Yang Ming shouldered the tactical backpack, securing the laser gun, the Light Sword, and the Emergency Shield Generator.
He pushed open the exit left by the shipping container. Outside was a light blue hover motorcycle, fitted with several dark cannon barrels in front and back, and a small, sixteen-barreled vertical launch unit at the rear.
Yang Ming turned to Lyu and winked.
"I've never fought in such a well-equipped battle."
"Oh, Father! You need to seriously reconsider this crazy plan!"
Lyu still wanted to say something, but Yang Ming had already nimbly leaped onto the hover motorcycle.
A semi-circular protective shield enveloped Yang Ming; the hover motorcycle roared a few times and swiftly exited the warehouse, diving into the gray night of the Space Port.
Lyu stood there for a long time, then sighed a bit dejectedly, closed the small door of the container, and sat back on the small stool in the corner.
The next half hour was excruciating for Lyu.
