Yang Ming calmly watched the scene.
Although everything here was ordered by him, he didn't feel very involved.
The battleship docked and steadied, and the 'crew' onboard received orders to rest on the spot. The Thought Bodies returned to the affiliated Dark City to grab a drink with acquaintances or find a nice place to eat, or perhaps satisfy some physiological needs.
Just as Yang Ming stepped out of the battleship's bow, Mimili, who had been waiting for a long time with a flight pack, rushed up and embraced him tightly through two layers of space suits.
"You scared me! Uncle!"
"I thought you would lose to the Sherman Empire!"
"Why not use the Dark Star fleet? The Wind's fleet compared to theirs is like a baby!"
Yang Ming laughed, patting her back and taking some liberties.
"Relax, everything was calculated by Lyu, wasn't this a victory?"
Yang Ming spoke gently, pulling her into his embrace and they sat in the shuttle craft waiting nearby.
