Flowers, applause, bustling crowds, and beautiful women blowing mad kisses.
Yang Ming, just leaving the hospital, truly enjoyed the treatment of a hero.
However... weren't these reporters' questions somewhat, a little... structurally lacking in synaptic neuron branches?
"Major, can you share your thoughts?"
Thoughts on what matter?
"Major, will you join the Sherman Empire's forces to have a decisive battle with the New Federation's fleet?"
Anyone with a bit of military knowledge!
"Can you talk about what it feels like to be hit by a missile?"
Yang Ming almost pinned the reporter to the ground and punched him, asking what it felt like to be hit by a fist.
Fortunately, the guard arranged by Edwan pulled Yang Ming away in time.
Edwan arranged a new place for Yang Ming to stay, but Yang Ming tactfully declined.
