”

Yang Ming extended his right hand to him.

"Don't think about your country. The emperor is not qualified to represent the will of the country. I'm asking you, coward, do you want to challenge the powerful new federation together?"

At this moment, in Adwang Yue's eyes, Yang Ming's whole person seemed to be glowing with a faint light.
Chapter completed!