"Qin Fen. You cannot stop our Holy War. You cannot stop it!"

Yilansi, her hands and feet pierced with steel wire, was dragged across the ground out of the villa. She thrashed her body violently, her voice hoarse, roaring relentless challenges at Qin Fen: "The Holy War will achieve final victory! In two days, these two wretches who actively oppose the Holy War will die!"

A choked grunt interrupted Yilansi's tirade. The soldier escorting her brought the butt of his rifle down hard, shattering the relatively solid row of her teeth and turning her mouth into a sausage.

Huo Niangzi, clad in a coffee-colored business suit, pulled out a lighter and lit a cigarette. She took a deep drag, the thick smoke seeming like an attempt to expel the hellish three months she had endured, pushing it all out from her lungs.

"Qin Fen." Huo Niangzi held the cigarette between her fingers, crossing her arms as she looked at Qin Fen. "These two girls need protection."

"Back to the Military Department first." Qin Fen opened the door of a magnetic levitation speeder left by the soldiers. "Get in."

The speeder vanished quickly into the night shrouding the villa complex.

The Saturn Military Department had, in a short time, taken in many personnel; all members of the Feixin Girls' Band had been escorted inside.

The true location of the Military Department, previously hidden in plain sight, was instantly and completely exposed by the massive influx of people.

"Impressive spirit. Go inform those people at the Saturn Military Department that the Heavenly Gate will not attack them proactively before they manage to conceal themselves again."

"The new young people at the Military Department are quite interesting. Notify them that the Underworld deeply disdains their actions, but at the same time, we admire their courage and spirit. Before they hide again, the Underworld will not launch a direct assault on their main base."

Two messages played repeatedly on the projection phone on Yang Lie's desk at the Military Department.

These were two video calls where the speakers' appearances were obscured. The only thing discernible from the videos was that the people speaking were immensely powerful!

"What about the execution ground?" After watching the video calls, Qin Fen turned his attention to Yang Lie. "Who is in charge there?"

"Lin Ling is leading the team."

Four simple words were enough. Qin Feng instantly felt no concern. If anyone in this echelon could surpass his sniping ability, perhaps only the late Gun King, his master, or Lin Ling herself. With her leading the hunt, any terrorist attempting a rescue would learn what the current Empress of Sniping's true power feels like.

"Old Qin, you should rest a bit," Yang Lie said, interlocking his fingers. "That Yilansi isn't some ordinary piece of work. For him to think of orchestrating a killing during the grandest concert, broadcast across the entire Federation, he certainly wouldn't rely only on internal infiltration."

"Oh, right." Qin Fen stood up and turned back to Yang Lie. "About Huo Niangzi's condition..."

"I know. We used the most internal military doctors; absolutely no information will leak. As for her safety, Solomon is responsible."

Qin Fen offered an apologetic smile and sighed. What kind of man was Yang Lie? Such cautionary words from him were clearly redundant.

Qin Fen pushed open the door to the quarters Yang Lie had arranged, took a shower, and lay down on the bed. Events since arriving on Saturn replayed in his mind—it could only be described as intense. The Underworld, the Heavenly Gate, new energy sources, new metals, monsters who spoke using human martial arts, the Insect Warriors, the Founding Society, New Humans, and Du Zhanpeng. And the matter of the Feixin Girls' Band.

One incident hadn't even concluded before another one immediately followed.

Tap-tap-tap.

A timid, light knock interrupted Qin Fen's thoughts. He got up to open the door for Ya Fei and Ya Xin. At his current level of strength, it was rare for anyone to successfully hide their presence unless they were a true powerhouse deliberately suppressing their aura.

The door opened. Qin Fen stared, momentarily stunned, at Ya Fei and Ya Xin. The two young women were wearing matching pink pajamas, each clutching a pillow, standing timidly at the threshold looking at him.

"You two..."

The two girls lowered their heads, not speaking, and instead pushed past Qin Fen, squeezing into the not-so-spacious single room Yang Lie had arranged. As a Martial Arts Grandmaster, Qin Fen had few demands regarding quarters; the room didn't need to be large. Yang Lie understood this perfectly, so this was merely a bedroom with an attached washroom.

Creak.

The door was casually shut by the girls. Their slender hands tightly gripped Qin Fen's arm.

"Sister Huo doesn't want us to stay with her," Ya Xin looked up, her eyes capable of melting anything fixed on Qin Fen, speaking softly. "When we go back, all we see when we close our eyes is Sister Huo's face... and the way our family looked before."

The sorrow in their tone and the grief in their eyes were palpable. Ya Fei nodded softly.

Qin Fen sighed lightly. What they saw when they closed their eyes must have been the image of their relatives suffering.

"Brother Qin, sleep with us, okay?"

Two pairs of sad eyes, shimmering with near-pleading sorrow, possessed the strongest lethal force in the world. Qin Fen could feel that these girls, brave in front of the terrorists and refusing to cry, were now succumbing to fear only when true safety was achieved. It wasn't the fear of death, but a maternal dread triggered by sympathy for what Huo Niangzi had suffered.

