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Chapter 251 - Chapter 251 130 Federal Secret Agents

Chapter 251: 130 Federal Secret Agents Chapter 251: 130 Federal Secret Agents The young girl, with green light flickering in her eyes, advanced directly towards Yang Ming.

She bumped into several passersby, causing a few unfriendly remarks; yet she seemed utterly oblivious, her gaze fixed on Yang Ming.

The fruit knife concealed in her sleeve, the faint green glow in her eyes, and the barely perceptible insect-like aura around her…

gave Yang Ming every reason to get rid of her on the spot.

But Yang Ming couldn’t afford to cause trouble.

Especially not at this moment, attracting the attention of local police.

This was deep within the New Federation’s territory. Even with the Feinan at his disposal, he wasn’t confident he could escape unscathed.

The distance between them shrank to just a few meters.

Yang Ming suddenly quickened his pace, his face blossoming into a smile as he greeted the girl,

“Hi! What are you doing here?”

The girl’s expression remained unchanged, indifferent, cold, about to draw her knife.

Her movements were very slow.

An ordinary person?

In the interval between flickering lights, Yang Ming dashed forward.

The girl, ordinarily lacking in exercise, couldn’t mount any counterattack and collided firmly with Yang Ming.

Yang Ming wrapped her small frame into his embrace and pinned her hands behind her back in one smooth motion.

While she attempted to struggle, Yang Ming swiftly extracted the fruit knife from her sleeve and deftly wedged it into the crevice of a nearby sofa, holding her like lovers would.

Though now wasn’t the time to mention it… the girl’s figure was quite impressive.

She looked slim but was actually well-shaped.

A faint red light flickered in Yang Ming’s eyes.

The green glow faded from the girl’s eyes, and they filled with confusion, as if she had just awakened from a deep sleep, her body swaying unsteadily.

Yang Ming reacted quickly, exclaiming exaggeratedly,

“Oh! Darling! How on earth are you here? I never expected to run into you here! What a surprise! Have you had too much to drink?”

The girl became lethargic, her weight hanging on Yang Ming’s arm, about to nod off right there.

What was going on?

Yang Ming observed the reactions of those around him and noticed that most people averted their gaze, although a few security personnel at the entrance continued to watch them.

Yang Ming quickly made a decision, spotting a nearby sofa and carrying the girl over to it.

The girl fell into a deep sleep.

Yang Ming placed her in a dimly lit area, then adopted the posture of a couple in love, whispering close to her.

The security personnel gradually averted their gaze, continuing to scrutinize the guests coming and going.

What on earth was happening?

Yang Ming was slightly bewildered.

He had initially thought that she might be an evolved humanoid form of the Insect Race, planning to easily subdue her and then find a way to swiftly leave and destroy the insect threat.

But the girl was clearly an ordinary person.

Faced with Yang Ming’s sudden attack, she could not resist at all and even fell into unconsciousness…

At that moment, the unease in Yang Ming’s heart gradually subsided, and the insect-like aura around the girl mysteriously vanished.

What?

What scientific principle was this?

Text appeared on Yang Ming’s glasses. Lyu had searched the network for information on the girl.

Hera, 26 years old (Galaxy Calendar), graduate student at Aurelio Third University, specializing in bioinformatics. Her father was the renowned New Federation biologist Nardo.

Her research focus…

Published papers…

Yang Ming instantly fell into greater confusion.

What was the situation?

Could the Insect Race have evolved to control ordinary humans? That seemed too far-fetched.

Lyu’s message popped up in front of Yang Ming.

[Boss, her brainwaves were odd earlier, completely different from normal humans, but now they’re very regular.]

[An interesting specimen, Boss, she might have had contact with the Space Insect Race.]

[The Insect Race might evolve to have mental control capabilities… but, Boss, it doesn’t make sense. The Insect Race functions like a collective organism with a shared brain; they aren’t likely to develop the neural structure needed for this ability.]

Yang Ming tapped his glasses, signaling Lyu to stop the textual chatter.

He could barely see his surroundings!

Yang Ming gazed at the girl cradled in his arms, her long eyelashes quivering in deep sleep, exuding a serene, sweet aura.

Upon a closer look, she was indeed a little beauty.

Also, though she was 26, she appeared younger.

While advanced cosmetic technology might have been employed, another possibility occurred to Yang Ming.

She had been in contact with the Insect Race.

Yang Ming felt compelled to understand what had just happened.

A server passed by.

Yang Ming smiled, ordered a drink and an ice-cold beverage, and swiped his payment card on the server’s badge to successfully pay.

Once the server left, Yang Ming sipped his colorful drink and splashed the iced beverage onto the girl’s face.

The girl shivered all over, instantly on the verge of opening her eyes.

Yang Ming nonchalantly shifted aside, crossing his legs, sipping his drink slowly.

…

The blaring music,

The swaying crowds everywhere,

The seemingly random lighting.

Hera opened her eyes, bewilderedly surveying her surroundings.

What had happened seemed like a dream.

After getting home from work, she was making dinner, planning to fill her stomach with those slightly flavorful organic foods, then watch an old movie to let her tired brain fully relax.

Suddenly, she heard a ‘buzzing’ sound, like the noise made by a large insect flapping its wings.

Then, she became dazed and confused.

The whole scenario felt like a dream as she uncontrollably picked up the fruit knife, left her villa in her loungewear and slippers, and drove toward some part of the city.