Romantic Young Master [Complete] - 36

Chapter 59◆Preparing to Rescue Her

I thought I should use this last bit of time to cultivate Hua Feng's virginity, regardless of whether she's menstruating. Consuming her is the only way to go; only by swallowing her can I truly feel at ease. Adding Hua Xiu's virgin treasure that has returned, it would be a perfect, complete victory.

The thought arose instantly, and my manhood moved naturally, slightly changing direction, and I reached Hua Feng's hymen. Because she wanted to please me in every way, Hua Feng had already expelled the filth from her flower path through her internal energy. Even the constantly producing menstrual blood was forced back into her uterus by Hua Feng's internal energy, so as not to spoil my, the master's, interest by causing the filth from her anus to flow out during our subsequent encounter.

To save time, I didn't hesitate much, and after a few moments of hesitation, I thrust in, all the way in.

At 25, Hanafū's body was undeniably sexy and mature. Coupled with a series of erotic scenes that rivaled the main act, Hanafū, who had experienced multiple orgasms, was already overflowing with desire. Her vaginal canal was overflowing with fluids. So, despite the size and strength of my penis and the tightness of her vaginal canal, with the help of lubricant, I easily reached the base of her vulva. Before she could even feel the pain of deflowering, my fierce penis sent her to the peak of ecstasy. The gushing, surging fluids were the best proof, but the already ample space was suddenly overflowing, as if a hydraulic system had squeezed my penis, like a thousand-pound jack, out an inch.

However, in the throes of orgasm, Hanafū's brain was temporarily shut down, but her limbs clung tightly to me. The pressure of her nails against my back proved that Hanafū was experiencing extreme pleasure, and also proved that all the flower ninjas were very sensitive and easily reached orgasm. I don't know if this was due to the techniques I had arranged for them, or if these Japanese women were simply born with a seductive and wanton nature. Regardless, this saved me a great deal of time. Yes! Otherwise, in such a short time, to make each of these hundred-plus beauties experience at least three orgasms, I would have to work tirelessly for days and nights. But I've already done it to them all three times today, and if I had more time, I believe I could make them all enjoy themselves again before midnight.

At this moment, being proud and arrogant, I naturally couldn't lose face in front of my defeated opponents. With just a gentle push, I thrust all the way in, not only making her juices flow back and penetrate her uterus, but also causing Hua Feng's entire body to slide back halfway. Now she's like a whole lamb stuck on an iron rod, waiting to be roasted, completely at my mercy.

Of course, it's worth mentioning that several flower ninjas were still diligently serving me behind me. Although they had all been exhausted by me before, their bodies limp and powerless, they still managed to muster the energy to tease me from behind, especially using their nimble tongues to take turns attacking my sensitive anus. They knew my particular preferences, and making their master happy seemed to be their greatest joy and everything.

To be honest, while this extreme stimulation was very enjoyable, enduring wave after wave of intense pleasure required immense self-control; otherwise, I could easily lose control and ejaculate prematurely. I didn't want to be a "man who does it multiple times a night"; I only wanted to be a "woman who does it multiple times a night," which was beneficial to my body and my "male supremacy and virility."

Mmm! So good! I could barely withstand the combined assault of the Flower Fairy and Flower Enchantress, not to mention the Flower Demon and Flower Spirit sucking and nibbling at my buttocks, and the Flower Goddess playing with my testicles… Ah… and several other female demons were scratching and devouring my other genitals… I felt like Tang Sanzang's flesh in the mouths of demons… But I was also keenly aware that countless men in the world would fight tooth and nail to take my place, even unto death… Yet, in the eyes of my countrymen, I was shamelessly and excessively lewdly defiling these Japanese beauties' wanton parts, bringing glory to the nation, bringing glory to men…

I couldn't take it anymore… I was about to lose control…

I quickly pushed the women away; I didn't want it to end before the Flower Show arrived.

I panted heavily, trying hard to control my ejaculation…

This forced restraint was quite tiring; it seems pleasure comes at a price!

But I liked this hardship, this pleasure!

Adjusting my blood and position reduced my lust and impulse considerably. Then, with a catapult launch, I soared into the air amidst a flurry of blossoms, detached from the surrounding beauties, and landed in the hot spring pool. There were no tumbling, no spinning, and the splashing wasn't particularly impressive, but the difficulty was considerable: over a hundred rapid thrusts in mid-air, changing positions three times before landing, all completed in less than three seconds of flight.

I came into the water only because of the sticky sweat and the saliva, saliva, and other bodily fluids they left behind. However, I didn't like the temperature of the hot spring water. Although it wasn't very hot, and it was a cool September, it was still too uncomfortable for someone like me, especially during what I was doing. While I wasn't sweating buckets, it was the time when a man is least afraid of the cold, so I preferred cool water. This also shows that I haven't yet reached the point of being impervious to heat; there's still room for improvement. If I could reach a point where I wasn't afraid of high temperatures, and could even directly absorb heat from high temperatures and convert it into my own energy, that would be another level altogether.

As soon as I activated my "Ice Freezing" technique, the warm hot spring water instantly turned icy cold. Having experience using it at sea, I wasn't about to freeze the water and freeze myself and Huafeng.

The icy water immediately took away a large amount of heat I had released, making me feel incredibly comfortable, and the mandarin ducks playing in the water became even more fun.

However, while other mandarin ducks are paired, one male and one female, here I had one male and many females. Well, it seems that describing humans as animals is inappropriate; this is more like a debauched royal harem. When the other flower ninjas also flew into the pool, the thought that "would I seriously disrupt the balance of the male-to-female ratio in the human race?" flashed through my mind for a moment before being thrown to the back of my mind. I immediately plunged into the boundless tide of lust, giving full play to my innate human instincts, because such a romantic encounter was too rare.

And so, the beautiful flower ninjas, displaying their ability to remain submerged for extended periods without breathing, continued to surround me, like fish vying for bait. Their focus, naturally, was on my most sensitive and pleasurable areas. Damn! These greedy little devils, it was fucking awesome!! I even submerged my entire body in the water. By

the time Hana-shu came to me, bowing and reporting, I was already comfortably lying in Amaterasu's spacious bedroom, surrounded by the naked, fragrant flesh of the flower ninjas, their white bodies gleaming in the room. My towering erection stood straight amidst the many delicate hands, causing Hana-shu, who was reporting, to steal glances. Her speech slowed considerably, eventually becoming somewhat stammering, causing the flower ninjas to burst into laughter. Hana-shu blushed with embarrassment, looking incredibly cute and alluring.

However, I also understood why Hana-shu had taken so long to return.

Uncle Shi's family and his subordinates were imprisoned in seven different locations, even Uncle Shi's family wasn't in one place. Uncle Shi was imprisoned alone on a secret island in Hokkaido. When Hua Xiu returned, Uncle Shi was still being tortured, but he hadn't confessed yet, and it was unknown how long he could hold out.

I was furious and about to get up to do something, but then I remembered that I didn't have any clothes with me (the clothes I left at Baihuayuan were covered in obscene stains), and Hua Sao, Hua Xian, and Hua Rao had already gone down to prepare clothes for me. Seeing that they had left my detection area, it was clear that they were making some big preparations. I would just wait quietly for a while.

"Hua Xiu! You haven't eaten all day, have you? Go and get some food!" Then I beckoned Hua Xiu to come forward.

"Yes, Lord!" Hua Xiu seemed to have abandoned her shyness, and generously and naturally took off her tight and alluring ninja outfit. The fact that she had nothing underneath made me even more eager to swallow this last dessert. I saw her step over the group of Hua Ninjas naked and come to me. Just as she was about to kneel down again, I grabbed her and pulled her into my arms. While attacking her breasts and buttocks, I also sealed her fragrant lips with mine.

Hana-shu obediently extended her fragrant tongue and gave me a wet kiss. Especially when her little hands made room for others, they groped for my huge treasure. Her technique was a bit clumsy, but it was novel, and gradually it made me feel very good. At the same time, I was also suppressing a burst of anger, so I could only vent it on Hana-shu for the time being. Therefore, I inevitably went a little too hard. I still prefer the real moans of Japanese beauties, rather than the deliberate performances of AV actresses.

So, accompanied by Hana-shu's moans that sounded like pain and pleasure, her breasts and the tender flesh of her buttocks changed into various shapes under my wanton ravaging. If it were an ordinary woman, she would have screamed, begged for mercy, or resisted long ago. Unfortunately, she was Hana-shu, one of the many members of the Flower Ninja who had undergone special training and cultivation to possess special abilities. Moreover, I was the master who decided her fate. So, regrettably, I did not see the "screams, begging for mercy, and resistance" that I wanted to see, and much of the sadistic pleasure was missing. However, Hana's moans were still quite pleasant, no less so than the other Hana Shinobu's. I also discovered that Hana also had a tendency to enjoy being abused, which aligns with most people's perception of Japanese women.

Sure enough, under my vigorous and forceful ministrations, Hana quickly reached orgasm, her gushing desire wetting my thighs.

"Damn! Now I have to take a shower again!" I reached down and touched her a few times, only to find my entire right hand was soaking wet. Plus, she had a small tuft of pubic hair, making it extremely unpleasant to touch her while she was wet. Unlike most flower ninjas who, knowing I prefer "white tigers" (shaved pubic hair), either shave it all off or simply don't grow any, she didn't know how to cater to my tastes. Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal, but I was in such a bad mood, and she just happened to walk right into my trap. Moreover, on the other hand, a woman who doesn't have a clear advantage (compared to the more outstanding flower ninjas) and doesn't know how to express her feelings for a man in such fierce competition can only mean she doesn't have the heart, or at least isn't attentive, considerate, or caring enough. Compared to other outstanding, beautiful, and understanding women, her impression on me naturally diminished significantly. At this moment, I secretly decided to adopt two different attitudes towards the various flower ninjas; favoritism was no longer my fault.

The result of being in a bad mood and being able to vent without any consequences was that I ruthlessly broke through Hua Xiu's hymen, brutally thrusting into her while simultaneously plucking out her pubic hair.

Damn it! How dare you touch my family! I'll fuck you to death, you little Japanese! I'll fuck you so hard you can't get out of bed! I'll fuck you! I'll fuck you...

Now, it should be said that I've truly raped them all!

The beautiful women in the room were terrified, their faces pale with fear, but no one dared to stop me.

It wasn't until a strange spacecraft, resembling both a car and a spaceship from a science fiction movie, appeared in my field of vision that I came to my senses in surprise.

Hua Sao was piloting the spacecraft, and Hua Xian and Hua Rao sat in the back seat, which resembled a bed. They were holding a set of black men's clothing, shoes, and socks that would fit me, as well as a silver metal box, but they were still completely naked. Inside the silver metal box, a device resembling an electronic instrument or equipment worn on the arm was neatly concealed. Other items included sunglasses, headphones, and a mobile phone, likely accessories to the armband. The intricate details within the sunglasses indicated it wasn't just for eye protection; the purpose of the rest of the items was irrelevant (they would explain later). The black aircraft, arriving at high speed from the direction of the strange feeling I'd sensed that morning, lacked the exhaust plumes of a fighter jet and appeared even more eerie and mysterious in the darkness. The aircraft's propulsion system was clearly not of Earth's origin and comprised only one-tenth of the entire system. The four black wheels were what made it resemble a car—and that was only in appearance. The small, delicate steering wheel that Hua Sao was piloting resembled an airplane joystick, and its function was indeed similar, allowing it to climb and descend, enabling it to skim along the mountainside. The various complex and advanced instrument screens further confirmed that Hua Sao was indeed piloting an aircraft from another civilization.

At this moment, Hua Xiu's lower body had been ravaged by me, becoming red and swollen beyond recognition. Her once tender pubic hair had been completely plucked out, leaving only fresh blood, both from the outside and inside, a scene of utter devastation! Did I do this? I was shocked! But the undeniable fact that I had also grabbed Hua Xiu's full breasts, leaving them bruised and purple, was right in front of me, and all around me were the terrified and uncertain Hua Xiu beauties kneeling on the ground. Was I really so cruel and brutal? Fortunately, I had the courage to admit my mistakes, and since they were all my little darlings, I hugged Hua Xiu tightly and apologized in Japanese with a mix of guilt and shame: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!! Darling! I'm so sorry! I..."

