Abyss Solo

Chapter 72: 044 Ordinary Merchant

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The figures of two men and a woman suddenly appeared before Kolev.

The woman, in a slit dress, had her arms locked by a burly man in a black trench coat behind her, covering her mouth.

Another slightly smaller man was gripping her neck with both hands, trying to induce mechanical asphyxiation.

The woman’s beautiful face flushed crimson.

Her soft, untrained body couldn’t offer any effective resistance.

But at that moment, there was a faint noise nearby. She and the two men shifted their gazes and saw… Kolev, who had just finished disposing of food waste.

A glimmer of hope ignited in her eyes, and she kept making muffled cries.

“Oh, a simple murder attempt.”

Kolev pondered for two seconds.

He was considering what reaction an ordinary old man might have upon seeing this scene.

The smaller man released the woman’s neck and quickly approached Kolev, his eyes fierce.

Kolev immediately made a decision, his eyes losing focus, and he tapped the ground quickly with his cane. His short, frail, and aged body posed no threat to the two attackers.

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The small man accelerated forward, leaping half a step, and swung his fist fiercely at Kolev’s nose!

Ha, such a crude probing.

Kolev deduced that this young man was likely doing such dirty work for the first time. Beneath that seemingly fierce expression was tension and unease. Previously, this person probably wasn’t a thug or a crook, so as long as Kolev remained calm and pretended to be blind, the younger man’s fist would likely stop…

Bang!

Kolev staggered and fell, his vision fading in and out, struggling to breathe.

The young man who struck him gulped, looking at the now-incapacitated old man, his nostrils slightly flaring, whispering in Imperial Language:

“It’s all for my country.”

“I’m willing to bear the sins for it.”

“I’m willing to bear the sins for it!”

The man clenched his fist, ready to press down on Kolev’s neck!

Suddenly,

“Uncle Haton? Are you inside?”

Yang Ming’s voice echoed from outside the door.

Kolev was still a bit dizzy, his mind muddled, unable to respond promptly.

The two attackers exchanged a glance, seeing the tension in each other’s eyes. The automatic sliding door, blocked by a mop, was showing signs of being pulled open.

The low-quality mop stick was beginning to bend!

The woman, with her mouth covered, struggled fiercely, making a series of muffled sounds.

The burly man behind her couldn’t help but roar in a low voice: “Why did this involve so many people!”

“I’ll handle the one outside, you keep her down!”

The small man who had struck Kolev instantly darted to the bathroom door.

Kolev finally regained some clarity, raising his head to look at the attackers’ backs, his nostrils flaring slightly, and shouted:

“Damn it! I’m going to die!”

Bang!

The bathroom’s automatic door was kicked open by Yang Ming!

The attacker who just arrived at the door, along with the alloy door panel, was sent flying backward, his waist slamming hard into the wash basin two meters behind.

Yang Ming charged into the bathroom like a cheetah!

The burly man’s expression changed drastically, ready to throw the woman aside to counterattack, but Yang Ming’s speed left him unable to react.

A chop slammed into the burly man’s neck, making his eyes roll back as he toppled forward, pressing the woman to the ground.

Fortunately, his neck didn’t suffer mechanical deformation.

——Yang Ming had expertly controlled his strength.

“Are you alright, Uncle Haton?”

Yang Ming turned to look at Kolev, whose nose was bleeding profusely.

Kolev held his nose, supporting himself with the cane, and wobbled to his feet, angrily heading to the wash basin, raising his cane with gritted teeth and cursing:

“No one has ever dared to hit my nose! Never!”

Then, with his cane, he fiercely whipped the man before him.

Yang Ming sighed in relief.

The old man seemed just fine.

“Uncle Haton! How’s your injury?”

Yang Ming didn’t look at the continuously struggling woman. Instead, he supported Kolev, speaking quickly into his ear:

“That’s enough, stop hitting, now you need to act like a victim!”

He immediately shouted outside the door:

“Somebody help! Save us! There are two thugs attacking us here!”

Kolev blinked, immediately leaning against Yang Ming’s arm, letting out groans.

“I’m ruined, oh, my brain’s been jolted… I’m definitely going to sue this cruise line, their security is as crappy as dirt.”

Yang Ming glanced at the woman with the edge of his vision, she still hadn’t managed to escape from the burly man’s “embrace.” She lay there, panting, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

Spy? Agent?

Yang Ming couldn’t help but think of the chaotic situation in the Luofeng Empire nowadays.

But he didn’t make any further moves at this moment.

Classmate Little Lyu had already piloted the Feinan ship two Galaxy Days ago, arriving at the outskirts of Luofeng’s Head Star, and was currently gathering regional information rapidly through the satellite network enveloping the Administrative Star.

Before receiving Lyu’s report and understanding how to maximize his interests, Yang Ming didn’t want to get involved in any strange events.

Several crew members rushed in one after another.

A small commotion ensued.

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Before the cruise ship reached the Head Star of the Luofeng Empire, two hundred-meter-level standard patrol ships intercepted the cruise ship, and two teams of men and women in white uniforms swiftly controlled the ship’s front area.

Yang Ming and Kolev, who had already coordinated their statements, were summoned for questioning.

Yang Ming wore an innocent expression.

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