The eyes were only seeing the colorful, beautiful banknotes, drooling with excitement—where was the energy to maintain any order? The wind-and-fire hall brothers under Highao were rushing to assist with collections and shipments. Highao’s group of beautiful women, on the other hand, were exhausted, drenched in sweat, with aching backs and legs. Even counting and receiving payments left them with trembling hands. Highao was completely surrounded by reporters! Even the two strong bodyguards, the stalwarts, were pushed to the side by the surging crowd. Haha! Highao, Highao—now you must die! Munezaki managed to squeeze behind Highao, taking advantage of a moment when the crowd wasn’t paying attention, and drew out a gun from her waist. This gun looked like a traditional bamboo pipe at first glance, but in reality, it was a genuine firearm. The bullets inside were specially toxic—once they pierced the skin, the poison took effect immediately, leading to death. This toxin was specially developed by the Yamaguchi-gumi, and the antidote is exclusively available from them. Once poisoned, there is no chance of survival. "Mr. Gao! May I ask a few questions?" "Can this 'I Want to Become a God' product with a jade-like complexion be scaled up for broader production?" asked one beautiful journalist. "Mr. Gao Huang! I'd like to ask you—what specifically prompted your decision to develop this new line of cosmetic products?" "Mr. Gao Huang! May I ask you a rather direct question? Your 'I Want to Become a God' Group does not currently include the 'I Want to Become a God' Cosmetics Company. How, then, have you managed to produce so many products so quickly? Where exactly are they being manufactured? These exquisite jade pieces are not modern—they are the fine jade from the ancient State of Qin in the Chinese heartland. However, as far as we know, China today is not capable of extracting such high-quality jade. How is this possible?"... A total of over one hundred journalists surrounded Mr. Gao, layer upon layer, making it impossible for him to respond to each one individually. Especially when the third journalist posed a continuous series of questions, Mr. Gao simply replied, "As long as the market demands it, we can certainly expand our production capacity." "I want the beauty industry of the Chinese nation to lead the world!" "As long as I want it! As long as I work hard! Success is possible!"... Clapping loudly, the reporters gave enthusiastic applause to Gao Liang's simple yet powerful response. The reporters had already deeply admired Gao Liang, given her multifaceted identity: Chairman of the globally renowned I Want to Become a God Group, a top-tier Hollywood director, and founder of I Want to Become a God Beauty Like Jade. A single such accolade was enough to draw reporters from all over the world eager to interview her. They live-streamed the vibrant atmosphere in real time, broadcasting it through international television networks, satellite channels, online platforms, radio stations, and newspapers—spreading global interest in I Want to Become a God Beauty Like Jade cosmetics. They shouted excitedly: "We want to buy! We all want to buy!" Soon, the reporters announced our sales hotline for the "Aspiring to Divinity, Face as Jade" product, and the scene became even busier—several of the high-profile wives were simultaneously handling phone calls and collecting payments, while the brothers from the Fenghuo Hall, led by the three close friends, were swamped with activity. The business was booming! Money was truly flowing in—old Zai was earning fortunes from all over the world! "Give it to me! Hang up on that young man, Gao Liang right away!" With jealous eyes blazing, Jiye no longer wanted to look at Gao Liang, who was shining so brightly. He only hoped Gao Liang would collapse completely. On the other hand, Mingze's face turned grim, and seizing the moment when the crowd wasn't paying attention, he pressed the special device outside the bamboo pipe on Gao Liang's back. "Whoosh!" A swift, fatal bullet shot out. "Gao Liang! You're off to meet Yahan!" In a dim corner, Jiye watched the assassination unfold through the video feed, his lips curling with satisfied triumph. They thought Gōhō would fall, but instead, someone cried out in pain, "Ah!" and collapsed to the ground. Who was it? Yoneda noticed—it was one of his strong, sturdy Japanese men. Good heavens! Miyazawa had gone blind and killed one of his own dogs. Though it was just a dog, Miyazawa felt deeply uncomfortable. After all, this man had always been loyal and faithful, a trusted pillar of his strength. Damn it, Miyazawa was truly useless! If he had known such a thing would happen, he'd have taken matters into his own hands and eliminated Gōhō directly. Just as Miyazawa was muttering these