Before I could finish apologizing, Hua Xiu covered my mouth with her small hand, and said excitedly and happily in Mandarin: "My Lord! No need to apologize! The fact that this lowly Xiu Nu was able to vent your displeasure shows that you don't consider me an outsider. I'm so happy! All the Hua Ninjas throughout history have been honored to serve you! Please don't mind, my Lord! You can do anything to me, as long as you're happy..." Then, all the beautiful Hua Ninjas present echoed her sentiments, and several of them even demonstrated their point by licking and sucking the bloody filth off my precious treasure.

I was speechless. It seems the brainwashing I did on their ancestors was incredibly powerful and successful! They can still do this in modern society; I'm almost impressed with myself. Perhaps only Japanese women could pull this off. Haha! But I really went too far just now. An ordinary woman might have killed someone. Luckily, I only used my "big treasure" to wreak havoc, otherwise… I should be more careful to control my emotions in the future. Thankfully, they didn't blame me; I almost became a womanizer.

Meanwhile, the high-speed flying vehicle had reached the forbidden area, slowed down, landed, and smoothly stopped in front of "Love Star House" in one go, like an alien spaceship from a science fiction movie.

But its exterior was just an ordinary black Mercedes-Benz, except the back door couldn't be opened, suggesting a very tight seal. The door handles were fake, there was no trunk, and the rearview mirrors, Mercedes logo, and license plate seemed to be retractable or flip-up—everything seemed designed to reduce air friction for high-speed flight. Upon landing, it can transform into similar car models from other brands; this is probably its transformation function, used to confuse those with ulterior motives and evade tracking.

The naked Hua Shao, Hua Xian, and Hua Rao headed straight for the bedroom after exiting the aircraft. However, while Hua Xian carried clothes, Hua Rao, carrying a metal box, was actually carrying a folder filled with documents in various languages awaiting signature. Were they for me to sign?

Despite my anticipation, I gently used my qi to heal Hua Xiu's wounds, but my plan to explore her other erogenous zones and finally release my pent-up desire was thwarted. Fortunately, the resources were plentiful, so I didn't mind. I pulled over Hua Jiao and Hua Mei, two stunning beauties with devilish figures, and vigorously played with them, hoping to quickly release my lust.

Then, while playing, they listened to Hua Sao's report. It turned out that the thick stack of documents she brought were mostly property transfer documents, totaling a whopping 1623. There were 498 ownership transfer documents for various holding companies of all sizes, with total assets reaching a staggering $1 trillion; 672 transfer documents for various stocks, (national) bonds, and gold ownership, with total assets of approximately $512 billion; and a staggering 334 transfer documents for real estate, villas, mansions, farms, islands, forests, lakes, rivers, mountains, and swamps scattered around the world. This included 17 private universities and secondary schools (mostly in Japan), 5 laboratories (two other secret laboratories hidden deep underground in the mountains lacked legal documentation), 3 racetracks, 19 European-style castles (mostly in Europe), 6 private museums, 14 hospitals, and even several deserts in Africa and the Americas (probably producing diamonds or oil). Even this conservatively estimated value was around $200 billion, not including un-estimated artworks, antiques, diamonds, jewelry, and various collections, such as the various gems piled up at the bottom of this forbidden lake. The value of the items is incalculable. For example, there's the Amaterasu statue that emits a strange glow at night, the legendary luminous pearl, a diamond as large as a stone table, unknown gems and metals, not to mention the products of extraterrestrial civilizations. Of the remaining 119 documents, 114 concern private luxury jets, yachts, cruise ships, luxury cars (including Formula One cars), famous paintings (only those acquired through auctions), antique jewelry (most of which were also acquired through auctions and listed on the property register), hot air balloons, foundations, clubs, sports teams, and other miscellaneous items, valued at $13 billion. This was probably just the valuation at the time of acquisition; since then, some of these items have appreciated while others have depreciated. For example, sports teams, famous paintings, and antique jewelry have appreciated, while jets, cruise ships, and yachts have depreciated. Of the other 5 documents, 4 are not legal documents but rather resemble military orders on the battlefield or corporate administrative directives. However, looking at the aged paper and the writing on it, I realized it was my handwriting—documents that have survived for thousands of years. Two documents are orders to lift restrictions: one regarding the immediate lifting of restrictions on Hua Ren and her group's use of alien technology, and the other regarding the lifting of restrictions on interfering with human history and the development of civilization. Of course, the extent of such interference must be determined by me. The other two documents are: one is an order to officially launch a network game developed according to my requirements, since there isn't a truly meaningful network game in the world in 1996; the other is an order to "save the Earth," focusing on preventing a major catastrophe that will occur in 2003, for which all power can be used. Currently, only technological and mystical powers can be used to enhance our strength. The last legally binding document is my authorization for Hua Ren and her group to manage all my property and resources. The attachment to this document, or rather the original manuscript, is in my handwriting, apparently written a thousand years ago. I only printed it separately to avoid shock and for legal effect, using 15 official languages and notarizing it. It takes effect immediately upon signature.

Wow! I have to sign 1623 documents, which means copying my own name 1623 times! It wasn't actually that much, much less than what teachers nowadays make students copy texts several times, even ten or twenty times, just to make things easier for themselves. But I only had one pen, and I was currently with beautiful women. A man can't just stop halfway through or do something else while doing this.

So, the result was that I continued to seduce the beauties while signing their backs, buttocks, or bellies. I believe I signed more names today than I did in the previous ten years combined. My signature skills should have improved significantly by today, and I doubt anyone else in the world practices signing on beautiful women like I do. How erotic! It even amplified my impulse and desire. Seeing the documents handed to me by the beauties, and then writing on their fair skin, making them both itchy and wanting to laugh, was truly amusing!

After signing at least ten documents on each of the beauties, I roughly understood the sensitivity of each woman's body. The most mischievous thing was that I loved signing my name near their vulvas, so every document was stained with their bodily fluids, especially their sweet spring water. Alas! It's a pity their virginity was wasted, unable to be properly utilized.

After I finally finished signing, I finally ejaculated with ecstasy, but instead of favoring any particular beauty, I used a more even distribution, spraying my semen into the air. It's hard to imagine what it felt like to have so many stunning beauties kneeling naked together, necks outstretched, eyes languidly caressing their breasts and vulvas, mouths agape in a coquettish yet seductive manner, some even sticking out their tongues to eagerly receive my semen! Even more unbelievable was that all of them—no! Every one of the beautiful ninjas present, except for Hua Xiu, wore a seemingly jeweled and dazzling necklace. However, the mere fact that they were leashed with dog chains completely changed their meaning, transforming them from noble to lewd. Coupled with their postures, movements, and expressions, I even suspected they were beautiful female dogs that I had trained and raised for a long time.

Naturally, I wouldn't be stingy with my essence for these "starving" female dog pets, but it seemed impossible to satisfy them all! At most, I could only use my strength to ensure that each of them got a taste. Watching the white liquid gushing out from my "big treasure," splashing and dripping onto their beautiful and delicate faces, into their mouths, and seeing them licking the stray bits from their lips with their tongues, even licking and sucking from other people's faces, even Hua Xiu, who was still in pain, was no exception, this scene made me begin to believe that the thick fluid gushing from my own genitals might be the most delicious thing in the world, otherwise, how could it be so? Even after they finished ejaculating, my precious little darling was not only licked clean, but they seemed unwilling to stop, wanting to suck out every last drop of my essence—more like a group of demons who had been thirsty for a thousand years.

However, the joy and excitement of suddenly acquiring such immense wealth didn't make me ecstatic or leave me bewildered. It felt like this enormous, awe-inspiring riches were far less important to me than these beautiful women before me. Yes! Beautiful female dogs of their caliber, possessing immense strength, intelligence, and unwavering loyalty, couldn't be bought with vast sums of money. Their own qualities made wealth insignificant, especially considering their sheer number. I could only be thankful that I was incredibly lucky! This feeling was what gave me that ecstatic, exhilarating feeling.

At this point, I couldn't help but wonder if I was living in a blissfully sensual dream, one that could shatter at any moment. But I couldn't grasp everything in my hands. The cold, tight feeling of the various metal chains wrapped around my wrists was unavoidable. And at the end of each chain was a stunningly beautiful female dog. Their burning, intoxicated eyes, their incredibly seductive panting, accompanied by the sweet, fragrant scents of sex, and my exhilarating ejaculation, finally made my eyes no longer doubt the reality of what I was seeing. Dreams couldn't be this vivid. And I really was their master, their only master!

Even the only one left who hadn't yet become my female dog, Hana-shu, despite her still-healing wounds, crawled to me, pleading with me, almost crying, that I should also put a collar on her and put a chain on her. She wanted to be my beautiful female dog too. Being such a kind and tender-hearted person, I naturally had to grant her wish. From then on, all the Hana-nin were my beautiful female dogs, not one less. I wondered how they compared to Eskimo dogs. What would it be like to see them naked, pulling sleds like dogs, with tails stuffed in their anuses, galloping across the icy Arctic or the thick snows of Antarctica, whipped across their backsides with long whips?

I couldn't help but let my imagination run wild, lost in daydreams.

Interestingly, the faces of the beautiful women present, who seemed to sense my filthy and shameless thoughts, didn't show anger, dissatisfaction, or fear, but rather shyness, embarrassment, a momentary shock followed by a flutter of excitement, and perhaps even a hint of joy and anticipation? Unable to comprehend this, I could only attribute the problem to my own character and charm.

Daydreaming aside, Uncle Shi still needed saving.

Then came another quick bath, comfortably enjoying their service.

The feeling of dressing myself with so many beautiful, naked women of all shapes and sizes, and the resulting sense of accomplishment and pride that comes with it, is something no man who hasn't experienced such a scene can imagine or understand. Unfortunately, I don't have time to savor it any longer; I have to go rescue Uncle Shi and his family. If I stay any longer, I fear I'll completely succumb to this world of pleasure and ruin, no longer caring about Uncle Shi. Perhaps

I can let them go and continue my carefree life… This thought startled me the moment it crossed my mind; it seems my self-control is getting worse.

Feeling ashamed and guilty, I secretly adjusted my breathing, calming my emotions and mind.

"Male Supremacy Yang Technique" truly lives up to its reputation as a miraculous skill. In just a short while, I felt my level of mastery, especially in terms of mental strength, seemed to have progressed and broken through.

Hua Rao helped me put on the arm guards without explaining them, seemingly waiting until there were fewer people around.

I swung my left arm; it felt comfortable, and it didn't take up much space in the sleeve—very form-fitting! It's very convenient to use—just roll up the sleeve! The casual suit, made of some unknown fabric, was very comfortable and seemed quite sturdy. The style was also incredibly cool and handsome; paired with my super-handsome appearance, it would surely charm countless beauties, for I had already seen infatuation and infatuation in the eyes of many beautiful women.

Although my cultivation had improved somewhat, I couldn't help but feel smug and exhilarated! I was secretly thrilled; if it weren't for a different kind of clear-headedness dominating my emotions, I might have been visibly overjoyed. However, I also secretly worried: while I gained something, I was also losing something, fearing that I would end up becoming someone I didn't even admire myself.

But cultivating "Male Superiority Yang Gong" is a process of moving from detachment to engagement, from detachment to conscious intention.

As I was about to leave the Love Star Abode, surrounded by reluctant beauties, I suddenly remembered something I needed to tell them: "Hua Sao! My sister, Hua Yu Hui, might have arrived in Japan. She's at Waseda University; have someone protect her!" I remembered that Waseda University was among the universities I had just signed for. Damn! This prestigious university is now my property. Although I don't own it entirely, my absolute share makes me the absolute master.

"Yes, Your Excellency!" Hua Sao then ordered the four twin sisters, Hua Ju, Hua Mei, Hua He, and Hua Tan, to protect my sister. After all, they were also students at Waseda University, and I felt reassured with their protection.

