Daphne gently frowned.
Yang Ming had already lowered his head, focused on the game interface.
Daphne returned to her seat, Captain Griss stretched lazily, yawned broadly, and wandered over, looking down at Yang Ming playing a game for a bit.
"You have areas you're not good at too, huh," Griss casually found a topic, "Mind if I ask, with all the livestreaming and building momentum, how do you plan to wrap this up later?"
"Depends on how His Highness the Prince performs."
Yang Ming calmly replied, "Griss, how do you think things will end today?"
"Well, it's hard to guess, there are too many mysteries surrounding you. It's a miracle that the Empire can tolerate you until now, without taking you in for dissection."
Yang Ming simply explained, "A major factor is that the true elite tiers of the Empire dare not offend those above me."
"Those above you? Who?"
