A small transport ship took off directly from the ground, leaving the atmosphere at full speed, heading toward the military defense identification zone.
Yang Ming felt quite relaxed now.
Even with handcuffs on and two laser guns aiming at his head.
"Bring his watch over."
The major's voice came through a speaker in the corner.
A soldier stepped forward immediately.
Yang Ming placed his hands under the table and said firmly, "This is my privacy!"
"Military intelligence management," the soldier said stiffly, "Take off your watch, sir, I don't want you to become disgraced."
"Then come on," Yang Ming's eyes showed a hint of amusement.
The soldier's nostrils flared slightly as he suddenly lunged at Yang Ming.
Yang Ming immediately raised his hands, "Oh! Take it if you want! Don't touch me! Remove your damn big hands!"
"It's not your turf, you'd better behave."
The soldier sneered as he roughly removed Yang Ming's watch.