"There are also four girls who just arrived from China. They're probably staying at a hotel in Harajuku, Tokyo. Find them and protect them too. Their aliases are Lin Yue, Zhang Dan, Hu Yulin, and Gao Meier." I was a little worried about Cai Xing and the others' safety. At this time, Tokyo was a place of extreme tension and suspicion. Chinese female students were frequently robbed, raped, and murdered in Tokyo. They were so beautiful; it was inevitable that some Japanese would have designs on them.

Hua Mei, the leader of the Wind Group, immediately ordered her subordinates to keep an eye on them.

"Also, keep an eye on the agents from mainland China. There's a colonel surnamed Chen; protect him if possible."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

"And also..." I hesitated for a moment, "Tonight, wipe out all the remaining Black Dragon Society members in Japan, leave no one alive!" This might distract the Japanese government.

"Yes, Your Excellency!" Hua Sao then ordered the core members of the Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning groups to mobilize and completely wipe out the Black Dragon Society.

Seeing Hua Sao immediately assigning orders to nearly half of the Flower Ninja present, I was secretly alarmed by the sheer size and deep background of the Black Dragon Society. Hua Sao had scattered the four groups' manpower across various regions of the four main islands of Japan, practically the entire country. Fortunately, they knew the Black Dragon Society inside and out; otherwise, if I had to destroy and exterminate it myself, I don't know how much of my carefree time I would have wasted. However, when Hua Sao asked me how to deal with the old guys who had retired from the Black Dragon Society...

"Kill them all!" I said fiercely. This is the consequence of messing with me. "As for the Black Dragon Society scattered around the world, gather their information first, then deal with them later!"

"Yes, sir!" Hua Sao dispatched more men, then asked me, "What about those secretly helping the Black Dragon Society..."

I understood Hua Sao's meaning. Those who could help the Black Dragon Society were mostly Japanese government officials, military personnel, and intelligence agencies, as well as many right-wing organizations and wealthy business tycoons. The scope and influence involved weren't so easily dealt with; it would require considerable effort and resources. In short, it couldn't be completely resolved tonight. Understanding this, I said, "Do what you think is best! Eliminate those you can easily handle, but don't force it! Protecting yourselves is the priority! Your safety is paramount!"

All the Flower Ninja knelt in gratitude, saying, "Thank you for your concern, Master! We are deeply grateful! We swear to repay you with our lives!" Their expressions didn't seem like acting.

Then Hua Sao gave orders to the remaining Flower Ninja, except for the disciples who hadn't yet been identified, Hua Sao herself, and Hua Xiu. Oh! Hua Rao didn't participate in any operations either, as if her only duty was to protect the "Hua Ren Treasure." Hua Sao and Hua Xiu followed me to rescue Uncle Shi, while Hua Yan and the other 13 disciples were responsible for liaison and emergency support.

After assigning tasks, I thought of the safety of my family in Taiwan and Hong Kong, so I asked Hua Sao to keep an eye on things in those areas. I didn't want my own base to be destroyed while I was raiding someone else's. There was also Sister Yu Zhi in England, Aunt Xian Ji in South Korea, Aunt Sheng Zi in Japan, and Yu Jiao and her daughter on the mainland. Although it was unlikely that anything would happen to them, it was still better to be careful!

Hua Sao gave instructions and made arrangements for everyone.

But this made me realize one thing: I really didn't ask Hua Ren and the others to protect my family! Otherwise, my family wouldn't have been killed, and I could even have made the Black Dragon Society in Japan disappear. Was it an unintentional oversight? Or a deliberate act of leniency? Or was it the irreversible fate of history? Or some other reason?

It seems that I can only find out the truth when I travel to the past.

Finally, it was time to board the flying vehicle. Looking at all the beautiful women, I really didn't want to be separated from them. If I were with such a large group of beauties, we could do anything together and have a blast! But important matters required my attention, so I had to temporarily set aside our sweet moments. I was sure our reunion would be a spectacular and enchanting scene, with them all unable to get out of bed. I was really looking forward to it. Now, I steeled myself and stepped into the elephant-car-like flying vehicle, forcing myself to focus on this strange machine.

The aircraft's doors opened and closed much like a regular car, but that was only on the surface. The seal was more like an airplane cabin door or a spaceship; once closed, it seemed even water couldn't penetrate. Inside, aside from the driver's seat in the middle and a bunch of complex instrument screens, it was practically a flying bed—comfortable and spacious. I noticed that after I entered, the aircraft's height adjusted accordingly, meaning the space could be changed as needed. The cabin walls and ceiling rose, so even having sex inside wouldn't feel restrictive. I guessed this was specially designed according to my specific requirements; otherwise, a sleek racing car exterior resembling an ambulance would be quite ugly. It seems practicality is my priority; otherwise, making an aircraft look like a Transformer just for fun would be laughable.

I settled comfortably, and Hua Sao and Hua Xiu followed me in. Besides their respective ninja outfits, Hua Sao also carried a metal box. Before closing the door, Hua Sao commanded the Hua Ninja outside, "Everyone, proceed with caution!"

"Yes, sir!" all the Hua Ninja outside knelt and responded.

After closing the door, Hua Sao, sitting in the driver's seat, asked me, "Lord! May we depart?"

I nodded and said, "Let's go! Quickly!" Then I pulled Hua Xiu, who was kneeling awkwardly to one side, into my arms, naturally grasping and playing with her trembling, now-white and plump breasts.

"Yes, sir!" Hua Sao started the aircraft, and within seconds it lifted off the ground, silently flying over treetops, forbidden areas, and over the Sword Sect buildings, gradually accelerating towards the northeast of Kyoto. The four wheels retracted into the aircraft.

The aircraft's lights were off. After Hua Sao pressed a few buttons, the aircraft seemed to become invisible. To confirm my guess, I leaned against the window and looked out. Sure enough, the aircraft's outline had disappeared, but I could still see it clearly with my keen senses. A peculiar electrical energy covered the entire exterior of the aircraft, which was probably what made it invisible. Air currents formed faint white shadows around the aircraft.

Kyoto's night view wasn't as dazzling as Tokyo's, but it was still quite colorful. In particular, the magnificent temples, the serene imperial gardens, and the ancient shrines all maintained their antique charm and natural elegance, which were clearly visible to my mind, which didn't rely on sight.

However, the aircraft accelerated quickly and flew away from Kyoto's skies in just a few seconds.

Hua Sao called Hua Xiu over and then taught her how to operate the aircraft and read the instrument screen.

By the time Hua Xiu learned how to operate the aircraft and took over the steering wheel, I had already learned as well. The aircraft boasts a variety of capabilities, including acceleration and deceleration, automatic positioning and piloting, satellite navigation, climb and dive maneuvers, roll and lateral movement for evasion, tracking and pursuit, eavesdropping and interception, various weapon strike systems, stealth capabilities, jamming and counter-jamming, hovering and sudden acceleration, shield deployment for defense, underwater submersion and atmospheric escape, and remote control of several auxiliary sub-aircraft. The four wheels, which lack propulsion, are merely a disguise, functioning like pulleys; there are no brakes. The exhaust pipe is actually a well-disguised laser cannon.

According to Hua Sao's detailed description, the aircraft's propulsion system, the "atomic reactor," is outdated alien technology (equivalent to third or fourth generation thermonuclear technology still under research on Earth). It was salvaged from an irreparably damaged old aircraft (likely alien junk). Fortunately, the reactor was still usable, and combined with Earth's most advanced technology, it created a spacecraft that appears quite primitive to aliens, but is undoubtedly advanced to humans. The reactor can simultaneously generate multiple forms of energy: two of which are anti-gravity effects and propulsion (which may actually be a single form of energy). Another type of ionization energy can cause unusual changes in the magnetic field around matter (especially special metals), resulting in the distortion and fusion of light waves. This can deceive the human eye and absorb various radar waves, thus achieving invisibility. Another type generates a strong electric current that can provide the primary energy source for laser weapons and defensive shields. As for the negligible byproducts—electromagnetic radiation and various types of rays—anything usable is also utilized. Fortunately, there are excellent isolation and control devices; otherwise, I would be lying on harmful rays.

The spacecraft carries a main control computer and a backup computer, both highly advanced. Its processing speed, storage capacity, and the sophistication and intelligence of its operating system (in Traditional Chinese) all bear the hallmarks of extraterrestrial civilization. Despite its small size (only half that of a home computer), its functions are numerous: satellite navigation, global positioning, electronic 3D mapping, autopilot, wireless communication, interception and reception of various radio waves, encryption and decryption analysis, intelligent computer language conversion system, network data search and intrusion system, intelligent self-defense system, automatic weapon targeting and attack system, touchscreen control system (resulting in very few buttons), intelligent route determination system, and intelligent situation analysis and assessment system. The database comprises a voice recognition, control, and recording system; an intelligent system for storing, learning, and retrieving various types of knowledge; an intelligent system that automatically generates animated images and virtual scene interpretations based on textual and linguistic descriptions and requirements; a translation system for various texts and languages (including thousands of languages and scripts from Earth, and even several alien languages and scripts); and a massive collection of landscape images, films (including silent short films and documents), TV series, documentaries, animations, artworks (including lost ancient paintings and treasures), photographs, books (including novels), manuscripts, poems (including lowbrow limericks and obscene poems), songs, sheet music, gambling records, chronologies, biographical information, etc., accounting for 60% of the database. These are categorized for easy searching. There is also a "Complete Guide to Making Things," covering everything from simple methods of making primitive bows and arrows (principles and material selection) and knives and clubs to cutting-edge technologies like this flying machine. The scope is extremely broad and detailed, seemingly numbering in the hundreds of thousands, accounting for 10% of the database. Other summarized specialized knowledge and application software include over twenty types such as "Cooking and Cuisine," "Clothing Design," "Architectural Reference," "Plants," "Animals," "Microorganisms (including bacteria and viruses)," "Element Applications," "Chemistry," "Physics," "Mathematics," "Electronics," "Universe and Celestial Bodies," "Human Body and Medicine," "Human Nature, Psychology, Spirit and Thinking," "Intelligent Painting and Animation, Film Production," "Tools for Creation (Novels and Poetry)," and "Playback (Music, Movies, etc.)." The manpower, time, and money spent on collecting various materials and compiling professional knowledge for these intelligent operating systems is unimaginable, all because it was made at "my" request. Such an "all-knowing learning machine" is truly an essential item for rebirth and time travel! There are also some commonly used applications and games on ordinary computers, but they can only be installed and used under the conversion of the intelligent conversion system.

The aircraft's maximum speed can reach Mach 3, thanks to its propulsion system. If the friction technology between the aircraft and the air is further improved, reaching Mach 3 wouldn't be a problem. This requires me to fly more to provide data for improvement. This means the aircraft I'm in is still in the test flight phase. Since "I" am restricting their use of alien technology, this aircraft, with its low safety rating, might be a ticking time bomb. But to save Uncle Ten, I'll use it for now, especially since a lot of evidence suggests I'm not short-lived. Currently, if this aircraft accelerates to Mach 2, its stealth effect might fail, and the enormous noise generated by the friction between the aircraft and the air cannot be shielded or eliminated under current conditions. Therefore, it can only fly slowly. This "slowly flying" means the aircraft's speed shouldn't exceed Mach 1, but Mach 1 is still quite fast; Mach 1 equals 1126 kilometers per hour. The aircraft's current speed is Mach 1, and it will reach Hokkaido in less than 15 minutes.

