"Yes! Yes! President!" The numerous game engineers nodded in agreement, yet their faces showed evident concern, tongues slightly protruding, exchanging glances of bewilderment. For a week now, wasn't that enough to drive one crazy? The battle had officially begun—orders poured in like a mountain of command. Yamada demanded results: if the new game wasn't completed within a week, every game designer would have to resign. Yet the situation wasn't as they had imagined. Yamada and his team of game designers discovered that loyal fans of Nintendo games were dwindling every day by 50,000—statistics revealed that 80% of them were shifting their allegiance to the *Chinese Martial Arts* game, with the rest dispersing to other titles. Good heavens—how could they possibly make a difference if the new game was developed at such a pace? Something drastic had to be done. Yamada smiled with a strange sense of determination: *The Chinese Martial Arts game? Forget it! Our Japanese games are the best of all!* He registered under an alias on the Japanese official website of the game *Chinese Kung Fu*, leaving a Japanese message: "Hikaru has gone! I am the true king of the game!" Within three seconds, many players raised questions: "Hikaru? Hikaru? Has he really left?" "He's gone! Never coming back again! *Chinese Kung Fu* is ruined!" Yamada proudly posted this. "No, Hikaru is still alive! Only with Hikaru alive does *Chinese Kung Fu* have such promising prospects!" one Japanese player commented. This remark reminded Yamada—yes! Has Hikaru really passed away? If he truly has, then *Chinese Kung Fu* wouldn't be developing so vigorously! If he truly has, there would surely be news! For heaven's sake, Hikaru hasn't died, nor has Mei-ki! It simply can't be! Hikaru must die—Mei-ki was always meant to be my woman. At the root of it all, it's Hikaru, this persistent thorn in my side, who's been causing all the trouble. Hmph! This is Japan—Laozi's home turf. Highlight, I'm going to take you down hard. Tomorrow, you'll see the other side. Mountada's face broke into a fierce grin, saying firmly: "Laozi, we're not going to survive this. Our destinies are set to clash—there's no compromise." 18th floor, Ginza, Tokyo. The Japanese office of the China Kung Fu Games Company. Gao Liang and Mi Ke were discussing a new sales strategy when three masked men in black, armed with assault rifles, suddenly opened fire on the spacious, bright office hall. It was exactly 10 a.m.—the start of the workday—when all employees were busy with their tasks. Unprepared, they were struck by bullets, one after another, falling to the ground in shock and cries. "Ha! Let's give them a full barrage!" The lead masked man, holding his rifle, fired over twenty shots directly at Gao Liang and Mi Ke. Mi Ke screamed in alarm, and Gao Liang quickly pulled her to the ground. "Click-click-click!" A second burst of fire came, striking just beside Gao Liang and Mi Ke, "Ah!" High-kei used his body to shield Mei-ki from the bullets, his left arm struck by one, bleeding profusely. At that moment, three black-clad figures advanced on High-kei and Mei-ki, their empty gun barrels aimed directly at them. "Don't—don't shoot!" Mei-ki pleaded, not wanting High-kei to die painfully in front of her. "Fine! As long as you come with us, I'll let him go!" the leading black-clad figure smiled mysteriously. "Agreed! Just promise not to harm him, and I'll do whatever you ask!" High-kei stepped in to stop Mei-ki, yet she still said this. It was unusual—High-kei, enduring the pain, stood up firmly and declared, "Shoot at me!" Mei-ki stared at him in surprise, her voice filled with anxiety, "Husband, are you mad? Are you really giving up your life?" The three black-clad figures were incensed. They shouted, "He's dead! He's dead!" A black-clad man, at the signal from the leader, pressed the trigger against the glowing forehead. Mei Ji closed her eyes and cried out, "No! No!" "Bang!" The gunshot sounded, and a man fell—Mei Ji realized it wasn't from Gao Liang. Looking over, the leader was unharmed; it was one of the black-clad men who had been struck in the chest area. Turning to see, she noticed Lin Guojun, Gao Liang's left-hand man, raising his rifle behind him. "Stay still!" The two black-clad men now aimed their assault rifles at Lin Guojun, creating a tense standoff of three men holding guns. Mei Ji was visibly anxious, while Gao Liang