The dozen or so women standing before Yang Ying were the epitome of spring bloom and autumn fragrance, vying for attention in a silent contest. They seemed to embody every conceivable style of beauty from across the globe. Though every subtle expression and gesture was meticulously trained, it had fused into instinct, blending seamlessly with their individual auras to create an extraordinary, dazzling radiance.

Normally, a single woman of this caliber appearing on the street would guarantee a hundred percent turn of heads. To have so many gathered in one place—unless it was at some top-tier aristocratic social gala—could likely only happen in a place like Paradise City.

“Is this your welcoming hospitality?” Yang Ying’s gaze swept across their faces and figures, giving him a deeper understanding of Paradise City.

Yan Ges seemed unsatisfied, continuing, “Commander Yang Ying, certainly not just this. If it were only women of this level, they could be found in the top clubs shrouded by the darkness on Earth, the Moon, and Mars. But I’m sure you know, the rule in Paradise City is that there are no rules. If you require any special implements, hehe, many of our guests favor such things, and I can prepare those for you as well. From this moment on, you are their god, and this place is your paradise. Whatever you choose to do with them, Paradise City will have no objections. They are service personnel.”

At this point, Yang Ying noticed a flicker of fear in the women’s eyes. Several of the more delicately featured ones quietly twisted their hands together, unconsciously making small, nervous gestures.

In Paradise City, service personnel were little different from slaves, treated more like objects than people. They possessed no rights, and even the right to exist was held entirely in the hands of others.

Yan Ges hadn't finished. “Your Excellency, Commander, you may choose a few beauties to keep, or if you are confident in yourself, you may keep them all.”

Yang Ying waved his hand. “Enough, Mr. Yan Ges, no further explanation is needed. Just have them all remain here. If there is nothing of great importance, we shall see each other tomorrow.”

Seeing Yang Ying issuing the dismissal, Yan Ges respectfully took two steps back, turned, and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

Yang Ying signaled his four subordinates behind him. They immediately began a thorough sweep of the room, checking for any surveillance equipment.

He had brought a full complement this time: one squadron of Ghost Agents and two squadrons of Marines. Currently, everyone except the four Colonel-ranked officers in the room had been arranged in the accompanying personnel quarters, not far from Yang Ying’s suite. Nab’s subordinates were highly experienced in arranging such matters; they knew the routine well.

While the room was being searched, the women remained visibly uneasy. This was natural; their futures, even their very lives, rested in Yang Ying’s hands. They were praying to every deity they knew, hoping Yang Ying was not the type of guest who derived pleasure from tormenting women.

Though dressed as a butler, Yan Ges was the right-hand man to the Pirate King, holding an immensely high status. In the eyes of these women, he was already a figure of staggering authority. Yet, they had personally witnessed Yan Ges being so deferential to Yang Ying, clearly indicating that Yang Ying intended to do something to them—something they were powerless to resist.

To their surprise, Yang Ying’s four bodyguards seemed to treat them as mere air, not even glancing their way while searching the room.

To capture male attention, they had all been trained to be multi-talented, possessing both exceptional looks and skills. This training had also sharpened their perception and insight. The behavior of Yang Ying’s four “bodyguards” was clearly extraordinary. Standing together, the collective attraction of the dozen women escalated geometrically; even a man suffering from a profound physical deficiency could not ignore their presence.

A few of the more self-assured beauties showed slight expressions of defiance.

However, Yang Ying knew that no matter how alluring these women were, they would have no effect on his Marine or Ghost Agent subordinates. They were clones—combat clones—and differed significantly from ordinary humans in many respects.

Due to their genetic makeup, they possessed superior strength and faster reactions. However, to adapt to the bloody environment of the battlefield, their emotional states were also different from those of regular people. From a physiological perspective, the brain structures and endocrine systems of combat clones were geared toward cold-blooded ruthlessness.

Crucially, the hormones that control emotion were severely limited in them, because feelings lead to impulse and impair judgment during combat.

In summary, the combat clones were like automatons: strong, enduring, obedient, and intellectually sharper due to the lack of emotional interference—making them as powerfully precise as machines in battle. But they lacked emotional fluctuation.

Medical personnel were slightly different in this regard. After all, a medic’s job was to care for the wounded; they were not combat clones who required cold-blooded detachment. This was why Katarina had the potential to overcome her primary loyalty directive with emotion.

Digressing slightly, in the room now, Yang Ying was observing the women. Since they had been delivered to him, sending them back now would be rude.

