"Can we talk?" Bryant asked.
"Of course, my assistant has already taken control here."
"Oh, Master!"
Bryant bent his knees and knelt down directly:
"Your servant offers you the highest respect! The decaying Empire is about to crumble under your planning! It is a heroic feat that occurs once in ten thousand years!"
Yang Ming rolled his eyes and said calmly: "Stand up and speak... Did they send you here to control this General Yang Ming?"
"Yes, Master," Bryant smiled, "They are very dissatisfied and vigilant about the rapid development of the Wind Alliance."
"Come over and sit down for a chat."
Yang Ming sighed sadly:
"Now I am a bit troubled, as I can't expose you, and I don't want to follow them either.
"What's the situation over at the Guel Alliance?"
"Master, I suggest you feign illness... I'll say later that your brain has an auxiliary combat chip implanted, and you are a half-mechanical transformed person."
Bryant laughed:
