"This energy defense shield really drains the dark energy batteries."
On the fully loaded medium transport ship.
Yang Ming fondled the light shield glove, light sword flashlight, and the set of dark gray advanced combat suits, constantly expressing his admiration.
Kolev sat in the pilot's seat, humming a tune as he observed the various operation panels, feeling very pleased.
In the back seat, two middle-aged uncles stared at Yang Ming in the co-pilot's seat with burning gazes.
In the back corner, Mimili with her swollen lips and corners of her eyes, was enjoying the photos projected on her watch and laughing loudly from time to time, completely lacking the ladylike demeanor she had when they first met.
"Oh, Hanton!"
One middle-aged uncle couldn't stop his admiration, "How did you do it? They were more than a dozen people, and only a few hits landed on you!"
Yang Ming smiled without saying a word.