So, what should he do?

A moment later, a Ghost Agent Colonel stepped forward. “Sir, the inspection is complete. Everything is normal.”

Yang Ying nodded. “Good. You four retire to the outer chamber and close the door on your way out.”

“Yes, sir.” The four saluted and exited the inner room, pulling the main door securely shut behind them.

The atmosphere in the room immediately grew intimate and charged.

Now, only Yang Ying, the single man, remained inside. The women let down their guarded postures. A few bolder ones sent him suggestive glances.

Yang Ying did not stop them, which emboldened them further. They moved toward him with provocative, undulating gaits, coming right up to his side.

During this time, Yang Ying had made his decision: although this sudden windfall of beauty was orchestrated, there was no need to refuse it.

The reason he had rejected Wen Jing before was that he could not share the secrets of the Floating Continent with her. These women before him, clearly, would not occupy a place in his heart simply because of one night of passion.

He would take them back and find a place to keep them, much like the orphans he supported. It would just be a fleeting dream; there was no need for any long-term responsibility.

Conversely, sending them back would be the cruelest act. Although these women appeared glamorous on the surface, in a place like Paradise City, they could easily end up as street corpses tomorrow.

Who knew if their next patron would be some perverse sadist whose sole mission was to destroy every beautiful thing in existence?

As for Yang Ying’s stamina—hehe. As a near-Master at the peak of human limits, who in terms of physical capability could he possibly lose to, save for Master-level experts who had transcended human boundaries?

A dozen or more in one night? Child’s play.

Not long after, the inner room was in disarray. The women had discarded their clothes, which now lay scattered on the floor, while they themselves were gathered on the massive bed in the center of the room. The bed was nearly ten meters long and wide, larger than an entire standard room. Four rosewood posts supported the bed, draped with a veil of sheer white gauze that vaguely obscured the scene. Blurred figures showed through the fabric. Sounds of pleasure, sweet as honey, rose and fell from within the gauze, enough to make the blood boil just hearing them.

Suddenly, a slender, ivory wrist extended from the edge of the veil, only to be quickly withdrawn.

The soundproofing in the inner room was clearly trustworthy. Later, Yang Ying confirmed with his four subordinates that not a single sound could be heard outside.

The entire feast continued until the dawn of the next day. Yang Ying pushed aside the gauze and stepped down. Faint breaths could be heard from behind him, and between the thin strips of fabric, glimpses of smooth, white, ivory-like thighs could be seen.

After reaching the floor, Yang Ying spent some effort retrieving his own clothing from the chaotic pile on the ground, then headed to the bathroom for a shower and dressed.

He opened the door to the inner room, where the four Colonels were waiting.

Yang Ying gave them instructions regarding the disposition of the dozen women in the inner sanctum. After all, in a way, they were now his people, and he could not allow them to remain to serve others.

The four Colonels raised no objection to Yang Ying’s decision to take them away. Just as Yang Ying finished his instructions, a knock came at the outer door.

“Enter,” Yang Ying commanded.

The main door opened, and Yan Ges entered, followed by two attendants pushing two serving carts.

Yan Ges directed the attendants to park the carts to the side, then approached Yang Ying and asked respectfully, “Did our esteemed guest enjoy his evening, Commander?”

“Indeed. Paradise City’s service is truly meticulous; it made me feel completely at home,” Yang Ying offered a compliment without reservation.

Yan Ges smiled faintly and bowed. “As expected of Commander Yang Ying. Truly admirable.”

As for what was admirable, since they were both men, they understood implicitly. However, Yan Ges’s status was far below Yang Ying’s, so some things were best left unsaid—flattering Yang Ying without becoming overly obsequious and annoying.

Yan Ges clearly understood this principle; his words and actions were always perfectly calibrated. When Yang Ying stated he would take all the women, Yan Ges readily agreed: “It was settled yesterday. Commander Yang Ying is His Majesty’s honored guest; it is their good fortune to be desired by you. How could I possibly disagree?”

After that, Yan Ges left the breakfast, arranged a time for Yang Ying to meet with Nab again, and then withdrew.

Yang Ying took a few bites of breakfast; even this fare was extraordinary, featuring global delicacies, and even alien cuisine.

After finishing, Yang Ying took a moment to reflect on his previous conversation with Nab, realizing he had acted somewhat rashly in coming to Paradise City this time.

A while later, around ten in the morning, Yan Ges reappeared at the guest quarters to escort Yang Ying for his second meeting with Nab.