remained calm and indifferent. "Fire! Fire now!" Lin Guojun, one of the finest special forces soldiers, shouted. "Bang!" The gunfire rang out again, and this time no one fell. Lin Guojun's body swayed slightly. Seizing the moment when the black-clad gunman paused, he launched a flying leg, kicking the assault rifle clear. The gunman tried to retreat, only to find another gun now aimed directly at him—cornered, he raised his hands in surrender. Mei Ji observed that it was Wang Zhiqiang, high-light's right arm, who had stepped forward. She was deeply surprised, as she also saw a group of colleagues emerging behind them, each armed with weapons. "Protect Mr. Li and the second lady!" Under the leadership of Lin Guojun and Wang Zhiqiang, the group of brothers advanced steadily toward the leading black-clad gunman. The leading gunman, holding his assault rifle, kept moving it back and forth in front of the group, shouting, "If you come any closer, I'll fire!" Following the signals from Lin Guojun and Wang Zhiqiang, the brothers halted their advance and remained at a safe distance. The leading black-clad man was crafty. While Mei Ji was in shock, he used his right hand to squeeze her neck and aimed his assault rifle at her head, then addressed everyone: "Either let me go, or I'll shoot her dead!" Everyone was stunned. After all, Mei Ji was the heart of Li's family—how could anything happen to her? So no one dared to approach. Only Gao Liang remained calm, observing the black-clad man's rifle closely. Within thirty seconds, he uttered a statement so surprising that everyone fell silent, convinced that their chairman, Li, had gone mad—even Mei Ji couldn't believe her husband had said it. "Shoot her! Shoot her!" The black-clad man's hands trembled, pointing back and forth between Mei Ji, Gao Liang, and the other brothers. Yet, driven by a desire to protect the chairman and Mei Ji, the brothers rallied with passion, shouting, "Shoot us instead!" What fine brothers! Gao Liang felt deeply satisfied. "Shoot Mei Ji!" "The highlight stunned everyone." "Husband! Are you really going to have me die? If you truly intend for me to die, then I have no regrets!" Miyuki looked at Gao Liang with deep affection. At this moment, she actually felt no fear—because her husband wanted her to die, dying no longer seemed terrifying. "Boom!" As Lin Guojun and Wang Zhiqiang and their brothers closed their eyes in sighs of relief, Gao Liang suddenly clapped his hands and laughed heartily, "Ha! I've won!" To the brothers and Miyuki, the black-clad man threw down his gun, his face falling, and he lamented to the sky, "Oh heavens! Why didn't you help me?" Immediately, the black-clad man was captured. "Mr. Li! I didn't know the gun had no bullets all along! Ha! Why didn't you tell us earlier? We were all so worried!" Lin Guojun and Wang Zhiqiang exclaimed together. "Husband! Your eyes are so magical! You've saved me once again!" Miyuki said, gazing deeply at the man she admired. "Wife! No—my lady-in-w How could I make you leave me? Who else would save you if I don't?" High Light didn't explicitly mention his ability to see through things—he simply spoke warmly and passionately to his stunning, breathtaking wife. Without hesitation, Mei Ji kissed him deeply in front of all her brothers. The tender embrace won the applause of the brothers, who cheered as High Light spun Mei Ji around three times, drawing gasps of delight from everyone, all celebrating Li's and the second wife's romantic life. At that moment, Mei Ji felt the happiest person in the world. Watching her lovely, fresh-as-a-blossom wife, High Light was deeply moved and quickly lifted her, heading toward his office suite. In the president's luxurious bedroom, a fierce battle unfolded. Meiji was thoroughly "treated" by Gao Liang, and under Gao Liang's care, she grew more graceful and refined—her skin glowing with health and her body becoming more dewy and vibrant, embodying the image of a perfect young matriarch. Gao Liang deeply appreciated Meiji's transformation from a young girl to a refined matriarch, finding the matriarchal presence more endearing and memorable. As a young wife, she truly brought joy—day and night, she accompanied the president, making even the most demanding days in Japan worthwhile. Gao Liang wanted both wealth and beauty, and he desired both financial prosperity and personal charm to flourish in his life.