085 Attack of Feinan [Seeking initial subscription!]

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Ding, ding —

It was as if a few coins were spinning in a metal bowl, filling Yang Ming's ears with a buzzing sound.

He lay trembling on the silver-gray floor, his body shivering, and the large burn mark on his back healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, with wisps of steam continuously dispersing from the wound.

The pain, like tearing open the skin repeatedly, made Yang Ming keep growling lowly.

The flash of fire from the explosion of the anti-Mecha missile still flooded his mind.

Damn it!

These bastards!

These bastards from the New Federation!

Are they trying to kill the confidant of the Second Prince as a gift for the Third Prince?

"Lyu!"

Yang Ming gritted his teeth and shouted.

"Master," a slight flicker of light immediately appeared beside him, and Lyu's realistic holographic projection instantly took shape.

In the corridor, two tracked robots rushed over, carrying a first aid kit and a case of drinking water.