403: Secretary Lin's report on "sitting on legs"!

"Weren't you quite arrogant just now? Since you're already here, don't even think about leaving."

Su Mo raised his right hand and made a grasping motion toward the fleeing Shuten Dōji through the void.

"Sovereign's Divine Punishment."

Buzz—!

The space within a thousand-meter radius solidified!

Countless pitch-black Underworld Chains emerged from the void, wrapping around Shuten Dōji's limbs and entire skeletal structure!

"No!!!"

Shuten Dōji struggled desperately, but under the suppression of laws from a higher status, his struggles were as powerless as an infant's.

Su Mo's palm suddenly clenched shut.

"Die."

Bang—!!!

Shuten Dōji's massive True God body was like a balloon being squeezed until it popped, instantly exploding into a cloud of blood mist!

A dusty crystal emitting a faint divinity fell from the sky.

Su Mo beckoned with his hand, catching the Godhead, and curled his lip in disdain.

Tsk, another piece of trash."

"Even a dog would find this stuck in its teeth."

Casually tossing the Godhead into his storage space, Su Mo turned to look at the group of "Hundred Demons" who were completely scared witless.

Their boss was dead.

Their backing was gone.

The remaining sea monsters and shikigami were now huddled in a corner of the deck, shivering and not even daring to breathe loudly.

As Su Mo's gaze swept over them, those monsters actually wailed in unison, and some even pissed themselves in fear.

"Boring."

Su Mo waved his hand and spoke to Qiang Wei and Long Xiya, who were still dazed behind him.

"I'll leave these scumbags for you two to practice on and level up."

"Remember to clean up thoroughly; don't get this part of the sea dirty."

"Yes! Hubby!"

Qiang Wei and Long Xiya responded excitedly, grabbing their weapons and charging down.

A one-sided massacre officially began... A few minutes later.

Su Mo returned to Cloud Top Villa with a group of satisfied women.

"Sigh, they really couldn't take a hit."

Su Mo slumped on the sofa, sighing with a bit of lingering dissatisfaction.

"I originally wanted to try out my new skills, but it didn't even count as a warm-up."

Shen Yufu peeled an orange and stuffed it into his mouth, giving him a playful, annoyed glare.

"Just keep showing off, why don't you."

"However..."

Shen Yufu looked out the window at the sky that had completely cleared up, her expression a bit complex.

"Now that the Global Dungeon has opened, those foreign powers are probably going to go completely crazy."

Su Mo chewed the orange, his gaze deep.

"Going crazy is good."

"If they don't go crazy, how will I have an excuse..."

"To go and seize all their assets one by one?"

"After all..."

Su Mo rubbed his chin, a standard unscrupulous merchant's smile appearing on his face.

"This nine provinces cauldron of mine is a bottomless pit; it'll take quite a bit of 'fuel' to fill it up."

...Su Mo nestled back into the large leather sofa, the hem of his emperors robe spreading out casually.

Xiao Wu lay in his arms, her two long ears drooping. After the excitement of kicking a Level 90 expert to death passed, this rabbit had returned to her soft, clingy self.

Tap, tap, tap."

The rhythmic clicking of high heels broke the silence.

Lin Wan walked over quickly in her stiletto heels, holding a tablet computer.

Her professional suit was cut with an unreasonable precision; with every step, the hip line tightly wrapped by the skirt traced a graceful curve. Her calves, encased in black stockings, were straight and firm, revealing a contradictory sense of both abstinence and allure.

As the special liaison officer from the Dragon Shield Bureau and Su Mo's part-time "private secretary," her expression was currently not good. Her brow was furrowed, and her eyes behind gold-rimmed glasses were filled with gravity.

"Boss, we have big trouble."

Lin Wan walked to the sofa, just about to report the official business.

But Su Mo patted his thigh, his gaze playful:

"Isn't standing tired? Since you're reporting work, you should have the proper attitude for a report."

