Huaxia territorial waters, a certain sea area.

On a luxurious yacht, Wang Rong stood on the deck, gazing towards the high seas with a smug smile on her lips, "Hehehe, Ye Qiu, Ye Qiu, even if you're the Demon King, so what? In the end, aren't you going to die at my hands?"

After speaking, Wang Rong spread her arms, slowly closed her eyes, and enjoyed the sea breeze blowing on her face.

"Soon, it's almost there..."

The proud expression on Wang Rong's face intensified, "Less than five kilometers more until we can enter the high seas. The so-called Demon King is nothing more than this. Once I fall under the protection of the Great Japanese Empire, let's see who can still do anything to me!"

The yacht sailed on.

Amidst Wang Rong's great anticipation, ten minutes later, the yacht sailed into the high seas.

"Wang Rong."

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a big belly, accompanied by two subordinates, walked out of the cabin with a proud look and stood beside Wang Rong, smiling faintly, "Congratulations, you're now safe. The Great Japanese Empire welcomes you."

Wang Rong turned her head and gave Junben Ichirō a flattering smile, "Hehehe, I've longed to embrace the Great Japanese Empire. I've always felt that I was mistakenly born in Huaxia, with a Yamato soul. Now, I can finally return to my homeland!"

"Ha ha! Hahaha!" Wang Rong laughed excitedly.

"Don't get too excited yet."

Junben Ichirō's expression suddenly turned serious, furrowing his brow and saying in a deep voice, "Are you sure the Demon King Ye Qiu is really dead?"

Mentioning the words Demon King, a hint of fear flashed through his eyes, and his body trembled twice.

"Of course!" Wang Rong nodded slightly, extremely confident, "In the laboratory, I released those Black Matter. That fool, the Demon King, would definitely foolishly absorb that power himself. He's undoubtedly dead!

Hehehe, such a person is really stupid to the core. For the sake of a bunch of worthless folks, he was willing to give up his life.

If it were me, even if everyone in the world had to die, I would still prioritize myself. After all, when you're dead, nothing's left. Those so-called national ideals are ridiculously insignificant!"

"You're very smart," Junben Ichirō laughed, "After returning to the Great Japanese Empire, what plans do you have?"

Wang Rong thought for a moment, and a sinister glint flashed in her eyes, "Ye Qiu has a few beautiful women around him. After avoiding the limelight, I'll arrange for people to capture them all to Japan, as offerings to you.

Once you're done enjoying them, sell them as prostitutes to make some money, making the most of them."

Saying this, she took out a few photos and handed them to Junben Ichirō.

Upon seeing the photos, Junben Ichirō was instantly stunned.

Beautiful!

These women are simply too beautiful!

Like goddesses from the heavens!

"Yoshi." Junben Ichirō nodded in satisfaction, giving Wang Rong a thumbs up, "You're a good citizen, a very good citizen!"

Wang Rong remained silent, her smile reaching its pinnacle.

"Ye Qiu, if the you in Hell saw your women being sold to Japan as prostitutes, what kind of expression would you have?"

Wang Rong sneered internally, already imagining Ye Qiu's face twisted with extreme anger.

Her smile became even more brilliant!

But at this moment, one of Junben Ichirō's subordinates suddenly spoke up, reporting, "Ichirō-dono, a kilometer away, there's a jet ski appearing!"

"A jet ski?" Wang Rong sneered, "It's not Ye Qiu, so what's there to report?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a voice filled with anger boomed!

"Wang Rong! Stop immediately and face your death!"

The voice was immensely powerful, like rolling thunder, shaking the eardrums of everyone on the yacht!

"What? This voice, why...?"

Almost simultaneously, Wang Rong's body trembled fiercely, her eyes filled with intense fear!

Why?

Why does that voice sound exactly like the Demon King Ye Qiu?

Could it be, could it be the Demon King isn't dead?

Wang Rong couldn't believe it, immediately grabbing a pair of binoculars from a subordinate, looking out.

Just a few hundred meters away, a man with a face as if carved by a knife, distinct features, was riding a white jet ski, speeding towards them!

That familiar face, if not the Demon King Ye Qiu, who else could it be?

Wang Rong was utterly stupefied, murmuring, "It really, really is the Demon King, how, how is this possible?"

How could he still be alive?

Is he a demon?

"Baka! Didn't you say the Demon King was surely dead?"

Junben Ichirō was terrified out of his mind, exclaiming in panic, drenched in cold sweat.

But soon he recollected himself, immediately taking out a walkie-talkie, urgently shouting, "Everyone open fire immediately, shoot, fire cannons! Aim at that jet ski and blow Ye Qiu to pieces!"

As soon as Junben Ichirō finished speaking, all the weapons on the yacht opened fire in unison!

Da da da! Da da da!

Machine guns fired, dense bullets flew towards Ye Qiu's location like torrential rain!

Boom!

A shell was fired, hitting the spot where the jet ski was accurately!

In an instant, sprays of water splashed into the air!

A large amount of mist obscured the vision!

"Report, the target has been hit!" a subordinate reported through Junben Ichirō's walkie-talkie.

"Yoshi, very good!" Junben Ichirō nodded heavily, the fear on his face instantly vanished, replaced by intense smugness, "The legendary Demon King is nothing more than this either.

I thought he was formidable, but in the end, he's just a brainless fool, daring to chase after us alone, truly seeking death!"

"Hahaha! How laughable! Huaxia's Demon King is so pathetic!"

"Seems like all Huaxia people are just a bunch of trash!"

A few of Junben Ichirō's subordinates joined in mocking him.

"Mainly because we Japanese are too powerful," Wang Rong said, incredibly excited, "Those brainless Huaxia people only know how to fight barehanded like brutes. How can they compare to our machine guns and cannons?

With such a concentrated firepower attack, even if Ye Qiu were made of steel, he would be blasted to bits!"

Bang!

Just as Wang Rong and all the Japanese were excited, with a dull crash, a large hand suddenly grabbed the edge of the yacht's deck!

Whoosh!

Before anyone could react to what was happening, in the next second, a figure flipped onto the deck!

Boom!

As their feet hit the ground, a formidable aura spread out, enveloping the entire space!

The Demon King... descended!

Immediately, the entire yacht became eerily silent!

A terrifying silence!

Countless astonished gazes fell on Ye Qiu.

Especially Junben Ichirō and Wang Rong, who were shocked to the extreme, looking from the jet ski below the yacht to Ye Qiu, unable to come to their senses for a long time!

No one expected that Ye Qiu could be so fearsome!

Facing machine guns and cannons, in a matter of seconds, he boarded the yacht!

Bam!

Boom!

Almost simultaneously, a large powerful fist, with a whoosh of wind, struck Wang Rong's head violently!

"Ah!"

Wang Rong screamed pathetically, flying backward, landing heavily on the ground. The intense pain nearly made her faint.

"Did you just say, you're Japanese?"

With an incredibly cold gaze, Ye Qiu stared firmly at Wang Rong!

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