complaints, a video scene that filled him with joy suddenly appeared. Gōhō had collapsed right in front of the journalists. "Ah!" Gōhō clutched his abdomen with one hand, writhing in pain on the ground. With the other hand, he pointed toward the direction of the shooting. The journalists immediately scattered. Soon, the crowd, now in shock, realized that someone was desperately trying to escape. "Catch him! Catch him!" The American police shouted loudly, but Matsuzawa, this top-tier assassin, slipped away quickly. In a dim corner, Matsuzawa met with Yoshino. Though Yoshino had lost his dog, he felt that Matsuzawa had still achieved a great victory by killing Gao Liang, and immediately clapped him on the shoulder, exclaiming, "Excellent! Excellent! Haha!" Just as Yoshino was feeling proud, two figures suddenly stepped out from beside him—Gao Liang's two stalwart bodyguards. Matsuzawa was startled and immediately drew out his dry-stick pipe. Unexpectedly, Jinjia Li Xiang moved faster, snatching the pipe right out of his hands, while Yinjia Chen Zixue launched a powerful punch aimed directly at Yoshino. "Move out of the way of our leader! Only death will do! I'll make you pay for every drop of blood you've spilled!" The two bodyguards roared, their fierce presence sending Yoshino's heart racing. How mighty these armored warriors were—when Matsuzawa's other men arrived, they were utterly overwhelmed. The two stalwart bodyguards, under the exceptional training and refinement, have now evolved into super-powered individuals, with both their martial skills and supernatural abilities advancing dramatically. "Thwack! Thwack!" Two sharp impacts sent a volleyball-sized bump forming on Giyo's forehead, his face and nose turning bluish and swelling dramatically. Crying out in agony, he shouted hysterically to his subordinates, "Quick! Munezawa! Find a way to swiftly eliminate these two young men! Bring out the real strength—kill them all! Kill them all!" Soon, behind Giyo, a group of over one hundred Japanese assassins materialized—elite operatives from the Yokohama Sumitomo Group, each displaying exceptional agility and armed with assault rifles. "Dart! Dart! Dart!" The relentless barrage swept across the two bodyguards. The two bodyguards immediately rolled to the ground, rolling behind a steel drum. "Clang! Clang! Clang!" The drum quickly crumpled into a honeycomb pattern, and a pool of blood seeped out from beneath it. "Hahahaha!" "Yoshino burst into laughter, his face turning fierce: "You want to challenge me? Impossible! Hmph! Gao Liang! You're completely finished!" Just now, Yoshino had dispatched the Yamaguchi Group in full force, and directly in broad daylight, they had launched a full-scale assault, causing chaos throughout the scene. I had originally planned to showcase my premium products—my "face like jade"—with a grand promotional sale, creating a frenzy of enthusiastic buying. But with such scenes of violent confrontation unfolding, everyone had become panicked, and no longer had the heart to continue purchasing cosmetics. That was exactly what Yoshino had intended. By shattering Gao Liang's sales strategy, he ensured that Gao Liang's "face like jade" would fail spectacularly at the exhibition—only then would he feel truly satisfied. Gao Liang's wind-and-fire hall colleagues were now surrounded by a large number of Yamaguchi Group assassins, and Yoshino intended to carry out the ambush and seize them personally. The substantial cash collected from the on-site transactions quickly gathered at Yoshino's feet, where his swollen face revealed a proud, satisfied smirk. He then turned to some of the beautiful women "Meiko and Seiko looked down upon Yoshino with disdain, spitting out a stream of curses: "We'll die rather than follow you, this faceless monster with a heart of stone!" "Exactly! You'll pay for all this destruction!" the group of beautiful women exclaimed. "I don't care! As long as I bring down Gōryū!" Yoshino turned toward the motionless Gōryū lying on the ground, stepped on him with one foot, and seized a gun from Miyazawa, the top-tier killer. "No! No!" the women cried out in alarm. "Don't touch our leader!" The three close friends rushed forward, shielding Gōryū with their bodies, but were soon forced back by Miyazawa and the other members of the Yamaguchi Group, who held their guns firmly. "I'm going to personally finish off Gōryū! Hah!" Yoshino was truly wild, fiercely determined. Stepping steadily toward the motionless Gōryū, she aimed her Barrett M82A1 directly at his head. "Leader! Please don't die! Please don't die! If you die—" Our group is completely ruined! We're completely at a loss now! You promised to double our salaries next month! But what a disaster! We can't save our boss anymore! The three close friends wept loudly.