It seems today has been truly fortunate—not only did we humble our opponents, but we also secured a beautiful reward from the ladies. A solid win on both wealth and charm! We've left our rivals gasping in disbelief. Seeing the nine fighters all with panda eyes, Baur was deeply worried. He never expected anyone to be so formidable, yet he remained undaunted, shouting at the fighters, "Come on! Move! Charge in! Just bite him each one of you, and he'll be finished! Then, the master will reward you handsomely—$1 million each!" Upon hearing the promise of a $1 million reward, the nine fighters completely forgot about their own safety, charging forward with full determination. One fighter was just a hair's breadth away from bruising Zhang Yuping's delicate face. Zhang Yuping, like a startled bird, kept darting toward Gao Liang's arms. Gao Liang embraced his beloved, enjoying the soothing massage of his wife's body, while the intoxicating fragrance of her body filled his senses, leaving him utterly delighted. Gaoliang is in great spirits lately, enjoying a warm and close relationship with his primary wife. He's truly sensing a fresh sense of purity, a distinct charm and elegance in her—qualities that make him believe she's perfectly suited to become an international film star. After all, she's a top-tier beauty at the level of a campus star. However, due to various circumstances, she is currently fully committed and deeply engaged in her ambitious journey of revitalizing and re-establishing the "I Want to Become a God" enterprise. Like the third wife, Chen Yuting, she's a career-driven woman—practical, grounded, and diligent. The recent performance of the "I Want to Become a God" automotive group would not have achieved its turnaround without her meticulous, tireless, and consistent efforts. She is not only beautiful but also highly capable, qualities that truly appeal to Lao Zi. "Bppo!" At this moment, Gaoliang passionately kisses Zhang Yuping, who is tenderly nestled in his arms like a little bird. Feeling the electric intensity of his kiss, Zhang Yuping is so overwhelmed with happiness that she faints right there. At that moment, the nine bodyguards charged forward with desperate determination, coming like a storm—nine strong American men, in numbers and momentum, like nine desperate dogs rushing in to tear and devour. Under Zhang Yупing's growing fear, Gao Liang stepped up and delivered decisive blows. His iron sand palm made a series of sharp cracks, each one sending a large, basketball-sized bump rising on every fighter's face. Then, he unleashed his powerful diamond fists. "Oh my God! Oh! Oh!" cries rang out as Gao Liang's diamond fists struck the abdomen of each of the nine bodyguards, sending them clutching their stomachs with both hands, stunned and motionless. "Oh! Oh!" Another wave of cries rang out as all nine bodyguards were shot. "Hahaha! If you fail your mission, you'll all die—everyone will die!" Bower was exceptionally cunning. A series of sharp gunshots followed, and all nine bodyguards fell, their eyes blazing with fury, each one dying with a determined gaze. They couldn't believe it—they had died right before their superior, before the very man who had promised them a substantial reward. "A true small-minded man!" Gao Liang would have to give him a stern lesson. After ensuring his wife's safety by hiding in a shallow depression, Gao Liang now had the freedom to engage Bower in a strategic battle. Bower actually feared Gao Liang deeply. Holding his gun high and gesturing in all directions, he shouted, "Come out! Come out now!" Gao Liang deliberately tossed a stone aside. With a sharp "crack, crack, crack," three shots rang out, but the gun missed—explosive bursts scattered around where the stone had landed. It was only a slight feint, and yet Bower ended up firing empty. But Paul wasn't stupid either—he had his own skills as Peter's trusted aide. Rolling toward a depression, he grabbed Zhang Yупing, aimed his gun at her head, and addressed the unseen Gao Liang with a laugh: "Haha! Come out now, or I'll kill her!" Gao Liang was completely surprised that Paul would dare to touch his own woman; he was furious and immediately appeared in Paul's line of sight, speaking firmly and clearly: "Let him go right away! Otherwise, your fate will be death!" Zhang Yупing's face was pale, yet she showed no fear, calmly addressing Paul: "Go on, then—strike!" Paul gave a cold smile and said: "I won't let you die so easily! I want someone else to suffer!" With that, he swiftly slashed a sharp knife across Zhang Yупing's delicate face. Gao Liang was now furious, his mouth curling downward, and with the power of his seasoned experience, he delivered a lightning strike. As Paul was about to slash the sharp knife across Zhang Yurong's delicate face, he suddenly felt a series of electric arcs crackle around him. A sparrow passing by was struck by the arc, crashing to the ground at Paul's feet. Paul stared at the sparrow, blackened and charred, his heart pounding with fear, and once again, trembling, he pulled out his pistol, firing rapidly at the second wave of arcs. Gao Liang watched from a distance, smiling quietly—he was ready to act now. Gao Liang stepped forward with steady resolve, meeting Paul's gaze directly. Paul held his pistol, the barrel pointed firmly at Gao Liang. Zhang Yurong was deeply concerned, repeatedly pleading, "No! No! Don't shoot! Don't hurt my husband!" But it was all in vain—Paul fired anyway. A dull "click" sounded, and Paul gasped in surprise—his bullets had run out. Yet, Paul dropped the pistol and, with the sharp knife now aimed at Zhang Yurong's refined face, laughed wildly at Gao Liang, declaring, "If you come any closer, I'll make her face bloom with flowers!" Gao Liang replied, "Really?" Boal suddenly felt a numbness in his hands, as if he had touched high-voltage electricity—his heart raced. It turned out that Gao Liang was discharging electricity at him from three meters away, with a voltage of 20,000 volts. "Ah!" Boal was struck by the electric arc, his hands scorched. The sharp knife in his hand clattered to the ground. Yet he still intended to make moves on Zhang Yuping, not expecting that Zhang Yuping was no longer the helpless lamb at his mercy. With her husband right beside her, she felt secure. Drawing on all her strength, Zhang Yuping, biting her lip, pushed forward with determination, lifting her graceful foot and kicking Boal squarely in the groin. The heel of her high-heeled shoe, like a sharp nail, drove into Boal’s sensitive area. Blood flowed—his penis was severed! It burst, two bean-sized fragments falling right off, splashing blood all over the floor. Boal screamed in pain, as if being slaughtered. His face twitching with intense pain, he couldn't believe it—he truly couldn't believe that such a beautiful woman could be so formidable, especially at a crucial moment, refusing to show any mercy. "Base! Flirt! Unworthy! All this is your own doing! You deserve it!" Zhang YuPing lifted her foot and scolded.