The spacecraft's defensive shields can withstand attacks from any conventional weapon on Earth, and there's room for further upgrades. The weapon system comprises five types: laser cannons, laser beams, electromagnetic cannons, simulated rapid-fire cannons, and high-speed missiles, installed in six locations: the front, bottom, and tail. The front has three locations: the laser cannon, laser beam, and electromagnetic cannon; the bottom has two: the simulated rapid-fire cannon and the high-speed missile; and the tail only has the laser cannon. The laser cannon is the most common alien weapon, operating at sub-light speed to light speed. Its energy level can be adjusted, and the materials used (similar to ammunition) can be selected to achieve the desired level and range of damage. For example, the laser cannon can fire high-energy, high-heat light projectiles to melt through the hull of an enemy warship when its shields are compromised; it can also use light projectiles with electromagnetic energy flows to disable the enemy warship's electronic equipment and control systems; and it can even fire particles such as polarized particles—truly a versatile weapon. Laser beam weapons are relatively simple. Major powers around the world are secretly researching them, though the levels of expertise vary. However, their widespread use is currently limited by the energy required (large amounts of electricity). This explains why laser weapons, like those in the mainland's Qingtian military base, require nuclear power plants for power. The laser beam weapon technology on this spacecraft is mature, has ample energy, and is small in size. The only question is its actual power; hopefully, it won't be like a surgical laser scalpel that only burns the surface of a moving object in flight—that would be ridiculous. The electromagnetic cannon on this spacecraft actually fires invisible electromagnetic waves, primarily targeting current human electronic devices on Earth, causing them to burn out circuit boards and become disabled, rather than being a specialized electromagnetic cannon used on alien warships to attack enemy ship shields. The simulated rapid-fire cannon was actually developed at "my" request with the help of alien friends. It's a weapon similar in principle to an air gun, except it doesn't fire projectiles; it only fires compressed air. However, its destructive power is no less than that of a real bullet, and it can fire continuously at high speed. As long as the power is sufficient and there are no malfunctions, it can be used indefinitely. Because it doesn't need ammunition, it saves space. Moreover, there is no combustion during firing, so there is no muzzle flash or gunpowder smell, no spent cartridges, and the noise is low, so it can be said to be pollution-free. However, in order to enjoy the thrill of firing, "I" specially had them equipped with the muzzle flash and sound devices that a machine gun should have, so the effect is said to be like firing an airborne machine gun. However, the "muzzle flash" and "noise" can be turned off at any time according to mood and needs. This is the origin of the simulated rapid-fire cannon. The high-speed missiles are developed based on missile technology occasionally used by extraterrestrials. Aside from their incredible speed, they are incredibly small, only about the size of half a billiard cue stick. Their destructive power can be adjusted by changing and loading different warheads and explosives as needed. However, this spacecraft carries only eight missiles, with only three types of warheads: conventional, armor-piercing, and earth-penetrating. There are five types of explosives: high-explosive, incendiary, sonic boom, electromagnetic interference, and cluster munitions. Of course, they can be expanded to include radiation bombs, miniature nuclear bombs, miniature landmines, and even biological and chemical bombs as needed. In short, their destructive power is terrifying! They must not be misused! These missiles can also be detonated with delay, timed, or remotely controlled as needed.

The spacecraft's alloy material is similar to that of alien warships. However, due to the lack of two extremely difficult-to-refine metals (which exist on Earth but are very rare and have not yet been discovered) and large-scale fusion furnaces, they had to settle for inferior materials. The result is a significantly lower performance, but still far superior to the best known alloys on Earth. Its density is astonishingly high, and its strength is unbelievably great, much like the "blade of a sword." It is not only heat-resistant but also absorbs energy, though its effectiveness is far less than that of alien warships; it doesn't expand or contract with temperature changes, nor does it deform. The windshield is also highly technologically advanced, not only bulletproof and heat-resistant, but also color-changing and water-repellent, and it can even function as a screen, ideal for watching widescreen movies, like in a home theater. The "headlights" are made of the same material, but their function is as eyes and ears; illumination is merely a camouflage. Because of these materials, even if the spacecraft's speed increases to Mach 5, there's no need to worry about it disintegrating, as friction with the air won't cause it to burn.

Because the aircraft's appearance needs to resemble a car, it incorporates camouflage devices such as rearview mirrors, windshield wipers, and license plates. While this allows it to be concealed during flight, it sacrifices optimal streamlinedness. Even with some deformation, the friction with the air remains significant. Therefore, even if the aircraft is not concerned about being detected, it is not suitable to accelerate to speeds exceeding Mach 1.5. Moreover, the noise generated by air friction is truly deafening. Unless the problem of swallowing air is solved, maintaining a constant vacuum around the aircraft during flight, air friction and drag will be eliminated. Extraterrestrial spacecraft have already solved this problem effectively, allowing them to travel at lightning speed and disappear in an instant.

Furthermore, this aircraft utilizes a crucial extraterrestrial technology called a "flight force field," ensuring a constant force field protection within the aircraft. This eliminates inertia, allowing for instantaneous takeoff and landing without the need to be strapped into the pilot's seat, and avoiding the adverse physical reactions associated with high-speed flight (dizziness, vomiting, cerebral congestion or hypoxia, pressure fluctuations, etc.). So, just like now, lying comfortably, I can't feel the aircraft accelerating or decelerating at all, nor do I feel any shaking or tilting. It's like lying on my own comfortable bed; if I were to hold a glass of water, I probably wouldn't even see the water ripple. Moreover, this "force field" has another advantage: even if it flies out of the atmosphere, there's no feeling of weightlessness because this "force field" can simulate Earth's gravity.

Compared to this, the effects and power of the special agent vehicles used by Bond are child's play, utterly insignificant. Besides, those are all fake props. Even the most technologically advanced US government in the world today can't create anything that can fly, go underwater, or become invisible and color-changing. Maybe in another ten or twenty years, that might be possible. As for the machine monster I obtained as spoils at the "Temple" base, although it looks ferocious and powerful, it's actually quite useless. A few missiles could probably take it down. So, its current value in my eyes is just a rather exquisite and interesting large toy.

The rear of the aircraft, the "tailgate" with spoilers (like a car's rear wing), is also a concealed structure that cannot be opened. However, the two taillights can be activated to release several small aircraft of varying sizes, the largest resembling a soda bottle and the smallest a ladybug. These can be remotely controlled or operate autonomously according to programmed parameters, possessing reconnaissance, eavesdropping, assassination, and destruction capabilities. The spoilers function like the radar of an early warning aircraft, while also serving as transceivers for information and commands. Furthermore, the aircraft's smooth underside is nothing like the underside of a car; the resemblance is merely a painted design. When launching high-speed missiles and simulating rapid-fire cannon attacks, it resembles the US F-117.

Inside the aircraft, behind the cushions and under the soft bed are refrigerators and storage compartments containing food, drinks, toys, and personal items, as well as individual combat weapons. What caught my attention was an alien weapon that resembled both a gun and a cannon, somewhat like the weapon used to shoot down UFOs in the movie "Men in Black," also silver-white. There was also a sniper rifle with a caliber much larger than the M24 I'd used before. It looked a lot like the US M85 anti-materiel sniper rifle, but it was clearly custom-made, very exquisite, though it had no model number or any markings. The black metal body and comfortable grip, even now disassembled and stored in a sealed case, still gave it a menacing aura. Its scope was also a complex and sophisticated piece of high-tech equipment; it must be really fun to play with. The fancy features haven't been introduced yet, but I guess this must have been specially prepared at "my" request. I love playing with guns, but unfortunately, there weren't enough bullets—only 120 rounds. There was also a keyboard and game joystick, apparently prepared for playing in bed.

As for the "atomic reactor," I couldn't see what was happening inside, because as soon as my true energy entered it, it was like mud sinking into the ocean—it was gone forever, no matter how much I injected. So I quickly withdrew my true energy, no longer wasting my time. I guess the reactor might have the property of fusing or annihilating various forms of energy.

Hua Sao, who had knelt beside me, asked with a smile, "My Lord! Are you thirsty?"

The recent debauchery had left me quite dehydrated. "Hmm, a little thirsty. Here, have some melon juice!" I knew what was in the refrigerator.

Responding, Hua Sao took a can of frozen Japanese melon juice from the refrigerator hidden behind the cushions, opened it, and gently nestled in my arms to feed me. The cool, sweet liquid flowed into my stomach, making me feel refreshed and comfortable. I contentedly reached out to caress Hua Sao's nipples. Hua Sao cooperated, constantly squeezing and kneading my body with her ample breasts, the force seemingly trying to merge into my being.

I finished the melon juice in a few gulps, leaving only the empty can. Hua Sao's delicate hands squeezed it a few times, and the empty can turned into a thumb-sized metal ball, which was accurately flicked into a small trash can in front of me. Yes, there wouldn't be much trash in this spacecraft anyway, so there was no need for a large trash can taking up space. The most common trash in the future would probably be beverage cans and crumpled paper towels used for wiping liquids. Hua Sao pulled my left arm, rolled up her sleeve, and after a few twists and turns, opened the cover of the electronic device on my arm. Inside, there was only a small button in the lower right corner. The cover and the inside resembled two wide-screen LCD displays, but they seemed more advanced, as if they were touch-sensitive.

Sure enough, after Hua Sao pressed the start button in the lower right corner, the two wide screens flashed. A few seconds later, the cover screen displayed an operating system, then a Chinese interface popped up: Confirm fingerprint and DNA scan? Yes/No. The lower screen displayed a simple keyboard button, like the spacecraft's control system, also touch-sensitive, with a radar screen occupying one-third of the screen and the other third black.

Hua Sao pointed to the black screen and said, "My Lord! Please place your finger here to scan!"

I didn't ask any questions and did as he said, pressing my four fingers together just enough to fit on the black screen. A white light flashed, like a strobe light, and another interface appeared on the screen above, with two progress bars. The top one seemed to be the fingerprint progress bar, which displayed 100% scan and storage completed after two seconds. The bottom one was clearly in the process of DNA scanning, which was much slower, but it also completed 100% in just 10 seconds. Then the interface disappeared, and the previous interface reappeared: Confirm fingerprint and DNA scan? Yes/No.

Hua Sao pointed to "Yes" and said, "My Lord! Press 'Yes,' and only you can use this 'Micro-Intelligence System.'" Obviously, the screen above was also touch-sensitive.

"Oh!" I moved my finger down and tapped it. The interface disappeared, but a smaller interface popped up with the message "Successfully recognized!" It flashed for a few seconds and then disappeared. However, at this moment, Hua Sao's image appeared on the screen above, dressed in a black ninja outfit, but of course, he wasn't wearing a mask.

"Hello! My lord! I am your seductive slave. Please give the order, I am happy to serve you!" The image of Hua Sao on the screen was a completely realistic depiction of Hua Sao, clearly captured and scanned into the system. She winked at me cutely and playfully, throwing a flirtatious glance, like a teenage girl.

"My lord! You can do this..." Hua Sao grabbed my finger and pressed it against the ninja outfit of her image on the screen. With a pull, the ninja outfit disappeared, revealing her upper body naked. Then, the Hua Sao image let out a shy cry, covering her breasts with her hands, and said bashfully, "My lord! You're so naughty..." Her coquettish manner was absolutely captivating. And Hua Sao wasn't satisfied with that; she grabbed my finger again and pulled down the ninja pants, instantly revealing her completely naked image. My goodness! On the screen, Hua Sao's image—one hand covering her lower body, the other unable to conceal her ample breasts—was incredibly alluring, her shy, embarrassed, and helpless demeanor was simply too tempting. Her attempts to hide and conceal were actually a masterful S-curve, showcasing her devilish figure to seduce me. In reality, however, Hua Sao was whispering seductively in my ear, her laughter incredibly alluring.

After a while, Hua Sao on the screen lowered her hands, revealing her private parts. She said shyly and seductively, "My Lord! Do you wish to scan my voice for voice control?"

"Yes!" "

Scan successful! Confirm?" "Confirm!

"

"Okay! Confirmed! My Lord, would you like to establish a connection with the main system?"

"Yes!"

"Okay! Connection successful!" Hua Sao's image immediately appeared on the main screen inside the aircraft, smiling, "The 'Micro-Intelligence System' on your arm can share information with the aircraft's computer and can also remotely control the aircraft. Now, please name the aircraft!" "Hmm

… let's call it 'Any Bed'!" I wanted to emulate Emperor Yang of Sui, and "bed" sounds like "boat."

This computer truly lived up to its reputation as an intelligent system; the screen immediately displayed the words "boat," "bed," and "transfer," allowing me to select and confirm. Of course, I chose the second option. Then, on the screen, Hua Sao said again, "'Any Bed' has been confirmed! Now, please confirm the security level, Lord. Do you allow others to operate it?"

"What happens if I don't allow it?" "

a. Kill immediately; b. Expel; c. Unable to operate. Please choose, Lord!"

