When Peter and Paul were proud, Diamantas angrily rebuked them: "You are so cruel! What difference does it make if you're like devils?" "Crack!" Peter's palm struck Diamantas' face. With a fierce voice, Peter said, "I am the devil myself! What's more? Gao Liang deserves to die! He has so many wives, while I have none! If you marry me, I'll make you enjoy endless wealth and glory!" "Peter! Even if I die, I will never live with a devil like you!" Diamantas was a girl who valued justice and kindness. Though she didn't understand exactly what was happening, she firmly believed that Gao Liang and Zhang Yuping would never have killed the innocent. Through their shared past, Dian Mingna actually felt quite complex—she had once called High Light "husband" and "wife," but ultimately, High Light chose Zhang Yurong. Though High Light had left her, after years of reflection, Dian Mingna now viewed their relationship with clear rationality. As a self-respecting American woman, she no longer insisted that High Light make any promises. To love someone is simply to see them happy. She would quietly keep this love within her heart. Peter, hearing Dian Mingna’s words, was furious. He once again swung his hand, striking hard. Dian Mingna didn’t retreat—she faced him with unwavering determination. At that moment, suddenly, a figure glided through the air like a hawk, catching Dian Mingna and lifting her into the sky. Peter and Paul immediately looked up—there, High Light was dancing in the air! The two beautiful women, Zhang Yurong and Dian Mingna, clung tightly to High Light’s shoulders, while Peter’s jealousy erupted into wild passion. Man, my fiancée has been snatched away by Gao Liang! He immediately grew furious and ordered, "Quick! Prepare the missiles!" At once, a broad-shouldered man took aim at Gao Liang with a shoulder-mounted missile, but Peter seized it from him, took it onto his own shoulders, and aimed it at the three figures dancing in the air. "Ha! Gao Liang! You're dead! The beautiful woman I couldn't have—now you won't even get her!" He twisted his mouth into a sinister smile. "Launch!" A tremendous roar echoed as the missile exerted powerful force, sending Peter flying several feet away. Peter landed on the ground, gazing upward at the flame jetting from the missile's tail, soaring toward the figures rising in the air. "Launch and forget it! Ha! Gao Liang! Your time has come! On this very day next year, you'll be my offering!" At that moment, the missile emitted a soft blue flame, directly targeting Gao Liang. The luminous Spirit-Eye had already spotted the missile launch approaching. Dai Mengna and Zhang Yuping were startled, their faces pale with shock, yet Gao Bright remained remarkably composed. "Don't worry about the launch!" he chuckled. "In fact, it's already obsolete. The old master has innovated a unique countermeasure against missiles—electromagnetic interference! By disrupting the guidance heads of the missiles, we render their guidance systems ineffective!" At the same time, Gao Liang had already mastered electrical abilities, and the lightning ring remained on his hand. The perfect synergy between his electrical and magnetic abilities generated the most powerful electromagnetic interference in the universe. This interference proved exceptionally effective against the incoming missiles. Originally, Gao Liang had simply tried his best to release his electromagnetic abilities, hoping for the best. To his surprise, the process went remarkably smoothly. As soon as the missiles launched by Peter entered Gao Liang's electromagnetic field, they suddenly lost functionality, behaving like headless flies, zigzagging wildly. On the ground, Peter had assumed the missiles would directly strike Gao Liang. Yet, after calculating the timing, he found that after ten seconds, there was still no explosion—instead, he watched the three silhouettes in the sky steadily ascending. Peter's face turned ashen with frustration, and he began to shout in agitation. They also claimed it was impossible. The United States is the world leader in missile technology, and the Patriot missile is renowned for its outstanding performance and distinguished record—its success rate is exceptionally high, nearly reaching 100%. Equipped with an advanced automatic guidance system, the missile operates autonomously after launch, requiring no further intervention until it hits its target. Yet, why had it failed, becoming a dud? As Peter stood in astonishment, suddenly, both Paul and others nearby shouted, "Master! Quick! Quick—get down!" And then, with a tremendous roar, an explosion erupted. The powerful shockwave hurled Peter over 100 meters away. Just 50 meters above him, two Black Hawk helicopters had risen under Peter’s orders and were instantly struck by the blast, sending thick smoke billowing into the air—both helicopters crashed on the spot. Two American retired soldiers, who had been serving Peter faithfully on board, were killed instantly in the crash. Several other tough guys who had been working hard to support Pete were also hit by the missile. Paul lost a leg and walked with a limp, while Pete, subjected to an extremely powerful shockwave, had his body deformed—his left and right faces now completely asymmetrical, looking extremely grotesque. One side of his face was indented inward, with his facial bones projecting prominently, resembling the face of a corpse—very terrifying. Pete had become a ghostly figure, gazing at his reflection in the water. All his teeth had fallen out, his hair had completely shed, leaving him bald. Moreover, the part of his body below his penis had completely lost its function. The Patriot missile explosion released a strong nuclear radiation, which caused his penis to severely atrophy, impairing all physiological functions—resulting in complete erectile dysfunction, rendering him effectively a living eunuch. The scene shifts to the air, where high-light is firmly held by Daimona on his left shoulder and tightly grasped by Zhang Yuping on his right. Since Daimona is in close physical contact with him, Daimona's full, lush bust presses almost completely against the back of high-light, releasing a delicate fragrance that gently drifts into his nasal breath—a refined, pleasant scent of Chanel. Daimona embodies the grace of a noble American princess, an aura so captivating that it instantly draws the hearts of every man. Truly, the title of "the goddess of America" belongs to Daimona—not merely earned, but well-deserved. Daimona graduated from America's most prestigious art academy, yet after graduation, due to various circumstances, she did not pursue a career in Hollywood. Hollywood demanded substantial financial investment, and her mother had already been working tirelessly to support her. Thus, Daimona chose to join Electronic Arts, officially launching her professional career.