"Ha ha ha! Did you really think I'd do this?" Peter completely lost his temper. How could he possibly regurgitate the large piece of meat he'd just swallowed—especially when he himself didn't want to? "Peter, if you don't openly admit your mistakes, you're finished!" Denise said firmly. At that moment, Peter's eyes twinkled, and he feigned enthusiasm. "Alright! Let's go back to Electronic Arts and call Kenneth. I'll honestly report all my shortcomings!" Peter was a master of pretense, exceptionally skilled at masking his true intentions. Denise truly believed him. Once they got into the car, however, she immediately regretted it. It turned out that Peter had been driving at full speed, heading in the exact opposite direction of Electronic Arts. "Peter! Stop! Stop right now! Where are you taking me? Where are we going? You fool!" No matter how many times Denise commanded him, Peter remained resolute. The scene now shifts to Zhang Yuping. Zhang Yuping, exhausted from being tied for so long, was just about to step out of the abandoned factory when Bower followed behind her. At a corner, Bower revealed his murderous intent, drawing a hatchet from his waist and swiftly striking Zhang Yuping without warning. If the blow landed, she would surely be dead. Suddenly, Zhang Yuping felt herself being embraced and rolled onto the ground. "Thud!" The hatchet struck where she had been standing, its sharp edge plunging 10 centimeters into the ground, sending a flurry of dust into the air. "Ah!" Zhang Yuping gasped in shock, realizing the hatchet was so close—almost as if it had struck her directly. "Husband! Don't be afraid! You're safe!" A familiar voice calmed her. Her husband had arrived! She was thrilled. Bower, now furious, shouted, "Brothers! Move in! Quickly! Take out that man!" As soon as Bao gave the order, ten tall, robust men burst out from nearby—each one a strong fighter. Their faces were stern, armed with various weapons. They encircled Gao Liang and Zhang Yупing tightly, forming an impenetrable barrier, like a solid iron drum. Zhang Yупing naturally felt afraid, since her husband had to face ten opponents while also protecting her—she had no confidence at all and thus became anxious and tense. Yet Gao Liang didn't regard these junior warriors as anything significant. Wearing sunglasses and maintaining a composed, serious expression, he addressed the ten men: "Clear the way. Don't provoke me. Otherwise, I'll kill each and every one of you without mercy!" Gao Liang spoke in English. Zhang Yупing, an outstanding student in the foreign languages department at Kyoto University, had lived in the United States for seven months, and thus had excellent English skills—enough to communicate fluently with people of all kinds in various settings across the country. She heard her husband's speech, though not perfectly pronounced, and yet his tone carried a sense of dignity and an unyielding authority. The ten bodyguards were stunned, but Bower shouted at them, "What are you all standing there for? Move! Charge! Attack! Kill him! The master has promised great rewards!" Upon hearing of the rewards, the ten bodyguards, no longer hesitating, charged straight toward Gao Liang and Zhang Yuping. United as one, they believed they could bring down this seemingly ordinary young man—yet they were completely mistaken. Gao Liang had concealed his true identity; he had already cultivated into the genuine God of Light in the universe. In a contest between god and man, it would be a matter of wisdom and strength—there was no doubt about the outcome. Bower had expected the young man to meet a terrible end, but instead, Gao Liang looked upon it with disdain and simply said, "Too slow! Not impressive at all!" Zhang Yuping, however, saw ten attendants advancing from different directions at once and felt extremely afraid, urgently turning to her husband and saying, "Hurry up, hide! It's so dangerous! Move quickly!" Yu Rong grew pale, her body trembling like a blooming branch. In contrast, Gao Liang remained completely still—unmoved by the storm, as calm as a mountain. With his eyes closed, he could feel the weapons coming from all ten directions through his senses. To her astonishment, the weapons of all ten attackers suddenly flew out of their hands. When she looked at Gao Liang, he merely exerted a slight effort, compressing the weapons into scraps of iron. No—he continued pressing, shaping them into twisted strands. "Ah? Did I just go blind?" one attendant rubbed his eyes again. Another attendant was in sheer awe, exclaiming, "This is truly miraculous! Has a deity descended from heaven?" "We must hurry and get out!" one attendant began to flee. "Where can we go?" "Shouted fiercely, hurling the iron helix toward the fleeing fighter. "Ah!" cried out the fighter, collapsing and dying instantly. The nine thugs, seeing one of their own fall, grew even more terrified. Yet Bower continued to roar, "Get up! Charge! I've got cash here!" As he spoke, he casually tossed a stack of U.S. bills into the air. Seeing the money, the nine fighters' eyes lit up. They rushed to grab the bills. Bower laughed heartily, saying, "There's more! As long as you knock out that young man, each of you will receive one hundred thousand dollars! How about that? One hundred thousand dollars!" Hearing the generous reward, the nine thugs, now truly willing to risk their lives for the money, became determined. "Husband! They're like nine starving wolves—let's get out of here quickly!" Zhang Yeping said, expressing her growing concern. Though her husband was strong, she believed anyone, no matter how skilled, could make a mistake. And she certainly didn't want her beloved husband to suffer even a single injury. Gao Liang smiled brightly, pinched his big wife’s delicate nose gently, and said, “Don’t worry! I originally intended to let them off with a mild reprimand. But these people—demanding money while ignoring their own lives—have effectively sealed their own fate. I can’t blame them!” Turning to Zhang Yупing, he added, “Let’s dance! Let’s soar through the air!” And with that, he wrapped his arms around her slender frame and began spinning her rapidly. The movements were swift—Gao Liang used Zhang Yупing as his primary weapon, circling her with her foot as the center of rotation, drawing a graceful arc. “Ah! Oh! My goodness!” The nine bodyguards were pierced by the sharp tips of Zhang Yупing’s high-heeled shoes, their eyes stinging with pain, and they cried out in distress, wailing in unison. To Gao Liang, those cries sounded like the most beautiful music he had ever heard. As for Zhang Yупing, she was utterly astonished—what on earth had she done? She hadn’t expected her high heels to be transformed into such an effective weapon, so efficiently neutralizing these very ungrateful assailants. Seeing her nine bodyguards all gasping and crying out in sheer delight, she naturally felt thrilled. "My husband is amazing!" Zhang Yупing was being held close by her husband. With a soft kiss, high-light felt his face gently kissed by his wife—such a heavenly sensation! He chuckled happily. Once again, he had been rewarded by his big wife.