Misako and Shizuko were both delighted and worried—truly unexpected that their husband wasn’t afraid of electric shocks. But what if the voltage increased? Would he still be able to hold on? Meanwhile, Yamada gritted his teeth, shouting, “I’ll have you dead! Dead right now!” As he said it, he braced himself and pressed the remote control, only to find it failed. He pressed it repeatedly, but there was no response at all. He then threw the remote into the air, took the high-lighted one himself, and passed it to Shizuko. Shizuko had always been deeply dissatisfied with Yamada. During his time at Tokyo University, he had certainly wooed many women. Fortunately, she and Misako were close lifelong friends, always together, which enabled them to remain chaste and vigilant against campus "colorful" suitors. As soon as Shizuko pressed the number 2 button, Yamada’s body began to convulse violently—worse than before! “380 volts! Three-phase alternating current! You’re dead! See if you dare oppose us any longer!” "Shizuko bit her lip firmly, while Yamada lay on the ground, writhing violently with every button press. With each attempt, Yamada struggled like a mad dog, painfully dragging himself across the floor. "It's impossible! Why does my button press fail every time? It simply can't be!" Yamada cried out, his voice strained and desperate. "Mounta screamed as the two ribs of his lyre were shattered by the bright light. His meridians became disordered and ruptured. From now on, not only would he lose all his martial skills, but even ordinary people would surpass him. After all, his penis—already burst by Misako—had been further scorched by the electric shock, and his two testicles were now reduced to pulp. 'My penis was kicked and then electrified! I've become a eunuch! Our Mounta family will have no heirs! No heirs!' Mounta went mad. With his martial arts skills completely lost, he now moved like a defeated dog, constantly repeating these words. Many of the people who had long suffered under Mounta's tyranny clapped with satisfaction. 'Hmph! Isn't that Mounta? He's always acted arrogantly, relying on his family's strength. This is divine retribution! This is his due!' 'Hmph! How many beautiful women at Tokyo University has this young man ruined? Now, he's become a eunuch! Deserved! Deserved!" "... Some Chinese beginners learning martial arts, who had been bullied by Yamada, were able to give him a solid slap, and immediately, several of Yamada's artificial teeth fell out. When he reached out to pick them up, they were thrown far away. They then gave him another slap and asked, 'Martial arts originate from Shaolin!' Yamada immediately replied, 'Yes! Yes! Chinese martial arts! Amazing! I've seen people even more impressive than Li Ling! Truly amazing!' 'Go! Be reborn somewhere else and practice Chinese martial arts!' Amid the audience's laughter, Yamada lay on the ground, repeatedly saying, 'Yes! Our Japanese martial arts are simply useless! Only Chinese martial arts are truly the best! The best!' Yamada was completely defeated—what a satisfying victory! 'Wives! Let's go!' Gao Liang said, and then led the two beautiful women out. As they stepped out, Gao Liang took the large, flowering snake from the glass container with him." The girls didn't understand it, yet Gao Liang said, "What do you know? Snakes aren't inherently evil—the real danger lies in people, who are far more poisonous!" Mei Hui and Seiko found the statement deeply meaningful. Indeed, while snakes are frightening, human hearts are even more treacherous. Many Japanese men were drooling! The reporters raised their thumbs in admiration, intently focusing on the "most pure and radiant girl group." Highlight took the microphone and addressed the 100,000 audience members in Chinese, while Meguri and Shizuko spoke in Japanese. The three worked seamlessly together, announcing to everyone, "We aim to become the best professional fashion models not just in Tokyo, but throughout Japan!" The announcement immediately drew enthusiastic applause. Yet, a director leading a fashion show troupe from Hokkaido, Japan, stared at Highlight with a deeply dismissive expression. This troupe has long been renowned—many celebrated models and fashion icons have emerged from it—and has consistently ranked at the top of fashion model rankings for years. How, then, could a Chinese woman—reportedly not even a professional—compete for their spotlight? The connections of Xiong Baotian, the head of the floral fashion troupe, are deeply entrenched throughout Japan. This time, with a strategic alliance formed to jointly target Gao Liang—after Gao Liang had disabled Shan Tan's martial arts skills—Shimabara, the then-president of Toyota Motor Corporation and father of Shan Tan, joined forces with Xiong Baotian to devise a treacherous scheme. On this fashion stage, they aimed to completely unseat Gao Liang. Gao Liang became alert, but at this moment, he was overwhelmed—damn it! With only his senior colleague, Lao Zi, in Tokyo, and his three close friends, Jing Jia, and Jin Ying Jia, far away, this was precisely the critical period. If he couldn't showcase his polished performance on stage, all these days of intensive training would have been for nothing—these young ladies were the ones he'd carefully nurtured! Gao Liang realized the urgency. He stimulated his energy points to stay awake, a technique he learned during his time at the Shaolin Temple, and gently massaged both Mei Hui and Jing Zi. "Are you feeling better now?" he asked. Yet, he found that they were even more composed and impressive.