On another tall building, Jim was tightly secured by two towering bodyguards, yet he continued to laugh with pride and excitement: "My missiles are exceptionally stealthy—they explode precisely when I want them to! Truly intelligent missiles! Hahahaha! Howe! Hahahaha! New York! All of it is gone!" Howe clutched his face, feeling as though the sky were collapsing. As U.S. President, the pressure from counterterrorism efforts was immense, often leaving him anxious and unsettled. While Bin Laden had been eliminated by a surprise attack orchestrated by his own team, Bin Laden's death did not mean the end of terrorism. There remained hidden terrorists within the United States—highly concealed, even among native-born citizens—who, without questioning the 'why,' simply sought to achieve dramatic, devastating acts to harm American civilians. Anti-human, anti-social—these were the very essence of terrorism. Jim, without receiving the corresponding compensation, blamed the entire society for his dissatisfaction, especially under circumstances that were not particularly demanding. Just as Howe was utterly despairing, his secretary shouted, "President! Look! Look!" Howe immediately turned with the other senior officials, only to be astonished: a sudden gale of 12-level wind had erupted—no, even stronger than 12-level. It whipped like a tornado, yet more powerful than any tornado. The missile was lifted into the air, hiss, hiss, his self-made missile burning in the sky. If it exploded at low altitude, its destructive power would be incalculable. At this moment, Gao Liang, drawing upon all his mental strength, his face flushed with effort, activated his wind control ability—the one he used most skillfully and effortlessly. Unfortunately, Gao Liang had been hit by two shots from David Pol, and his elbow was still oozing pus and blood, making it impossible for him to further unleash his more powerful wind control abilities. At this moment, it is extremely dangerous. If the missile explodes at low altitude, not only will the Empire State Building be completely destroyed, but the entire city of New York will experience a scene reminiscent of the 9/11 terrorist attacks. Moreover, Gao Liang and Yu Di will both be "flying off" — "Husband! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on!" Yu Di, clutching a small pink fist, tears off her own sleeve to wrap Gao Liang's wounds. "Boss! Stay strong!" the two strong bodyguards shout. Gao Liang roars, "By the power of the universe, I swear! I am a giant of the cosmos! My name is Gao Liang. When I fight against evil forces, my name becomes the God of Light! As long as I strive, as long as I keep trying, I am a god! I am the ruler—I am the god!" Now confident of victory, Gao Liang shouts to the sky, "Rise!" Immediately, winds surge and clouds roll, stronger gales blow, sand and stones are swept away, and the sky turns dark. Just as the missile's fuse was about to reach the explosion device, a sudden gale lifted it upward. "Right tilt 30 degrees, then left tilt 60 degrees—heading due south!" High-light skillfully managed the situation. To the astonishment of Howe and the other high-ranking officials, the missile rapidly ascended from low altitude to high altitude, then veered diagonally toward the eastern waters of New York. Deep in the sea, a tremendous explosion erupted, surging like a tidal wave rolling over mountains, lifting the water up to 100 meters. The Empire State Building escaped unharmed, and the entire city of New York was saved. The citizens celebrated together in jubilation. Howe immediately ordered: "Quick! Quick! Find that Eastern giant! I will reward him handsomely! Without him, the whole of New York—no, the entire United States—would be in disaster!" At that moment, due to implementing an exceptionally strong risk control under the condition of injury, Highliang's spiritual energy was severely depleted, and he gasped, spitting out a mouthful of blood before collapsing into unconsciousness. When a ray of morning sunlight streamed through the window glass, Highliang rubbed his eyes, trying to sit up, but his elbows were painfully sore, and he soon lay back down on the bed. "Husband! Are you awake now? Finally, you've woken up!" Yu Die had stayed with Highliang all night long, not closing her eyes once. When the sun reached its peak, she suddenly saw Highliang open his eyes—she was both surprised and delighted. "Die, where exactly are we?" Highliang looked around and noticed that he had been moved into a super-luxurious room—the magnificent chandelier hanging from the ceiling clearly indicated the high standard, one that even a five-star hotel would rarely match, unless it were a palace. "Husband! We're at the U.S. White House!" As soon as Yu Die said this, someone else arrived. He is a Black man in his forties, with bright, earnest eyes, gazing back at the admiring look from Huangliang with a warm sense of appreciation, speaking in English: "Mr. Huangliang! On behalf of the American people, thank you! You saved New York! You saved America!" Houwai! Houwai! Huangliang never expected that after he had been injured and unconscious, Houwai had personally arranged for him to be transported to the U.S. White House, where he was treated by America's top medical experts for his arm injury. Houwai won the presidency through sheer merit. In the United States, presidential campaigns are fiercely competitive. As a Black man, Houwai's successful campaign in a country where white people have traditionally held the majority power demonstrates a unique charm that commands the trust of all Americans. Houwai is both shrewd and decisive—never dragging his feet—qualities that Huangliang deeply admires. At this moment, Houwai smiles warmly at Huangliang, extends his hand, and firmly shakes Huangliang's hand, saying: "Mr. Huangliang! I have a proposal. Would you be willing to serve Responsible for anti-terrorism efforts across the entire United States! This position has always been one I've wanted to appoint the right person for—unfortunately, no one has yet come along! Until you, that is! "Please say yes, husband!" Rain Fei pounded her small pink fists on Highlight's bright back. A senior official interjected: "Mr. Gaoliang! The President holds you in the highest regard. This role surpasses even the position of Commander-in-Chief of the U.S. Army, Navy, and Air Force. Under special anti-terrorism circumstances, you'll be able to deploy all land, sea, and air forces at your discretion—rights that exceed those currently held by the Secretary of Defense!" "Wow, husband! Please say yes! I can't wait any longer!" Rain Fei truly admired the idea of her man becoming a figure who could freely command the full might of the U.S. military. Yet, Highlight's response came as a surprise: "Mr. President, I can accept!" "Wonderful! Husband has agreed! That's wonderful!" Rain Fei jumped with joy. "But," he added, "I can only serve in a part-time capacity." Because I have many things going on in the U.S.—especially business matters! Highlight naturally mentioned business. "Oh! Oh! Wonderful! Mr. Highlight! Your Wishing to Become a God Group is doing exceptionally well in the U.S.! Standing out prominently even during the economic crisis, riding the waves of change!" Howard highly praised Highlight.