A lie requires a hundred lies to sustain.
Yang Ming finally realized the true essence of this saying.
Three days after the New Federation Agent elimination battle, about the event of him being attacked by missiles, three versions of lies had now surfaced:
High-tech bionic robot escaping;
An empty 'monster' hover vehicle;
And the most absurd one—blown up, but not dead.
The first lie was a tale Edwan told to the Old Emperor and also communicated to the Sherman Empire's intelligence department.
The second lie, was Yang Ming fooling Edwan and Gudun Mah.
The third lie was a masterpiece, currently ongoing, concocted by Edwan in an attempt to fool Miss Windsor.
Outside the isolation ward of this unremarkable hospital, Miss Windsor's eyes were brimming with tears as she gazed at Yang Ming on the hospital bed, biting her lower lip gently, unable to help but sigh softly.
"Thank you... Your Highness, thank you! Are his injuries severe?"
"No need to thank me, Miss Windsor."
