Chapter 134: Mere Rabble, Easily Slain!

"Wait, don't rush!"

The old man on the other end of the line was stunned, completely taken aback by Ye Tian’s reaction before he could even hang up.

"I’ve already heard from Qingqing about your recent exploits," Gu Cheng hurriedly interjected. "Is it true that you are now capable of killing a First-Rank Martial King single-handedly?"

"Yes," Ye Tian replied, forcing himself to suppress his emotions.

At the same time, he felt both confused and anxious. It was true that as the host, he bore responsibility for failing to protect Gu Qing’er in Central Capital, and he was duty-bound to save her. But why was this old man wasting time talking about these things? Shouldn't he be mobilizing people and setting off as soon as possible?

"If it's true, then good, that's good..." The old man sighed, his tone softening significantly. He explained, "I didn't call you to ask you to save Qingqing. My purpose is simply to tell you: do not go charging in blindly the moment you hear the news."

"Ye Tian, you are a rare genius in the Dragon Kingdom, someone with the potential to become a peak Martial King in the future. You are a vital strategic resource for our nation, do you understand? The Ability Federation kidnapped Qingqing with you as their target. From a rational perspective, I hope you do not go to the Peninsula. Leave the rescue operation to us!"

Before he could finish, the young man’s firm voice cut him off.

"No, I refuse!"

Ye Tian said coldly, "This chain of cause and effect began because of me. If I cannot settle it myself, I will never find peace! Besides, what if it is a trap? Those so-called powerhouses have simply never encountered anyone stronger than themselves. They are nothing but a bunch of rabble who act arrogant in their daily lives, actually thinking they are superior beings! I am going, and I will kill anyone who stands in my way."

After delivering these bold words, he hung up the phone and signaled for Zhu Yun’er to immediately purchase tickets for the Peninsula.

"Sigh!"

Back at the Kyoto compound, Gu Cheng stood before his private jet, sighing incessantly. He hadn't expected Ye Tian to have such a fierce and unyielding temperament. He shouldn't have said so much or placed so much responsibility on the young man’s shoulders.

"Master, the private jet is ready. We can depart at any time."

"Good!" A look of determination appeared on Gu Cheng’s weathered face. No one would be allowed to lay a finger on his kin, especially not his most beloved granddaughter!

Ability Federation Peninsula Branch, wash your necks and wait for death!

...

Peninsula, Cold City. A dim basement.

The young woman, with her slender, graceful figure and long, shapely legs, was bound to a wooden bed with her limbs spread. Clad only in her undergarments, she was soaked from head to toe. Her face was contorted with shame and rage. These Korean captors were too cowardly to lay a hand on her directly, preferring to use high-pressure water cannons to humiliate her—it was truly pathetic and base!

The martial arts cultivation of these captors was mediocre at best; even the strongest among them was merely at the Grandmaster level. For Gu Qing’er, a single slap would have been enough to wipe them out. Yet, she was currently unable to move. The shackles binding her were equipped with fine needles that constantly injected small doses of drugs into her system, suppressing her liver and kidneys, leaving her completely sapped of strength. It was pure torture!

Facing these ugly men and their constant abuse throughout the day, Gu Qing’er had thought every single minute about destroying her own Dantian to end her life. But what if? What if that man came to save her? What if her grandfather and the others found out and were coming for her? It was this sliver of faith that gave her the strength to hold on.

But the hope was slim. A girl kidnapped, vanished into thin air, and taken across the ocean to the Peninsula—no matter how powerful the Gu family was, or how heaven-defying Ye Tian’s reach might be, it seemed impossible for them to find her here!

Just as Gu Qing’er was drowning in despair, unfamiliar voices drifted in from outside the door. A fat white man in an oversized suit walked in, his massive belly spilling out from beneath his shirt. His eyes were buried deep within folds of fat, leaving only narrow slits.

"Greetings, Director!" Seeing him, the captors bowed respectfully in the Peninsula language.

*Director? What kind of director?* As a scion of a major family, Gu Qing’er understood the daily languages of most major economic powers and could grasp the gist of their conversation.

The fat man in the lead ignored them and walked straight to the wooden bed. "Tsk tsk, what a magnificent body. I can’t wait to get my hands on it, ha ha ha!"

"Indeed, as expected of a scion from a major family. Her body fat percentage is controlled perfectly—neither fat nor thin, just right!"

Following the fat man was a thin, gaunt white man who looked so frail he seemed to suffer from anorexia. "Let me have a feel first!"

The fat man’s expression changed, and he slapped away the thin man’s hand. "Get lost! Once this is over, she will be my seventy-fifth wife. She is not for you to touch!"

"Tch, how stingy. With so many wives, can you even handle them all?" Despite his words, the thin man clearly feared the other and quickly changed the subject.

"Behave yourselves!" A stern, middle-aged man standing at the edge of the room barked a sharp reprimand. "This is a branch of the Ability Federation, not your private estate! I will not allow any of you to do anything that harms the Federation’s international reputation—unless you want to die!"

"Stop acting so high and mighty!" The fat man muttered, not daring to argue further. Although he was a director of the Peninsula branch and a Second-Rank Martial King feared internationally, he would be soundly beaten by this middle-aged man.

This was Zhang Jiao, a Dragon-descended American serving as a roving envoy for the Ability Federation, responsible for overseeing the presidents of various branches, including matters of conduct. Kazik, the fat director, didn't dare challenge him. Not only was his strength inferior, but the man had the authority to keep him in check.

"Forget it, forget it, we’re all colleagues, let's keep the peace!" The thin man, sensing the tension, stepped in to smooth things over. "It’s been a full day since we notified Ye Tian. He should be arriving soon. You all need to prepare for the battle! We must present a united front—no infighting!"

*Ye Tian!*

Hearing that familiar name, Gu Qing’er could no longer hold back her tears. Was Ye Tian really coming to save her?

"What is there to fear? No matter how strong that Ye Tian is, he’s only at the Big Dipper Realm. Even if he used some tricks to kill a Martial King before, in the face of absolute power, he won't be able to turn the tables!"