"Oh! Unable to operate, expel and kill!" I didn't want anyone to die in there.

"Yes! Confirmed!"

"Allow all members of the Flower Ninja to operate!"

"Yes! All Flower Ninja members confirmed! They have permission to operate!" The screen flashed rapidly with images of all the Flower Ninja, except for the thirteen female disciples, including Hua Yan. Then "Hua Sao" added, "Please give the order to modify permissions or add personnel at any time!"

I touched Hua Sao's buttocks in my arms and asked with a smile, "When was this done?"

"This spring… oh…" Hua Sao couldn't help but become aroused again, rubbing her lower body against my thighs, not caring about getting my pants wet. Hua Sao stammered, "A total of...1320...cameras...um..."

"Are all the Hua Ninjas included?"

"Yes..." Hua Sao's body temperature was alarmingly high; she really needed to be fucked!

I leered at the screen, "Let me see you masturbate!"

"Yes, Your Excellency." Immediately, I saw Hua Sao on the screen lift one leg and then reach out to manipulate and rub her private parts, causing her to gush with lustful fluids.

But I gave the order, "Change!" and another Hua Ninja beauty appeared beside me, flashing continuously. "I want Hua Xiu!"

Immediately, the image of "Hua Sao" was replaced by "Hua Xiu," with the same lewd posture and the same gush of lustful fluids, making the Hua Xiu who was controlling the camera blush, but it didn't affect her driving.

"Change positions!"

"Hua Xiu" then changed her stance, spreading her legs wide, bending over, and burying her face between her legs. Her pretty face was very close to her private parts. Although the grass was lush and green, when one was exploring the hidden paradise and suddenly saw the light, her beautiful face and the flower reflected each other. She was more beautiful than the flower, and the flower was more beautiful than her. The water reflected her charm, and she was like spring water.

I gradually figured out the technique.

Hua Xiu's jade hand had already reached into my crotch, and she was about to take out my treasure.

But Hua Xiu called out, "My Lord! Mrs. Ito and her three daughters are being held in the Self-Defense Force camp ahead."

Chapter 60 ◆ Life and Death Danger

I immediately focused my attention and looked towards the distant end of the land.

A Japanese Self-Defense Force camp, backed by mountains and facing the sea, appeared in my field of vision.

Hua Xiu had slowly decelerated and gradually flew over it.

If the electronic map in the aircraft was correct, this Self-Defense Force camp was in Aomori Prefecture. The mountain below was Mount Iwaki, and the sea to the north was the Sea of Japan.

I quickly found Aunt Youmei and her three daughters, imprisoned in a secret room at the Iwaki Mountain base. What enraged me was the treatment they received. Aunt Youmei was bound like a dumpling, her feet off the ground, suspended in mid-air. The binding method was a rope bondage technique common in Japanese SM, making her already curvaceous figure even more voluptuous, her breasts unusually large and firm. Not only was she bound in an obscene position, but her kimono was either lifted up, completely exposing her aroused, wet, and tender private parts, or the upper part of her kimono was cut open, her large breasts swaying and trembling, completely exposed to all the Self-Defense Force soldiers present. And that wasn't all; her three cousins, Anzu, Sakura, and Kiku, were also bound in similar manner. Their tender, white virgin genitals looked like a delicious snack to the lecherous, drooling Self-Defense Force soldiers.

Thankfully, they hadn't been raped or violated yet. It seemed they had only been interrogated in a milder way before, and because they didn't get the answers they wanted, they had been subjected to this. Eleven Japanese soldiers, stripped down to only diapers, were masturbating their short penises, leering as they approached Yumi and her daughter. Another soldier, clearly an officer, was in full uniform and was still trying to get Yumi's aunt's attention: "Speak! We've run out of patience and will no longer care about your Yamaguchi-gumi background. I'll ask you one more time: Who was the young man who came to your house yesterday? Where is he now? Speak!!"

"I still say the same thing! I don't know. My husband only said he was a relative from his hometown named Ito Ueki, but how would I know where he is now? Please release my daughter! You can't treat them like this, they're still children... Waaah..." Yumi's aunt pleaded, it seemed she still hadn't revealed my true identity, which was truly difficult for such a weak woman.

But I also knew that Aunt Youmei couldn't hold out for long. The methods of torture and forced confessions have become increasingly cruel and terrifying, especially in these developed, self-proclaimed civilized countries, where interrogation has become a specialized discipline, even rising to the level of "art." The fact that these numerous and terrifying instruments of torture haven't been used on them yet only shows that these lecherous Japanese devils want to play with their bodies first, and only use the real torture when they're tired of them.

"Bastards! Don't treat us like fools! We've already investigated. Ito Uemoto contracted polio in his early years and has been bedridden ever since, still in Fukuoka Prefecture. Tell us! Who exactly is this 'Uemoto'? Our patience is limited!" The Japanese officer waved for his eager subordinates to step forward.

As she watched those two lecherous hands reach out to touch them, Aunt Youmei cried out quickly, "Daughters! I'm so sorry! I can't protect you anymore. If you can't bear it, bite your tongues and kill yourselves! See you in heaven!" She then stuck her tongue between her teeth, ready to bite down at any moment.

What a chaste and fierce woman! I was surprised and impressed that Japanese women could be so fierce. I thought only Chinese people, and only ancient people at that

, possessed such fortitude. Why didn't she reveal my identity and background? Was it worth it for her husband's love? Of course, I couldn't let these despicable Japanese devils take advantage of Aunt Youmei and the others. I instantly subdued their pressure points, intending to subject them to slow slicing, sever their fingers, peel their skin, and pull out their tendons to vent my hatred. But then I remembered that my tenth uncle still needed my help. Although the cameras in the torture chamber were easy to destroy, and the Japanese soldiers in the monitoring room were easy to kill, I was still afraid that something might be overlooked and transmit information, potentially endangering my tenth uncle's life. So I didn't take any further action, but I turned to Hua Sao and said, "I'll leave this to you! I'm going with Hua Xiu to rescue my tenth uncle!"

"Yes, Your Excellency!" Hua Sao kowtowed and quickly put on a ninja bodysuit.

"Wait!" I pulled Hua Sao over, took the dog chain off the back of her neck, tied it around her waist along with her belt, and kissed her on the cheek, saying, "Be careful! Deal with those self-defense forces as you see fit, kill them all if you can!" Because there were quite a few snipers lying in ambush in the military camp below.

"Yes, sir! Be careful too! It's less than a four-minute walk from here to where we rescued your tenth uncle. We'll make our move together in four minutes! You can now command 'Micro Intelligence' to go into standby mode, which will switch to the date and time interface. Then set a four-minute countdown!"

I pinched Hua Sao's plump butt and laughed, "No need for all that! Let's make our move in about four minutes. I don't believe anyone can stop you! Don't worry about us! Let's see who can stop me! Even if there are traps, I'm not afraid!"

"Okay, sir! You can turn on this phone now. Its functions are similar to 'Micro Intelligence,' and it's connected to 'Micro Intelligence' and this 'Any Bed' computer. It also has functions like a camera and laser beam, and it's touch-screen and voice-controlled..."

"I know! Go now, darling!" I pinched her nose.

"And these glasses..." Hua Sao pointed to the sunglasses she pulled from my pocket and started to explain.

“I’ll explain later! Saving lives is the priority!”

“Yes, Your Excellency!” Hua Sao couldn’t help but turn back and hug me, pressing her voluptuous body against me.

Then she opened the door of the “anywhere bed” that was suspended in mid-air. As the cool breeze blew in, Hua Sao’s head was already sticking out, but she didn’t jump down immediately. Instead, she twisted her extremely seductive hips and glanced at me with a charming look. I understood what she meant, of course; she was asking for encouragement to embolden herself. I laughed and gently slapped her with my left hand, grabbing and kneading her buttocks. My right hand followed suit, touching and probing her cleft.

After a few moments, I felt that Hua Sao’s pants were wet, and quite badly so! I laughed and slapped Hua Sao’s other buttock, saying, “Hurry up! You little vixen! You’re wet again so quickly!” Then I held up my finger to show her.

As I expected, Hua Sao lewdly sucked and licked my finger as if it were my treasure, not stopping until her juices dried.

I slapped Hua Sao hard again, laughing and cursing, "Go on, you vixen! You'll have plenty of time to be naughty later!"

"Yes, Your Excellency!" Hua Sao nodded seriously, pulled up her hood, covered her face, and leaped down towards Yanmu Mountain.

At that moment, the self-defense officer noticed that his men were all acting strangely and not moving, so he angrily went to push them. I naturally couldn't let them fall, so when the officer realized he couldn't push them, he became terrified. However, I instantly controlled his movements and expressions, and he couldn't even speak. I would hand him over to Hua Sao to control in a moment.

Now I telepathically told Aunt Youmei, "Aunt Youmei, this is Ruilong. You're safe now. I'm going to rescue Uncle first. I've subdued all the guys here; they can't hurt you. Someone will come to rescue you in a few minutes. Go with her and follow her instructions. We'll meet up in an hour at most, and you'll see Uncle. Don't do anything foolish. Comfort Xingzi and the others. I'm off!"

"Wait! Where are you? Are you really Ruilong-kun? Where are you going to rescue my husband?" Aunt Youmei looked around excitedly, searching for the source of the voice.

"Alright! Don't look for me. You won't find me. I'm 1000 meters in the air right now. I don't have time to explain! I'm going to rescue Uncle."

"Wait..." Youmei said anxiously.

I was getting impatient. How could I rescue her husband, my uncle, if she kept nagging like this? So I said irritably, "What? Do you want me to see you like this? Hehe!"

Aunt Youmei's face immediately turned bright red, extremely embarrassed. Yes! Her current appearance was simply too classic! She was bound face down, suspended a meter in the air, her legs spread wide apart, completely exposing her genitals. This made it easy for a man to stand and penetrate her. Her face was positioned at the man's crotch, which was probably the Japanese soldiers' intention to perform oral sex on her simultaneously. Aunt Youmei, being an adult, could naturally guess what was going on.

To be honest, I admire the Japanese soldiers' imagination and methods. If it weren't for all this and my connection to Aunt Youmei, I might have been an interested bystander.

At this moment, the door to the interrogation room opened, and three men who weren't from the Self-Defense Forces entered. The man in the front, in his forties, was dressed in a (black) suit, but his gloomy and cunning appearance was very unpleasant. The second man, though strong and tall, wearing sportswear, had a lewd and wicked look on his face, carrying two large boxes filled with various sex toys, BDSM items, and other smutty objects. The third one was dressed like a doctor in a white coat, mask, and glasses, looking refined and scholarly like a professor or expert. Yet, I sensed an almost perverse, sinister, cold-blooded, and ruthless cruelty about him.

But I didn't have time to deal with these guys slowly, so I ordered, "Hua Sao, don't let these three die easily. Torture them slowly!"

As soon as I landed, Hua Sao replied, "Understood! My Lord! Where are the others?"

"May they all die a horrible death!" With a single sentence, I decided the fate of all the Japanese soldiers in the Self-Defense Force camp below. "Hana-soo, hurry! Saving lives is the priority!"

"Yes, sir!" Hana-soo suddenly pulled the control stick back, and the "Any Bed" instantly veered northeast at high speed.

If I hadn't been able to sense the outside space, I wouldn't have known the "Any Bed" was going so fast, because you can't feel gravity or speed while flying inside (because it was night). This stable "Any Bed" was so comfortable!

My last impression of the Iwakiyama Self-Defense Force camp was that Hana-soo had taken over control of the plane, and the three guys who went in later were also subdued by Hana-soo, their faces showing horror and fear. I believed Hana-soo would satisfy me.

Nineteen seconds later, we flew over the Shimokita Peninsula and entered the Pacific Ocean.

According to the location marked on the electronic map, it was an island called Daikoku Island off the coast of Akashi Bay, east of Hokkaido. Uncle Ten was being held there.

How strange! Why did the Japanese bring my Uncle Ten so far away? Was it necessary? Where else could they have imprisoned him? Where else could they have interrogated him? I had to…

stand behind Hua Xiu, pondering while looking at the electronic map, and fondling her breasts.