Lin Wan's body stiffened, and she subconsciously glanced around.

Shen Yufu was pouring tea for Anastasia, Qiang Wei was using a whetstone to wipe her Mythic-grade dagger, and Long Xiya was in the corner blushing while adjusting her battle armor... In a room full of women, not a single one was paying attention here.

Or rather, they were long used to it.

"...Yes, Boss."

Lin Wan bit her lower lip, her earlobes turning red, yet she still obediently turned and carefully sat down.

When that touch of warmth passed through the thin black silk fabric, Lin Wan's whole body went soft, and she almost lost her professional composure.

Su Mo's hand didn't stay idle either, naturally resting on her rounded knee, his fingertips faintly stroking the lace edge of the stockings.

"Speak then. What kind of trouble could make our Team Leader Lin, who wouldn't blink even if Mount Tai collapsed before her, so anxious?"

Su Mo asked nonchalantly, though his gaze remained glued to those legs.

Lin Wan forced herself to ignore the strange sensation on her leg and lit up the tablet screen.

"It's about the follow-up effects of the 'Contest of Ten Thousand Nations' dungeon."

Her finger slid, pulling up a dense red document, her tone serious.

"You were too ruthless in the dungeon. Eagle Sauce Country's 'Thunder Titan' Adam, Japan's Sato Ryuichi, and the top elites of those countries... you killed them all, and you didn't even spare those summoned True God projections."

"Now these countries have gone mad."

"Just now, led by Eagle Sauce Country and joined by Japan, Korea, the Europa Alliance, and twelve other nations, they formed the so-called 'Earth Avengers Alliance'."

"They have officially issued an ultimatum to Huaxia."

Lin Wan pointed at the startling lines of red text on the screen, her voice heavy:

"They demand that the Dragon Shield Bureau hand you over within twenty-four hours to stand trial in international court. If they don't hand you over, they will make Huaxia... pay a price in blood."

"Avengers Alliance?"

Su Mo sneered, his finger lightly flicking Lin Wan's thigh. "With a name like that, aren't they afraid of being sued for copyright infringement?"

"Boss, this is no joke."

Lin Wan grew anxious, her body leaning forward slightly, bringing a faint scent of women's perfume to his nose.

"They are serious this time. According to our intelligence network monitoring, Eagle Sauce Country has activated an S-rank foundation plan called 'Ragnarok'."

"Just for True God-level powerhouses above level 100, they've assembled eleven! Among them is the one known as the 'God of the Human Realm', Homelander!"

"Adding in the combat power of other countries, the number of god-level units besieging Huaxia this time might exceed twenty!"

Twenty Level 100 True Gods!

This force, if placed in the current world, would be enough to plow through Blue Star a dozen times over.

Any other country facing such a lineup would probably have been scared into raising the white flag long ago.

But the expression on Su Mo's face didn't change even slightly.

He even had the leisure to pick up a grape and stuff it into Lin Wan's slightly parted red lips.

"Mmph..." Lin Wan was forced to hold the grape, glaring at him, but could only obediently swallow it.

"Twenty?" Su Mo shook his head, looking like a disappointed teacher. "These Westerners have saved up their family assets for hundreds of years, and this is it? This is all?"

"When my Anastasia was killing divine abominations over there just now, she took down these kinds of characters one by one with a single strike without even breaking a sweat."

As Su Mo spoke, he pinched Lin Wan's smooth cheek and took off her gold-rimmed glasses, revealing a pair of beautiful, misty eyes.

"Compared to the clamoring of those Westerners, I'm more curious about..."

"Facing this kind of pressure, what does our Dragon Shield Bureau—or rather, that Old Man Qin—have to say?"

This was a life-or-death question.

If the official Huaxia players chose to abandon Su Mo out of fear of pressure, even if they only showed a hint of hesitation, the nine provinces cauldron in Su Mo's hand would likely become a giant hammer smashing toward the capital in the next second.