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Chapter 356: Seizing the Wealth and Rescuing the Beauty

I wish to become a god. #359 2/4/2026
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The two beautiful women looked delighted, like two vibrant, fully bloomed flowers, creating a striking visual scene. Originally, visitors had come to enjoy the fresh sea breeze. But with the presence of these two stunning women, everyone's attention had now shifted entirely to them. "Man, one is a Chinese beauty, the other an American beauty—what if both of them become my wives? That'd be a real treat!" The older man wearing glasses gazed at both Dian Mengna and Zhang Yuping, his eyes wide with admiration. At that moment, he gave subtle signals to his younger brothers beside him, who immediately responded. As the crowd paid no attention, several of the younger men rolled iron balls toward the feet of Dian Mengna and Zhang Yuping. "Ah! Ouch!" The two women, relaxed and alert, were suddenly knocked off their feet by the unexpected iron balls, both stumbling down toward the ground. Fortunately, they landed gently on the grass, sustaining only minor injuries. Yet, the sudden incident had clearly startled both of them. The cable car, propelled by its inertia, sped forward, growing farther and farther away from the two beautiful women's eyes. As the two women collapsed, the sunglasses-wearing leader and his several associates also jumped off, colliding with Yang Chao, who stumbled down. Behind Yang Chao, two strong young men leapt off as well. You have to know, the KKK isn't just walking the ground across the entire United States—we're not afraid of anyone! Even President Obama at the White House has to bow to us three times! The boldness and directness of this statement left Diamanda utterly stunned. The KKK is one of America's most renowned Black power organizations, feared by everyone. Diamanda had always worked at Electronic Arts, with little exposure to organized crime—now, suddenly being taken hostage by such a brazen KKK member, how could she not be terrified? She immediately clutched her chest tightly, pleading with the big men, "Please don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!" Yet, the more she insisted, the more the big men grew eager. Goodness, such a poised American woman—right here, right now—being taken out and dealt with, and this Chinese woman too. The KKK leader, holding up Zhang Yuping's chin with one hand, gazing at her face—so stunning, so captivating to men everywhere—admired her with a soft whistle. "Wow!" The Chinese Venus! With the American Moon Goddess by my side, sharing every moment—what a treat! As soon as she said that, she started making moves on Zhang Yuping. Zhang Yuping was a graceful, chaste beauty who wouldn’t easily yield. But this older man in glasses was strong and powerful—Zhang Yuping, delicate and frail, soon got pushed down into the grassy thicket. The man began tearing at her clothes. Zhang Yuping cried out in panic. In her distress, she noticed Yang Chao was present and immediately shouted, "Yang Chao! Quick! Quick! Save me! Save me!" Yet Yang Chao dared not move—he was being watched closely by the two big men, who were now playing with their daggers, their eyes fixed on him. Even when the daggers hadn’t yet aimed at him, Yang Chao had to pee. He immediately bowed low, head bowed like a pressed garlic, saying, "Respected gentlemen, I know the reputation of the 3K Party! If you let me go, I will be eternally grateful!" "Having said that, he flipped open his coat pocket and handed over a stack of colorful U.S. dollars to the two big men. Seeing the money, the two men accepted it and then shouted, "Get out!" Yang Chao had been waiting for exactly that phrase, so he hurried past Zhang Yuping, though as he passed, he pretended to Zhang Yuping, "I'll come and save you right away!" How fake! When faced with robbers, he ran faster than a rabbit. But just as he reached thirty meters away, the man wearing glasses suddenly bellowed, "Come back here!" Yang Chao's legs instantly went stiff, and he dared not move forward an inch. The roar from the glasses-wearing man caused Yang Chao's urine to flow once again into his pants, now damp. "Strip her naked in front of everyone!" the glasses-wearing man commanded. Yang Chao looked crestfallen, hesitating slightly, but the man kicked him hard—right in the stomach—so that Yang Chao cried out, "Oh, help! Help!" "If you don't move faster, I'm going to kick your jeez right off!" As soon as杨超 heard he was going to have his jeez kicked, he immediately went rigid, trembling all over, and reached out to Zhang Yuping with shaking hands. "Don't blame me! I'm being forced! I'm being forced!" Zhang Yuping, in despair, closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks, silently lamenting, "What a pity! What a pity! I'd rather break like jade than survive like pottery. My body is pure—no one shall tread upon it!" Then, Zhang Yuping reached for her throat to commit suicide, but suddenly, Yang Chao's hand, like a piece of wood severed, dropped with a loud thud. "Ah! My goodness!" Yang Chao's hand was struck by an iron ball, blood gushing from the back of his hand, and tears streaming down his face. The glasses-wearing leader immediately roared, "Who? Come out!" With a swift motion, two strong young men stepped forward—members of the Gold and Silver Armor Guard. Among them, Li Xiang in the Golden Armor shouted at the glasses-wearing leader, "Get out "Don't move our lord's lady-in-waiting!" Wow! So familiar. Hey, these are the gold-and-silver guards from the husband's household—if they've arrived, the husband should be nearby. At this moment, Daina's situation is also perilous, as three strong men have grown increasingly lustful, surrounding her. Daina is desperately calling out in alarm, as the men's hands are reaching toward her chest. "No! If you take another step, I'll die right before your eyes!" Daina removes a white-gold hairpin from her head and prepares to stab it into her throat. Yet the three men remain motionless, their eyes glowing with lust, gazing at the beauty of the Moon Goddess of all America, each one drooling with admiration. Daina looks absolutely stunning in every pose—especially when she holds the hairpin to her throat, presenting such a poignant, irresistible plea for death. The three strong men were completely captivated by Daimona's beauty and had entirely forgotten that Daimona had truly come seeking death. In fact, as she murmured, "Gao Liang! I can't stay with you anymore!" just as she was about to vanish into the distance, the three men cried out in agony—ah-oh! Oh my!—their cries sounding like those of a pig being slaughtered. Daimona immediately opened her eyes and saw: wow! A robust Eastern man had effortlessly managed to trip and knock down the three men with some skill. Oh my goodness! The ground beneath the three men had turned into a marsh—thanks to Chen Zixue, Gao Liang's silver-armored guardian, who had activated his unique ability of water plus fire equals marsh. Instantly, the ground became muddy, and as the men moved, they sank deeper and deeper, now submerged right up to their thighs. What a marvel! How astonishing! Daimona expressed her gratitude to Chen Zixue in fluent English, yet Chen Zixue only smiled and said, "You are the noble Daimona Miss! We already knew your distinguished name before you arrived in America!" "If you don't mind, could I please have your signature?" Daimengna happily agreed, and soon a signature card was handed to Chen Zixue. At that moment, the scene shifted to a confrontation between Jinjia Li Xiang and the glasses-wearing elder. The glasses-wearing elder signaled several younger associates to raise their iron poles and join the attack, and the younger men "ah!" in unison, forming a circular formation that encircled Li Xiang at the center. As Li Xiang, the high-profile bodyguard known for his exceptional skills, was a senior energy-user who surpassed Chen Zixue in energy abilities, he only needed to demonstrate his prowess. When the younger men's iron poles came charging toward him, Li Xiang skillfully dodged and weaved, leaping up and down, and the poles swept through the air, striking nothing—after a long while of vigorous effort, not even a single hair of his was touched. Then, when the younger men were finally exhausted, Li Xiang launched a decisive move.