The only possibility was that the Japanese were setting some kind of trap, a scheme to lure me in, because… in order to… have more time to prepare… they sent my tenth uncle all this way… Damn it! Fine! Let’s see what tricks the Japanese can pull!

“Well done!” I squeezed Hua Xiu’s breast hard. Yes! She chased after me so far today, she must have worked hard!

“Thank you for the praise, Your Excellency!” Hua Xiu turned around with a charming smile, then pointed to the land that the “Any Bed” was about to reach on the electronic map’s straight-line flight path: “Ahead is the Japan Air Self-Defense Force’s Erimo Branch Base, should we go around it?”

“Hmph! No need! Check the stealth and reduce the speed to below Mach 1.” I also wanted to test the capabilities of the “Any Bed.”

“Yes, Your Excellency!” Hua Xiu checked the display on the electronic screen while slowly pushing the control stick forward, gradually reducing the speed to below Mach 1.

"What are those two yellow dots?" Two small, flashing yellow dots appeared simultaneously on the electronic map and radar.

"They look like airplanes... judging by their speed and size... they look like fighter jets..." Hua Xiu pointed at the yellow dots on the electronic map, which immediately locked onto and zoomed in on them. The gradually revealed shapes and outlines were indeed those of fighter jets. Then, Hua Xiu pointed at a function button next to them, and the electronic map immediately switched to a satellite imaging lens, like a high-definition monitor.

I understood; there was a satellite working for me in the sky, perhaps more. This was indeed satellite imaging, so clear that it was as if I were looking down at those two F-16 fighter jets from 50 meters above, and the clarity could be even higher. If I zoomed in any further, I could probably see the instruments inside the F-16's cockpit.

"My Lord! They're F-16 fighter jets! Could they have spotted us?"

It looked like it, because they were flying straight towards us, but it would be another 10 seconds before we made contact. I said, "Tune to their channel! Listen to their conversation..."

"Yes!"

"Strange... Target disappeared... No target detected..." The F-16 fighter pilot's voice came through the listening device: "Base... Target disappeared! No target detected!" The Japanese radar had indeed detected the "Any Bed," probably because of the excessive speed earlier. Now that the speed had decreased, they naturally couldn't find us anymore.

"Lord! Should we shoot them down?"

"Let's wait and see. Be prepared to shoot them down."

"Yes!" Hua Xiu opened the weapon system and selected the target to attack. The two F-16 fighters on the screen were instantly locked onto. The weapon system's intelligent judgment gave the best attack weapon, and then a selection interface popped up: attack immediately: yes/no?

Of course, you can also issue a voice command to confirm. The distance between us is now 45 kilometers.

"Wait! I guess they won't find us. Just be careful not to let them crash into us. If they find us, we can shoot them down immediately! Even destroy their air base!"

"Yes!" Hua Xiu, who was focused, seemed a little nervous. If

things really developed to that point, it might affect my rescue of Uncle Shi, so I was also very nervous. Unlike Hua Xiu's nervousness, she probably hadn't killed anyone before, and it was her first time encountering this advanced aircraft. She was afraid of not piloting it properly and endangering my safety; she probably couldn't bear that responsibility.

Watching the F-16 fighter jet approach at high speed, reaching roughly the same altitude as us,

I felt reassured. There were no reports of being locked on or detected, which put me at ease. I was both satisfied and impressed by the capabilities of this "Anywhere Bed." It's said that fighter jets like the American F-15 and F-16 would be detected if locked on, but they'd been locked on by my "Anywhere Bed" for so long without realizing it. This could only mean that my "Anywhere Bed" was far more advanced than theirs, and its stealth and invisibility were also working.

Just as we were about to pass the F-16 unharmed, it received a return order from the Jinshang branch base and suddenly performed a side roll, attempting to turn back. However, it blocked our flight path, and we were about to crash into it, crushed to pieces. There wasn't even enough time to avoid it, and no time to react.

But in that split second, Hua Xiu pulled it off. Like slamming on the brakes, she gripped the controller, and "Any Bed" instantly stopped in mid-air. If it had been even a fraction later, or if "Any Bed" had had even a little bit of inertia, the preceding F-16 fighter jet would have grazed it by just half a foot.

I wasn't sure if "Any Bed's" advanced technology and strength could withstand such a severe "scratch," or if its stealth capabilities would be compromised. But I was certain that the F-16 was definitely destroyed, and the consequences… would likely affect my rescue of Uncle Shi.

The next aircraft flew overhead.

When Hua Xiu and I exhaled, we both found ourselves drenched in cold sweat.

Actually, those two fighter jets weren't having an easy time either. Because of the mysterious presence of my "Any Bed," their fuselages vibrated violently due to abnormal airflow. The first F-16 almost lost control, but the pilots thought it was due to strong turbulence.

Thank goodness they didn't notice us! "Any Bed" withstood the test.

"Let's go!" I pinched Hana's nipple a little harder.

"Yes!" Hana pulled the control stick back slowly, and "Any Bed" gradually accelerated forward.

"Lower altitude, fly close to the sea level!" At sea level, even if we exceed the speed limit, it shouldn't be easy to be detected by radar.

"Yes!" Hana slowly pressed the control stick down, and immediately "Any Bed" gradually decreased its altitude.

The screen locked onto the F-16 fighter jet switched back to electronic map and radar imaging.

When "Any Bed" descended to about 3 meters above sea level, it gradually accelerated again. I was curious whether flying at such a high altitude and speed would expose it.

The speed gradually approached Mach 1.

The electronic map showed that there were still 5 kilometers to the Hokkaido peninsula, 3 kilometers to the Air Self-Defense Force's Erimo Sub-base, and then the Pacific Ocean.

"My Lord, should we go around...?"

"No need! Maintain this speed, and when we reach land, we'll gain a little altitude. Hmm... bring up the 3D map to avoid crashing into mountains or buildings, and choose the best flight route." My other hand also took the opportunity to grasp Hua Xiu's other breast, feeling as if I were holding a joystick. Hua Xiu was controlling the "Anywhere Bed," and I was controlling Hua Xiu. Hehe! Not bad.

"Yes!" While letting me play with her, Hua Xiu deliberately swayed her body, rubbing against my lewd hand, and tapped a command on another screen.

The electronic map zoomed in on the windshield, displaying a 3D image. The mountains, rivers, roads, high-rise buildings (Dongyang Elementary School building, Machi-no-Mai building, Erimo-no-Tun base tower), and military radar antennas were clearly visible. Of course, it wasn't as detailed, timely, or accurate as my true energy detection, but it was sufficient. The computer now provided the best flight route to avoid detection, and then a prompt appeared: Autopilot? Yes/No?

"Yes!" I tugged at Hua Xiu's nipples.

"Yes!" After Hua Xiu pressed confirm, "Any Bed" immediately adjusted its flight attitude automatically according to the pre-set flight route and altitude. Hua Xiu released the control stick, turned around to kiss me, and licked my ear.

But then another prompt appeared on the computer screen: Destination?

Hua Xiu was busy and didn't have time to answer, so I had to reply: "Dahei Island."

The electronic map immediately found the location of Dahei Island, but then a question box popped up: Is this the island? What are the requirements or precautions?

"Confirm! Arrive safely within 3 minutes! Don't be discovered. If discovered, reaching the destination is the top priority." As I said this, I carried Hua Xiu to a spacious area behind, ready to make the most of these 3 minutes for some fun.

"Yes!" The large screen displayed Hua Xiu's beautiful naked image, alluring and charming, like a real bystander smiling as she watched us do our good deeds.

I had just sucked on Hua Xiu's nipple when the "Any Bed" entered the airspace above the land, flying low along the low-lying areas, without slowing down at all due to left and right turns.

The most thrilling moment was when the "Any Bed" flew under a very small highway bridge along the winding river, almost skimming the water and grazing the bridge piers—truly thrilling and exciting! However, after this experience, I was very satisfied with the performance of the "Any Bed."

Before I could even wipe away the cold sweat from my shock and delight, the "Any Bed" quickly entered the Pacific Ocean again, its speed rapidly increasing, leaving the Self-Defense Force air base with about 150 various fighter jets far behind. I guessed this base was probably used by Japan to deal with the Russian Far East, especially to try and reclaim the Northern Territories, and it could also support Daikoku Island; the distance between the two was less than four minutes.

So when I rescue Uncle Ten, I must act swiftly and decisively!

Damn! There are even submarines lurking in the sea. The Japanese really think highly of me!

I really want to start a massacre right now! Unfortunately, I don't know the communication capabilities of these submarines or their communication habits, so I don't dare to act rashly.

Ha! Don't I have an "all-knowing learning machine"? I quickly asked "Hua Sao" to detect the situation in the nearby waters and introduce the capabilities of these submarines.

Immediately with a "Yes!", "Hua Sao," bowing, pulled up the data on the Self-Defense Force naval vessels currently detected on the screen and introduced and analyzed it to me.

Wow! I was shocked by what I found.

The detection radius of "Any Bed" within 100 kilometers is truly impressive, a truly formidable force. There are over a hundred ships, both underwater and above ground, as well as in the sky. This includes more than 20 ships from the US Seventh Fleet, one of which is the USS Kitty Hawk aircraft carrier, patrolling 35 nautical miles east of Daeguro Island.

What a perfect net waiting for me to fall into!

But am I afraid? These bastards! Haven't they learned their lesson from yesterday's losses? They still dare to come looking for death!

"What's on Daeguro Island?" I've lost all interest in enjoying myself.

"There are some people lurking..." The huge screen has switched to a satellite thermal image of Daeguro Island. Besides several large buildings, it instantly marks the locations of over 100 people lurking around them, even on the beach and underwater. Most appear to be snipers from the Marine Corps or counter-terrorism units.

They seem to be very well concealed; the thermal images are not very noticeable. Some would have been completely undetectable if it weren't for the heat leakage caused by breathing through their mouths and noses. This also shows that my satellite is no ordinary vessel.

Of course, even if they turned into stones, I could still detect them with my true energy. Unfortunately, I can't detect beyond 18 kilometers yet… uh… my detection ability seems to have improved again.

Hua Xiu was already buried between my legs, diligently sucking and swallowing my big treasure. Unfortunately, I had no mood for this!

However, I didn't let Hua Xiu stop; I quietly considered how to deal with this situation later.

"Lock onto all military targets around Daeguro Island!" I ordered.

"Yes! What's the range?"

"A radius of 100 kilometers centered on Daeguro Island!"

"Yes!" The satellite thermal imaging immediately displayed the situation within a 100-kilometer radius centered on Daeguro Island, and instantly various military targets were locked in bright colors.

While I was considering whether to have Hua Xiu accompany me or let her continue piloting the "Anywhere Bed" to eliminate the surrounding threats, my true energy was already able to detect the true situation of Daeguro Island.

Daeguro Island seemed to be a prison, specifically for holding illegal immigrants. Three massive prison main buildings were filled with illegal immigrants from various ethnic groups. Even without looking at the signs, it was clear that Chinese illegal immigrants made up the majority, with the largest group coming from the coastal areas of Fujian. But I had a feeling this prison had another purpose; otherwise, why would there be several interrogation rooms, either underground or in annex buildings, filled with various torture instruments? Strangely, they were all clean and new, as if they had never been used. No! My angry and battered Uncle Shi was tied to a torture table in a basement, surrounded by 17 Japanese men. One of them was about to inject Uncle Shi with some kind of liquid.

I was instantly filled with rage. Ignoring the agreed time (37 seconds left on the countdown), I immediately channeled my inner energy towards the Japanese man who was about to inject Uncle Shi. Instantly, the man turned the syringe back and plunged it into his own eye.

With a scream, the Japanese man's left eyeball was pierced by the needle, but the syringe continued to be injected until the unknown liquid was completely injected. Only then did I release my grip on him. The remaining Japanese soldiers finally came to their senses, their shock and confusion quickly spreading with fear.

They clearly understood what was happening and what was about to happen, and most tried to run, scrambling to escape through the door.

