127 Respond to Me, Enemy

What could an agricultural planet possibly have?

Beautiful towns with at most tens of thousands of permanent residents, endless fully mechanized farms, sightseeing bubble ships slowly drifting overhead now and then, and that huge billboard next to the wheat field.

On the billboard, large slogans were written:

Ram Star, the Star of Relaxation.

A black and white police hovercar was parked under this billboard.

Inside the car, explosive music played as the middle-aged officer in the driver's seat swayed his broad waist to the rhythm. The young cop in the passenger seat wore a look of utter despair, facing an early retirement decades ahead.

This was the scene Yang Ming was witnessing at the moment.

Yang Ming sat in a sightseeing bubble ship, floating five or six meters above the ground, enjoying unobstructed views of the scenery from all angles.

His eyes were on that police car.