Damn!
The New Federation was raising insects!
In the taxi that had turned around, heading back the way it came, Yang Ming clutched his stomach and groaned softly.
The driver kept glancing at Yang Ming, worried that this passenger might soil his beloved car.
The driver gave a dry laugh, "Yeah, you can't go soaking in hot springs with diarrhea, even if there's mixed bathing... Hang in there! You've got this, young man! I'll take you to the nearest toilet!"
Yang Ming forced a smile, yet lines of text appeared on his glasses.
Clearly, Lyu was also frightened by the intelligence Yang Ming had sent back.
[Insects? Are they really the Insect Race, boss? The Space Worm Clan with collective evolutionary abilities?]
[Has the New Federation gone mad? They're actually doing this in secret!]