Qin Fen sighed, "The bed isn't large; it might be a bit crowded."

"A little crowded is good; crowded means safe."

The two girls murmured together softly.

The bed truly wasn't large. When the three lay down, they had to lean slightly to the sides. The two most popular idols in the Federation lay on either side of Qin Fen, each tightly clutching one of his thick arms, burying their foreheads into his biceps.

In the quiet room, only the sound of their breathing could be heard. Despite the extremely intimate setup, there was not a shred of amorous atmosphere. Qin Fen looked at the two girls beside him, slowly withdrawing his arms from their grasp, pulling them both into an embrace.

The two famous idols instantly relaxed their tense bodies, stretching their arms across Qin Fen's chest, clinging to him tightly like koalas.

Quiet and security quickly lulled the two popular idols into sleep, and even in their slumber, they did not loosen their grip on Qin Fen.

In the quiet room, Qin Fen watched the two girls silently. Tears traced paths down their temples, yet their bodies and expressions showed no fear—these were tears of sorrow.

Qin Fen let out a soft sigh. These two girls were not ordinary entertainment stars. Their debut was not for making money or playing games, nor for some ephemeral concept of 'art.' They possessed a clear purpose: counter-terrorism. But this path was far more difficult than that of other performers. At such a young age, they shouldered unimaginable pressure. He resolved that he must never allow them to suffer harm again.

As for the matter of finding someone in the Dragon Hall... Qin Fen glanced at the Sky Combat Net helmet Yang Lie had helped prepare. He would deal with that after this incident concluded.

Time flew by swiftly. In the blink of an eye, the day of the concert arrived. On the vast, open ground outside the city, sixty-eight corpses of terrorists, each with a single gunshot wound to the head, lay scattered across the terrain. Footage of these repeated headshots circulated online.

The situation unfolded exactly as Yang Lie had predicted. Human rights organizations immediately jumped out, accusing the Saturn Military Department of barbaric, warlord, even bandit-like behavior. These terrorists, they argued, should be sent to a court to be judged by impartial law, not subjected to the torture of being pierced by steel wire and left to bake under the sun.

Simultaneously, Xie Wuyi released images and videos of numerous terrorists brutally attacking civilians across the network. The savage scenes and the agony of those who lost their kin struck the hearts of ordinary people again and again. The voices of the human rights organizations began to subside compared to their initial fervor.

Likewise, the tough measures taken by the Saturn military stirred up enlistment passion among many young people. Large numbers of youths shouted slogans condemning terrorism and flocked to join the ranks.

Terrorist organizations across various regions mobilized, carrying out retaliatory attacks and releasing videos demanding the Federation release the group of terrorists currently suspended on Saturn.

The Saturn Military Department's response was a single word: "No!" The army was not established to compromise with terrorists! Special military units from various regions had to be deployed frequently to hunt down the scattered terrorists.

In just one day, a very well-known member of a human rights organization managed to shift public opinion. They stopped supporting the release of the terrorists for trial and began supporting the Saturn Military Department's actions.

This sharp turn baffled many. Those who were giving speeches condemning the Saturn Military Department in the morning were, by afternoon, turning their fire onto their former humanist allies.

"Very good. Continue investigating those people who speak so carelessly," Xie Wuyi leaned back in his soft leather chair, idly spinning a pen as he issued a calm order. "Draw the terrorists' attention toward the families of these individuals. Since they don't value the lives of other people's families, using others' lives to build their reputation for cherishing human rights, then let them experience what it’s like when terrorists attack their own kin. I am quite eager to hear if they can still speak sanctimoniously about fair trial by law after their entire families have been successively attacked and murdered by terrorists."

"Mr. Xie, doing this... isn't that unfair to the victims? They are merely the relatives of those who advocate for human rights."

"My responsibility is to Qin Fen and his team; other matters are irrelevant to me," Xie Wuyi smoothed the frame of his glasses. A cold glare shot out from behind the lenses. "Remember one thing. The people killing those relatives are neither me nor the terrorists. It is their mouths! It is these people who raise the banner of human rights to establish their moral image! Rape should not be classified as a capital crime; corrupt officials can get away with public medical parole or a few years' probation until everyone forgets; those who kill while drunk driving only get a few years in prison. People should be held accountable for every action they take. This so-called human rights only indulges crime. Their supposed human rights are not about saving people; they are selfish manifestations of self-display. They are the real murderers!"

Xie Wuyi ended the video call with a flick of his hand and turned to gaze out the floor-to-ceiling window at the vast, desolate land. Since Qin Fen was unafraid of being smeared while exposing a hidden addiction, it was time to properly drain the pus from this cancerous tumor!

"I'm still not ruthless enough," Xie Wuyi pushed up the glasses on his nose. "If Snake King were facing this, he would probably directly dispatch special forces disguised as terrorists to attack the relatives of everyone who parades their morality under the guise of human rights, right? Coldly..."

