The square assault craft descending to the surface was slowly cutting into the dense atmosphere of Ilando Star.
In the pilot seat, Yang Ming dozed off with his eyes closed.
Lyu's figure popped up on the central control display screen.
Today, she wore tight jeans and a turtleneck sweater, paired with black-framed glasses, seemingly searching for a sophisticated beauty.
Lyu stared blankly at Yang Ming.
She seemed to be pondering something.
In the past two days, Yang Ming had only slept for a few hours, perhaps a small price to pay for the rapid expansion of controlling his influence.
Lyu slowed down the small spaceship so Yang Ming could rest a bit longer.
The boss was indeed too tired recently.
The seemingly smooth annexation of the Sixth Fleet actually involved repeated simulations between the two of them,
and the soft landing of Gudun Mah's relationship with the royal family also consumed Yang Ming's efforts.