Of course, I wouldn't let them have their way. Using my usual methods, I did the same thing again. The remaining 16 men present—whether they had been recording, filming, observing the equipment (regarding my tenth uncle's condition), or in command—all had their hands and feet severed. Amidst screams and groans, the camera fell and shattered, and all communication lines and equipment were rendered useless. The man whose eyeball had been injected, in his frantic running, hit his head and collapsed, but fortunately, he didn't die. So I made him suffer the same fate as his comrades.

My tenth uncle, after his initial shock, was overjoyed, laughing and cursing. When he realized his bound hands and feet could move freely, he jumped off the execution platform, tore off the patches on his body, limped to the wall, took a spiked club, and began his blood-for-blood revenge.

Judging from Uncle Ten's ruthlessness, one can tell how badly he had been treated. Moreover, the fact that he rose to the position of head of the Yamaguchi-gumi's Kyoto branch proves he's no saint. With

Uncle Ten's safety not a concern for the time being, I shifted my attention elsewhere.

The floors and walls of the interrogation room appeared deliberately and unusually clean. In a secluded annex on the ground was a strange incinerator, seemingly unused for a long time. In the open-air playground, seven men and one woman were tied to concrete pillars, but the twelve pillars looked recently erected; pillars that had been exposed to the elements for some time would look very different at their base, especially torture pillars. They all had whip marks, which appeared to have been there for some time. All seven men and one woman were of Asian descent. Except for two men who looked Southeast Asian, I guessed the other five were Chinese based on their clothing, hairstyles, and appearance. One of the Chinese men had been beaten the worst; his face was swollen, making his already thin and ugly appearance even worse. Thankfully, he had already fainted, while the others shivered in the cold Hokkaido wind. The sight

of Chinese people being treated this way filled me with immense anger and rage.

Ten seconds later, both the Japanese prison guards and the snipers lying in ambush around the prison were all slowly sliced to pieces by me; with current medical technology, there was no way to save them.

The "Any Bed" finally hovered over Daikokushima Prison.

"Hana-shu, I can get down myself. You're in charge of eliminating these locked targets." I had already put my "big treasure" back into my pants.

"Yes! My lord! Be careful!" Hana-shu's eyes, though submissive, were filled with tenderness and care.

I nodded and said nothing more, closing the cover of my "Micro-Intelligence" armband. It was somewhat like a martial arts gauntlet, but the metallic patterns on the surface of "Micro-Intelligence" looked even more ferocious, like a monster coiled around my arm, gleaming coldly. However, as Hana-shu opened the door for me, I had already pulled up my sleeve to cover myself.

My appearance changed again, and I turned back coldly, saying, "Don't hold back!" before leaping down.

"Yes!" Hana-shu closed the door and flew towards the Hokkaido mainland; the armed helicopters and artillery there were probably Hana-shu's primary threat.

I didn't land on the prison roof; instead, I deliberately glided down to the open-air playground.

Before my feet touched solid ground, I had already broken the ropes binding the seven men and one woman to the pillars. Some fell, some knelt, staggering and filled with doubt and uncertainty. When they saw me descending from the sky, they were even more terrified.

But in an instant, I could see their relationships: the two Southeast Asians were clearly acquaintances, supporting each other; the only woman was huddled tightly in the arms of a man, indicating they were either husband and wife or lovers; the unconscious Chinese man was being supported by another strong Chinese man, so they seemed to be together as well; the last two thin Chinese men didn't know each other, but they cleverly hid behind the pillars.

I wanted to ask them how they got there, but then I thought, what business is it of mine? They were pitiful, but who told them to leave their homes and smuggle themselves into Japan, knowing full well that the Japanese were scoundrels, yet… Oh well, I've already set them free; the rest is up to them. Moreover, the feeling of being spied on, like I had on the Diaoyu Islands, returned. I imagine there are US and Japanese surveillance satellites watching me from the sky right now. I wonder how effective those spy satellites will be in the darkness. Besides, I've changed my appearance and am no longer afraid of being recognized. But in this situation, I can't worry about these Chinese stowaways. I myself need to be careful, lest I be wiped out by some advanced weapon at any moment. Their presence with me would only harm them. At most, I'll get them a boat. With that thought, I turned and headed towards the main prison building in the middle. I truly regretted not having Hua Sao order the US and Japanese spy satellites to be taken out first.

As I entered the main gate, all the prison's iron doors were already open. Those who weren't asleep and those who had just woken up stared curiously at the wide-open iron doors, probably wondering what tricks the Japanese prison guards were up to now. Those who weren't awake would likely wake up soon.

Seeing that Uncle Ten was still venting his anger, I transmitted my voice, "Uncle Ten! Okay, let's leave here!"

Hearing my voice, Uncle Ten finally snapped out of his rage and asked suspiciously, "Little Dragon! Is that you? Where are you?"

At this moment, Hana Xiu, who had already flown over Hokkaido, was piloting the "Any Bed" and firing at ground targets. I was initially a little worried about whether the "Any Bed" could withstand the test of fighting against a hundred enemies, but seeing its powerful strength, long-range attack capabilities, and astonishing defensive and evasive abilities, I was overjoyed. It was simply a one-sided massacre: whether it was armed helicopters or missile launchers, military radar, ground tanks, or warships, they were all reduced to scrap metal in an instant by the "Any Bed's" attacks. The most exaggerated thing about the "Any Bed" was that it could attack several targets in different directions at the same time, and the most terrifying thing was the enormous destructive power of its weapons of mass destruction. It was just a pity that it carried too few. It was so satisfying and exhilarating to watch! All of this was being controlled efficiently by the "Microcrystal" intelligent system of the "Any Bed," which completely cleared all locked targets from the 10 o'clock to 12 o'clock position and was now attacking clockwise, disappearing from my detection range. However, the "Micro Intelligence" on my arm displayed the battle situation of the "Any Bed" in real time.

"Uncle Ten! It's me. You're in the basement now. Come out quickly, walk 50 meters to the left, there's an elevator there, I'll wait for you up there."

"Ah! Great! Little Dragon! I'm coming." Uncle Ten was overjoyed and used his spiked club as a cane.

I secretly circulated my true energy around Uncle Ten, which should help his wounds and pain.

Of course, I didn't let my guard down around Dahei Island, especially in the east, south, and west directions. Although the "Any Bed" was clearing them out, there was no guarantee that there wouldn't be any missiles or naval guns. But what could I do to prevent it?

The "Any Bed" was busy... What else could I use... Right! Although I don't know how many of the satellites in the sky are for my use, they are certainly more advanced than those of the US and Japan. Perhaps I can eliminate them first, essentially blinding the US and Japan and preventing them from guiding and locating missiles. I wonder if this "Micro Intelligence" can contact my satellites in the sky.

So I rolled up my sleeves and tried calling out directly without opening the arm cover: "Micro Intelligence! Are you there?"

"Yes! What do you need?" A three-dimensional image of Hua Sao appeared above the arm cover, about the height of a palm, moving with my arm. It turned out that the circular pattern in the center of the arm cover, which resembled both a Bagua formation and an abstract dragon pattern, was actually the image projection port. However, it was entirely made of metal, without a single piece of glass, yet it could project images.

Truly advanced!

I didn't forget my business and asked, "Can you contact our satellites?"

"Yes! What do you need to do?"

"Take down the spy satellites of the US and Japan that are monitoring us! Can you do that?"

"Yes!" Instantly, a strong radio wave was emitted, very different from the radio waves I usually felt. As for the difference, I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

"At the same time, monitor the warships and fighter jets around Dahei Island for possible attacks on Dahei Island. If any threat is detected, neutralize it immediately!"

"Yes! Anything else?"

"No! You can 'go down' now!"

"Yes." The 3D image of "Hua Sao" then disappeared.

The underground wasn't deep, and the elevator Uncle Shi was in quickly came up.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Uncle Shi, leaning on his spiked club, saw me and happily laughed, "Good lad! Uncle Shi almost lost his life..."

Before he could finish speaking, I quickly stepped forward to support Uncle Shi, saying guiltily, "I'm sorry! Uncle Shi! Xiao Long dragged you into this..." I couldn't help but shed tears.

"Silly boy! It's alright! Uncle Shi is fine, isn't he? We Hua family men shed blood but not tears!" Uncle Shi grabbed my neck tightly and shook it, laughing, "You've grown up! You're stronger than Uncle Shi! Good!!" He looked extremely gratified.

To reassure Uncle Shi, I said, "Auntie and the others have probably been rescued by now."

Uncle Shi could no longer hold back his tears, but he tried his best to hold them back, and said excitedly, "Thank you! Young man! Uncle Shi is so sorry for them, for making them suffer. Are they alright?"

"Okay! It's alright! Anyone who dared to bully them is probably already in hell." I supported Uncle Shi's waist.

"Okay! Let's fight our way out!" Uncle Shi casually put his arm around my shoulder, looking as spirited as Mark Gor from "A Better Tomorrow," maybe only missing a trench coat. The spiked club he wielded exuded a heroic air. But he didn't know there was no one left to kill outside.

As I helped Uncle Shi out the gate, everyone outside, except for the still unconscious man and the strong man who was pinching his philtrum, was searching for a way out of the prison. The man and woman were huddled together, keeping each other warm. "Micro Intelligence" showed that "Any Bed" had cleared the target at 3 o'clock and was now heading towards the target at 5 o'clock, mainly the USS Kitty Hawk aircraft carrier.

I waved my free left hand forward, and the prison's large iron gate, along with the walls, collapsed outwards, as fragile as a child's building blocks.

The loud crash startled everyone present—oh, no, except for the still unconscious Chinese man. This naturally alerted the illegal immigrants imprisoned in the three prison buildings, who rushed to the windows to see what was happening, and those who were sleeping were gradually awakened by the noise.

Uncle Shi was also shocked by my actions; he stared at me, mouth agape, unable to speak for a long time, and his spiked club had been thrown away at some point.

The prison gradually erupted into chaos. Many people were venting their anger on the still-breathing prison guards, while others were fighting each other—Chinese against Southeast Asians, and Chinese against Chinese—using basins, toothbrushes, chairs, and even batons taken from the guards. Of course, many more people, laughing and shouting, surged out of the prison gates like a tide, heading towards the collapsed prison wall.

At this moment, I saw on my "micro-smart" system that a large number of fighter jets were taking off from the 9 o'clock direction, at the Self-Defense Forces' Eishō-tun Air Base, heading menacingly towards Daikoku Island.

And something strange was still happening; the feeling of being spied on persisted. Had my satellite failed? Had it failed to destroy the American and Japanese spy satellites?

Just as I was about to help these compatriots who longed for freedom get some fishing boats or other civilian vessels, a sudden, enormous, mysterious force violently slammed my tenth uncle and me into the prison building wall. Before we could even feel the pain, the impact of our fall, or react, that force, like a giant, invisible hand, gripped us tightly in mid-air. The feeling was like being 2000 meters below the surface of the ocean; the immense pressure made it hard to breathe. Fortunately, I had instinctively activated my internal energy to protect myself, and besides, I had been using my true energy to probe my surroundings, so my reaction speed was relatively fast. However, the first impact with the wall had truly injured me, and only now was the pain starting to hit me.

But my tenth uncle wasn't so lucky. I heard the sound of bones breaking when he hit the wall, and then, crushed by that immense force, he was completely mangled, a bloody mess.

I knew this wasn't the time for grief and lamentation, because I felt my life was under unprecedented threat, and I could end up like my tenth uncle at any moment. I could only desperately try to increase my internal energy to resist this immense pressure, because the pressure was constantly increasing.

I could only use all my internal energy to resist, but I had no power to fight back, and the feeling of death was gradually approaching.

I felt like I couldn't hold on any longer; I felt like I was in a 20,000-meter-deep trench.

"Hahaha! Stupid Chinese pig! Die! How does this feel? Hahaha!" The "Chinese" who had been unconscious appeared in front of me out of thin air. His Chinese was really bad.

Damn it! It was a Japanese in disguise. This was the real trap. Unfortunately, I didn't have any strength left to answer or curse him because I had to resist his pressure with all my might. And this power wasn't internal energy; it must be mental power! I never thought mental power could be so powerful. I regret not having properly studied and researched it. This Japanese guy got cocky! I'm so angry! This ugly and despicable Japanese devil! What are you laughing at? I'll make you pay later.

