The Real Daughter Just Wants to Pilot Mechas - Chapter 170

“Let me go!” The President struggled hard. His peripheral vision caught the live stream screen on top of Yan Yunkui’s head and suddenly he stopped struggling. “Listen to me, I’ve been framed! I had no idea about this! The Federation is in a state of crisis! Someone is trying to create chaos and benefit from it. Please, everyone, don’t fall for it!”

His tone was sincere and moving, if you ignored the countdown to escape flashing right in front of him.

Yan Yunkui wasn’t swayed. Although he noticed the previously unmovable President had suddenly become oddly compliant, he didn’t loosen his grip. At the same time, he gave the live stream a new explosive title with a mental command.

[Federation Grand Hotel: Click to Watch the President Get Tackled by Two Heroes!]

The President had no idea what Yan Yunkui was doing and continued pleading his innocence earnestly. Jiang Momo grabbed a steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth. Then she glanced at the stream title and shot Yan Yunkui a look.

Yan Yunkui chuckled. “This will get more traffic.”

He also casually turned on the stream’s donation function.

As he predicted, the stream was soon flooded with viewers and comments flew across the screen.

[The whole Federation’s falling apart and this streamer’s still cashing in with human-meat buns. Have you no conscience? No moral—wait, holy crap! That’s actually the idiot President?!]

[I’ve been staking out the Presidential Palace for three days and the guy’s actually living it up at a hotel?! Then who the hell is that figure by the office window?!]

[Where are the enforcement agencies?! Arrest him already!]

[This has to be a death sentence, right? No way this isn’t death penalty material! Do you know how many people die every year in the Border Star System because of this scumbag?]

[Who are these two heroes holding him down? Why aren’t they showing their faces?]

[News says the President ordered Jiang Momo’s assassination. Don’t tell me he faked the entire port attack too?]

On the live stream screen, gift effects overlapped chaotically as the bullet comments flooded in faster and faster, soon reaching a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow. Jiang Momo and Yan Yunkui ignored the audience’s demands to show their faces and continued holding the President down with all their strength. Soon, law enforcement officers rushed in and took the President away.

“Aren’t we supposed to assist with the investigation?” Yan Yunkui asked just before they left, seeing that none of them paid him or Jiang Momo any attention.

“Not necessary,” one officer replied without even turning his head.

The door closed, leaving only Yan Yunkui, Jiang Momo, and a large table full of food in the room.

Yan Yunkui sat down and stuffed several mouthfuls of food into his mouth, finally starting to calm down. “Thinking about it, this was all too coincidental. The light brain’s privacy system has never had an issue before. The probability of all these things happening in sequence is so low I’m starting to wonder, could it be that the two of us being part of this was also part of the plan?”

“Impossible…”

Jiang Momo started to reassure him, but Little Eight’s cool voice cut in, [What good is being this sharp only after it’s all over?]

“What do you mean?” Jiang Momo immediately turned away from Yan Yunkui, silently asking, her brows slightly furrowed.

[Didn’t we talk about waiting for the right time to release the evidence? Recently, I detected an account secretly trying to decrypt classified info. I kept an eye on it and found out he was one of the President’s spies. So I leaked a bit of info about the Yan family to him and dropped a hint that Yan Yunkui is Yan Chang’s close confidant.]

Little Eight lazily licked its paw.

[The President’s danger detection and escape system is top-tier, it has a fast reaction and is highly sensitive. If we didn’t lure him out, once the info went public, it would’ve been almost impossible to catch him. With his skills, clearing his name would just be a matter of time.]

“What about the Jiang family?” Jiang Momo suddenly remembered the Jiang family members who had just left and became a bit worried. What if they managed to escape?

[The moment the news broke, they were caught. They had just walked out of the hotel by then,] Little Eight replied.

Jiang Momo relaxed. “Good.”

Yan Yunkui waited for Jiang Momo to say something else, but when she stayed silent, he leaned over behind her and waved. “What are you thinking about? Scared? It’s my bad. I didn’t think it would turn out like this either. Please don’t rat me out to Yan Chang. I’m still hoping he’ll make up for the deficit at the end of the year.”

Right then, a message popped up on Jiang Momo’s light brain. It was from E Mingjun.

[E Mingjun]: I secured the production line. Is everything smooth on your end?

“Oh, you had business to take care of today? Then you should go, don’t let me hold you up,” Yan Yunkui said, glancing at the message. But the moment he saw Jiang Momo’s dark eyes, he froze.

A wire seemed to snap into place in his mind. Suddenly, everything became clear. A possibility occurred to him. What if the ‘secured production line’ mentioned in the message from E Mingjun… was the Jiang family’s production line?

Yan Yunkui’s legs gave out and he collapsed into a chair.

Jiang Momo, confused by his reaction, looked down at him.

Yan Yunkui shivered, didn’t dare lift his head, and blurted out, “I won’t say a word! I swear! Please don’t silence me!”

Dear heavens, how did he never notice before that Jiang Momo was the type to scheme a sitting President to death?! Just how deep was that grudge?!