"Alright," Yang Ming nodded.
Atro, who had calculated that Yang Ming would definitely refuse, had his expression freeze in an instant.
Yang Ming smiled and patted Atro on the shoulder, "Just kidding, I don't need you to act, watch me."
With that, Yang Ming pressed twice on his neck and a thin membrane similar to a spacesuit appeared all over his body, turning him into a translucent image, just like a ghost.
As the six of them watched on, Yang Ming flipped into the manor. He landed without a sound, utilized the covers around the manor, and crept forward.
Revelle whispered, "Are we, just going to wait here stupidly?"
"Earl, you own your own fleet and have also participated in the extermination battles against the Insect Race, right?" Atro asked softly.
"Yes, what about it?"
Atro smiled, "Do you think he, who can directly take down a Fourth Rank queen, will have trouble dealing with these ordinary guards?"