"Hahaha! I am the 'Great God' of the Great Japanese Special Ability Force! May I ask your name?" So he was the "Great God." He looked at me smugly, speechless, and laughed loudly, "Oh! I forgot you can't speak! Hahaha! Well, I'll just have to cripple you first before I can interrogate you properly!" I

immediately felt the pressure on my eyes increase dramatically; he wanted to blind me. I quickly closed my eyes, clenched my eyelids to protect them, and increased my internal energy resistance, also closing my other four orifices (ears and nostrils) to cover the relatively vulnerable ear canals and nasal cavity. After all, internal energy circulates within my body; my body speaks for itself.

Seeing that this had no effect, the "god" began to target the blood vessels and nerves in my neck. I had no choice but to increase the resistance of my blood vessels and simultaneously shrink my neck, strengthening the neck muscles to protect the blood vessels and other transport channels, resisting his mental power. Seeing that this also had no effect, he probably became enraged and tried to tear me apart, even targeting my private parts, intending to "dismember me."

However, the human body has a stronger ability to resist tearing. Just as a strongman can drag a locomotive or a large truck, but might not withstand a light bump from a train, I was relatively relaxed because I had internal energy circulating to protect me. But to conserve my strength and have a chance to retaliate, I resisted the enormous tearing force while slowly and tightly curling myself into a ball. The internal energy circulated within this ball of space, making it both effortless and plentiful. After all, round objects are best at resisting external forces, like the steel ball inside a wheel axle. Now I seemed to be that steel ball, waiting for an opportunity to retaliate.

The futile and helpless "great god" began to rage, spinning me at high speed, trying to dazzle me, and then slamming me against the stone wall and concrete floor like a squash ball, trying to kill me. But the result was that I shattered the stone wall and smashed the concrete floor.

Although I had internal energy protecting me, I still felt excruciating pain, but fortunately I could still barely hold on.

But if this continued, I didn't know whether my internal energy would run out first, or whether this futile "great god" would run out of mental energy first.

Being on the defensive is always disadvantageous for me.

Damn it! This damn Japanese "god" is ruthless! He keeps throwing and smashing me against sharp objects, even bringing in several large-caliber sniper rifles to shoot at me.

Fortunately, I've gradually been able to expand my protective shield outwards, making these anti-material rifles, capable of penetrating armored vehicles, much less powerful after passing through my shield. My skin, protected by abundant true energy, is as tough as steel, both flexible and resilient, a perfect balance of strength and flexibility, enough to withstand attacks from bullets with little power. Of

course, I must admit that if I hadn't absorbed a large amount of power from the Flower Ninja today, greatly increasing my strength, I would definitely be dead by now. Fate is predetermined, beyond human control. With

increased confidence, I relaxed considerably, and my defensive strength increased rather than decreased. This is what's called strategically despising the enemy while tactically taking them seriously. I also know that people progress fastest under pressure and are more likely to break through their limits. After this incident, I believe my skills and level of understanding will experience a qualitative leap. A relaxed state of mind makes it easier to calm down and think carefully about how to further enhance myself, break through my limits, improve my safety, and find and create opportunities to eliminate my opponents.

At this moment, in my peaceful state of mind, I am not affected by the scattered, incomplete bodies of the Chinese people around me, including my tenth uncle's corpse, because I know that anger, sorrow, and madness are useless. Only strength is king, eliminating opponents and destroying enemies is the truth, and that is what I should be doing now.

What's so great about mental power! Several of my subordinate Hua Ren possess mental abilities; I even saved "mental power" expert Ko Luna. There's no reason they can't, and I'm no less capable than them. Although I haven't truly cultivated it, I've seen the unique features of their pineal glands, neurons, and bioelectricity, and I can roughly guess the possible relationships and operations between them. Moreover, the description of "intentional" techniques in the "Male Superiority Yang Gong" secret manual has given me a clearer understanding of how the human brain's extraordinary reactions can connect with, influence, and even manipulate many unseen energies in the universe.

Now, lives are at stake, the fate of my Hua family, and even the happiness of my women. Of course, I must immediately devote all my efforts to learning, understanding, and mastering mental power in order to fight against and ultimately eliminate this ugly scum. This damned "god's" mental power is now my ready-made research subject.

The force that oppresses and attacks me is like atmospheric pressure, yet possesses a tangible resilience. It's similar in form and nature to my true energy, yet vastly different. This energy is as boundless and endless as the ocean, but my true energy can withstand it.

Look, this ugly, vulgar, disgusting scum's face is swollen and blue, and his sneer is even more hideous. His attacks are becoming increasingly vicious and cruel; now he's trying to shatter and disintegrate my body. But my true energy is constantly circulating and swirling inside and outside my body, spinning violently and powerfully at high speed, faster and faster, like a spinning top—no! To be precise, it's more like a polishing wheel. Spinning at high speed, anything that comes into contact with it is either bounced off or polished and worn down.

I also discovered that the effect is even better if my body rotates along with it, so I turned the tables. Now, even sniper bullets can't penetrate my rotating shield. This infuriated the "master" bastard, who simply threw away his sniper rifle. However, he no longer dared to throw me around, because if I was thrown carelessly while spinning at high speed, I might suddenly change direction like a ping-pong ball after contact, drifting in any unexpected direction, or even escape his control. That would be my chance to counterattack, so from that moment on, the bastard tightly controlled me in the air.

Wait a minute! Wasn't I supposed to be stuck in place, unable to see my surroundings because my true energy couldn't break through his psychic ability barrier? And my eyes were closed the whole time, so how could I see this bastard's face, and the gruesome scene of dismembered corpses scattered everywhere? What's going on? Have I unlocked a new ability? This ability seems unrelated to my true energy. The scene I'm "seeing" now is very different from the image my true energy detects. The image I'm "seeing" now seems unstable, floating, like an unstable television screen. Although it's three-dimensional, the color resolution isn't very clear. However, I have a deeper understanding of the energy flow in space—yes, an understanding!

Could it be that I've developed a special physical ability, like clairvoyance? Or perhaps a spiritual clairvoyance? Like Tong Zixiong's "super hearing" or Huang Tong's "telepathy."

Never mind! Whatever it is, its usage and energy form should be similar to mental power, which means I'm closer to a real superpower. Because my clairvoyance can penetrate the barrier of the "great god's" mental power and "see" him, while he seems to have made no discovery, it means the energy form of this superpower... uh... never mind, I won't think about it for now. I should get out of this predicament as soon as possible.

Damn it! This bastard "great god" is controlling me towards the generator room; it seems he wants to shock me with a strong current. That bastard is so insidious! I don't know if I can withstand the electric shock right now.

Calm down! I must stay calm!

Right! Can't I see the "Great God"? I'll study how he uses his psychic abilities first.

Sure enough, I saw the "Great God's" brain react intensely. From the pineal gland to the central nervous system and then to the cerebral cortex, the chemical and bioelectric reactions were millions of times stronger than ordinary people. Upon closer inspection, I immediately noticed that it was radiating light, so bright it was dazzling. Around it, countless lightning-like arcs of electricity danced like octopus tentacles, extremely terrifying, and of course, showing immense power. However, this was invisible to ordinary people. But my "clairvoyance" could see that a large amount of red, white, and orange energy flowed towards it, merging and then turning into dark red energy, which surged out through his arms, attacking me. Therefore, I was surrounded by dark red energy, tightly and densely enveloping me. At the same time, I also saw many dark red energy flows surrounding the "great god's" body, clearly protecting him, just like my true qi shield. I also saw that it was this energy flow that allowed him to resist the effects of Earth's gravity and float in the air.

I could also see that the Earth's magnetic field energy was dark gray, constantly flowing downwards, but at this moment it was distorted and chaotic around us, somewhat like water being churned by a waterfall.

Then I discovered something strange and interesting: my "Heavenly Eye" didn't extend outwards like my true qi's probe, where everything it passed through—large and small, near and far, inside and out—was clearly visible. My "Heavenly Eye" was like a moving camera, controlled by thought; it could only see clearly where it was moved. However, the "Heavenly Eye" seemed to have many peculiar functions; for example, it could be changed at will, allowing me to see whatever type of scene I wanted, such as spectra, heat, smells, magnetic fields, and gravity. Looking at

the scenes created by my own true qi, they were completely different from what I saw when using true qi to probe. The true energy flowing through my body had turned into a deep blue energy stream, far denser and more powerful than the energy stream activated by the "Great God's" mental power. That's why he couldn't break through, and he's been helpless against me ever since. But I can't break out either. First, I don't want to risk splitting my forces, and second, I don't want to easily alert him; I must strike decisively, ensuring a fatal blow. Besides, I genuinely can't break out right now.

So, we've reached a stalemate, which is why this damned "Great God" is so eager to find another way to deal with me. Is his mental energy about to exceed its limit, making it impossible to continue? Is that why he's so desperate to determine a winner?

What should I do? I can't take the initiative and let the stalemate continue. Moreover, my "Heavenly Eye" ability seems to be a support-type ability, without offensive capabilities.

What should I do? Several seconds have passed, the generator room is getting closer, but I'm completely helpless.

Can my rotating true energy shield provide insulation? Hmm! It seems so. Even bullets, poison gas, and heat can't penetrate or conduct, so it must be insulating. Electricity needs wires to conduct, and lightning needs humid air to conduct. My true energy shield is vacuum-sealed and dry. Hmm! This fool, idiot, moron, and incompetent trash, what can you do to me!

Right, should I try to get an electric shock and see if it can greatly increase my power, cause cell mutation, genetic evolution, and a flood of superpowers, making me an invincible superman?

Forget it! Too risky, I have no chance at all. It might cause my nerves to slow down and malfunction, my body to become paralyzed, my true energy to stop circulating, and my shield to disappear. That would be a disaster! No way!

I'll think of another way later!

The door to the generator room shattered and scattered instantly. The power generation equipment inside was running, mainly supplying the electric grid on the prison wall, in addition to powering the prison's lighting and equipment. The prison wall was damaged by my attack, causing a short circuit in the grid, and the power switch here tripped.

What to do? The covers protecting the power equipment were all blown off, exposing the metal conductors inside, and even the thick power lines had their insulation stripped away. It seems my plan to use a protective shield for insulation and wait for the enemy to strike is useless. This damn "god" will inevitably try to penetrate my shield with two electric wires. Even if I, spinning at high speed, grind and wear down the electric wires like a sander, I will eventually come into contact with them. Unfortunately, I don't have the power to destroy the generator right now.

Damn it! Bring it on! Do you think I'm afraid of you?

I make a final effort to observe and study my own brain. The pineal gland has already swelled slightly, and the bioelectrical reactions generated and transmitted by neurons are unusually intense, with very active chemical reactions, but it's still far from reaching the level of the "god."

If I had indiscriminately killed everyone except Uncle Ten when I arrived at Dahei Island, perhaps we wouldn't be in this predicament now. Or perhaps I could have brought a Flower Ninja to keep watch and provide support from the shadows… Bah! Do I, Hua Ruilong, need my men to save me? I can definitely turn the tide on my own. However, if I had ordered "Micro Intelligence" to monitor the area around Dahei Island, including Dahei Island itself, perhaps "Great God" would have been killed by satellite weapons by now. The fact that we haven't seen any fighter jets attacking yet shows it's effective. But I can't verbally ask "Micro Intelligence" for help right now. If it could receive my thoughts through skin conduction, "Micro Intelligence" would be perfect, because I've already tried and it didn't work. Moreover, "Micro Intelligence" withstood the enormous impact and pressure from the beginning, causing varying degrees of damage to its hardware. This shows that "Micro Intelligence's" intelligent system isn't intelligent enough, lacking the ability to assess crises and implement self-defense measures. If this were the case, I would definitely demand that Hua Ruilong improve "Micro Intelligence."

But the current crisis is not yet over. The "master" had already controlled two thick electrical wires, pressing them in from the left and right respectively.

The electric sparks caused by the friction were dazzling and beautiful, but unfortunately, they were brilliant lights of death.

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