133: Chapter 133 Forcing a Woman into Prostitution? This guy deserves to be called a rich second-generation!

In an extremely remote canyon southwest of the Kunlun Glacier.

The cold wind, mixed with ice and snow as sharp as knives, howled between the rock walls.

A Level 5 civilian airliner with an extremely gaudy paint job was parked on the frozen ground.

The words "Zhao Group" were sprayed in eye-catching red paint on the side of the fuselage, appearing exceptionally arrogant against the grayish-white ice field.

In a blind spot in front of the plane, the three peerless school beauties, Xia Qinglan, Lin Xiaoxiao, and Vice President Bai Yating, huddled tightly together, with no way to retreat.

Around them, over a dozen men in heavy winter gear, holding semi-automatic rifles, blocked the exit completely. The dark muzzles were pointed directly at the three unarmed girls.

In the center of the crowd stood a young man wearing a luxurious mink coat.

He was the notoriously hypocritical rich second generation from their university, Young Master Zhao.

This man had extremely good luck in the early stages of the game, developing by opening several high-level treasure chests. He used supplies to bribe a group of low-level thugs and, through sheer plunder and exploitation, managed to upgrade his plane to Level 5.

Young Master Zhao held three shimmering sheets of paper in his hand—the system-produced [Absolute Subordination Contract]. His eyes were full of lewdness, and his gaze swept unashamedly across Xia Qinglan's soft waist and Vice President Bai Yating's straight, black-stockinged legs.

"My three great school beauties, weren't you quite aloof back at school?" Young Master Zhao shook the contracts in his hand with extreme arrogance, his features twisting as he laughed,

"In today's world, the Yunshen Secret Realm is about to open. Without a plane, it's a dead end, and you can't even get a single standing-room ticket!"

He took a step forward and slapped the contracts onto the ice in front of Vice President Bai Yating.

"Sign this slave contract obediently! Strip naked and serve this young master well tonight, and tomorrow, in my great mercy, I'll take you into the secret realm to scrape by for a few days!"

Vice President Bai Yating bit her red lips tightly; due to the extreme cold and anger, her lips had lost their color.

Her stunning face was covered in frost, and the inherent pride in her bones made her prefer freezing to death here over suffering the humiliation of such a beast.

"Zhao, what kind of skill is it to take advantage of people in danger!" Vice President Bai Yating rebuked coldly, her voice trembling in the cold wind, yet still showing stubbornness,

"A piece of trash like you who only knows how to bully others—even if I die, I will never be your slave!"

Lin Xiaoxiao, hiding behind Vice President Bai Yating, was shaking all over. She was only twenty years old, her slightly chubby figure shivering under her worn-out windbreaker.

As the beauty of the Medical Department, she knew better than anyone the tragic state of a human body after being frozen solid. Blood coagulates, tissues necrose, and eventually, it becomes a piece of senseless, rotten meat.

Lin Xiaoxiao's timid nature was completely exposed; tears fell uncontrollably down her flushed cheeks as she gripped the corner of Vice President Bai Yating's clothes, not daring to make a sound.

Xia Qinglan, the beauty of the Dance Department who was soft on the outside but firm on the inside, took a deep breath. She knew that a head-on confrontation would lead to no good end and tried to negotiate with her last bargaining chip.

She tremblingly pulled a small supply box from her bosom and handed it over.

"Young Master Zhao, inside are all the high-grade potions and rare materials we've collected along the way." Xia Qinglan's voice was tight,

"We'll give all of this to you in exchange for just three boarding spots. We were classmates, after all; please, give us a way to live."

"Bang!"

Young Master Zhao directly kicked out, striking Xia Qinglan's wrist hard.

The supply box flew out of her hand, smashing into pieces against the distant ice rocks, with several precious potions spilling all over the ground.

Xia Qinglan cried out in pain, clutching her swollen wrist as she slumped onto the ice.

"Do I look like I lack your pathetic supplies?" Young Master Zhao spat a thick glob of phlegm on the ground, his words extremely foul,

"What I lack right now are three bitches to warm my bed! Today, you'll sign whether you want to or not!"

He turned his head and waved to the dozen or so burly men around him, a murderous glint in his eyes.

"Pin them down! Strip their clothes and force them to sign!" Young Master Zhao completely lost his patience,

"Since you refuse the easy way, I'll deal with you right here in this icy wilderness!"

The dozen men let out lewd laughter, closing in step by step with their guns. Their rough hands reached directly for Vice President Bai Yating and Xia Qinglan's chests.

Vice President Bai Yating closed her eyes in despair. Lin Xiaoxiao let out a shrill scream.

Just at the moment those dirty hands were about to touch the three women's clothes...

The clouds above the canyon were suddenly torn apart by an extremely violent force.

"Boom—!!!"

A deafening engine sonic boom exploded over everyone's heads like the wrath of a god.

The violent sound waves, carrying armor-piercing properties, directly shattered the icicles on both sides of the canyon.

Young Master Zhao and the dozen men were blown back repeatedly by the terrifying wind pressure, with several people falling flat on their backs on the ice.

Everyone looked up in horror.

A behemoth 50 meters long with a wingspan of 42 meters, like a giant beast tearing through space from the ancient starry sky, forcibly hovered in the low air less than thirty meters above their heads.

Its entire body was covered in an ultra-red nano-crystal steel hull, reflecting a suffocating blood-colored luster under the sunlight.

Directly below the nose, two five-meter diameter Magic Energy Vulcan Cannons radiated cold killing intent.

This 180-ton crimson hunter fighter jet, by its massive shadow alone, completely enveloped Young Master Zhao's proud Level 5 airliner like a plastic toy.

The air in the canyon seemed to be completely sucked dry at this moment. The terrifying pressure caused the entire scene to fall into instant silence, where even the sound of breathing was clearly audible.

"Sssss—"

The hatch at the bottom of the eerie red fighter slowly opened. The hydraulic system emitted a heavy roar.

The metal ramp descended.

Yu Feng's physical clone, wearing a black combat suit, had his hands casually tucked into his pockets.

Standing at the edge of the high ramp, he looked down at the dumbfounded Young Master Zhao and the others like they were ants.

His mental strength, as high as 160 points, transformed into a tangible pressure that poured directly downward.

Young Master Zhao's legs trembled violently, and a warm, foul-smelling liquid instantly gushed from his crotch. The contracts in his hand fell to the ground, and he collapsed onto the ice like a pile of mud.

"Who... which lord is up there?!" Young Master Zhao stammered and howled, his teeth chattering wildly.

The clone ignored the trash on the ground, his gaze passing over the crowd and landing directly on the three shaken girls by the ice wall.

A corner of his mouth curled into an extremely arrogant sneer, and his voice boomed through the loudspeakers into the canyon.

"Yo, school beauties, it's such freezing weather; how did you end up in such a miserable state?"