Xie Wuyi smiled, the corners of his lips twitching. "When will I learn to reach the level of Snake King, who can disregard all life to achieve the optimal result for his goal? I really want to be at the venue to listen to the Feixin concert. It should be starting soon, right? Alas! I suppose I'll just watch the broadcast."

Outside the concert stadium, the crowds were already massive. The huge stage was bustling with tense activity. In the dressing room, the Feixin sisters were changing and applying makeup. Qin Fen, wearing an unassuming police uniform, stood quietly outside the door, observing their surroundings.

Over a dozen snipers were positioned at different vantage points around the stadium—locations Qin Fen had personally selected based on each person's specialty. Each sniper was accompanied by a squad of troops. Should anyone come under attack, the others could issue an alert instantly.

Solomon also wore a military uniform, standing quietly near a corner of the stage, watching Huo Niangzi as she issued commands among the stagehands. Yang Lie's order had been simple: protect this person. That day, three men who had tried to get close to her for opportunistic reasons had already been sent to the hospital by Solomon.

"Faster, faster!" Huo Niangzi clapped her hands loudly, her injured arms, exposed above the sleeves, not yet fully healed. "Ten minutes left! Hurry up!"

People rushed about. Huo Niangzi nervously watched the stopwatch on her wrist. The first batch of fireworks shot into the sky, exploding in brilliant sparks.

Ya Fei and Ya Xin, dressed in tight, shimmering leather outfits, their electric guitars—which tugged at the souls of the audience—hanging in front, slowly walked onto the stage.

A massive spotlight struck down from above, enveloping Huo Niangzi and the two Ya sisters, capturing the attention of the entire venue.

"Regarding what Feixin has gone through recently, I imagine everyone here has heard some rumors?" Huo Niangzi held a microphone, standing between the two sisters, slowly scanning the audience.

The quiet concert audience instantly erupted into murmurs. Besides the terrorists being suspended by the Saturn military that day, the only other buzz had been about the Feixin Girls' Band. Rumors spread faster than viruses. Hearing Huo Niangzi bring up the topic so abruptly, everyone was curious—was the manager reputed to be the best at public relations about to step forward and debunk the gossip?

"That's right! We were indeed kidnapped by terrorists these past three months!"

A definitive answer struck the crowd like a heavy bomb, causing an uproar.

"The terrorists' original plan was to kill these two girls right here! When the concert reached its climax! For three months, they threatened us, saying if we dared make any move, they would kill me. So we had to endure silently, believing someone in this world would surely appear to save us!"

The spotlight instantly shifted to an empty space on the stage, where a projection of Qin Fen in his military uniform appeared within the beam.

"This is the hero who saved us. Saturn—"

The crowd roared again. Everyone widened their eyes, trying to get a clear look at the heroic savior.

Huo Niangzi waited for the audience to quiet down again, looking up at the countless camera flashes, telescopes, and glow sticks. "I know many of you here are wondering about one thing: how could the three of us, having fallen into the hands of those inhuman scum, escape unharmed?"

The audience of hundreds of thousands fell utterly silent. This question had crossed almost everyone's mind more than once.

"These two girls are national idols for their bravery. If they had been sexually assaulted, their devoted fans would have noticed immediately. Surely, you won't deny this point, right?"

The audience remained silent, but some began nodding. Everyone has their own unique skill; some possess a special ability in reading people. If the two women, who were virgins, had been defiled, someone would have noticed immediately. That information would have spread across the internet, possibly attracting the attention of the Federal Police. In that case, the terrorists' plan to kill the girls during the concert would have been ruined.

"There should be no dispute that they remain virgins, right?" Huo Niangzi suddenly raised her voice, looking up. "As for me? That's right! I was violated more than once by those pieces of filth!"

Boom! Hundreds of thousands of people exploded with unprecedented shock. Expressions and sounds of disbelief swept across the seating area.

Solomon leaned against a steel support beam on the stage, meticulously studying Huo Niangzi. Her eyes, usually quiet as the Death God's yet fighting like a madwoman's, held an unusual glimmer. He crossed his arms, a smile playing on his lips. "Strong character, daring to take responsibility—a fine woman! I like her!"

Solomon turned to the staff members near him, a sinister smile crossing his face. "This woman must be my wife."

Scratch...

Huo Niangzi tore off her professional blouse with both hands; buttons scattered onto the floor, revealing the lingerie that covered most of her body. She stood proudly on the stage. "These injuries are what those scum left on me. Looking at these wounds, what do you think of? I will tell you what I think! I will not retreat. I don't wish to sound overly righteous, but this is what is in my heart! I do not want any other woman to suffer the same fate I did! For this goal, I will not retreat against terrorists! None of us in the Feixin Girls' Band will retreat! Never!"

Applause—no one knew when or from where it started—began to rise slowly, instantly sweeping over the entire stadium. Looking at Huo Niangzi's curves, the audience felt no impure thoughts; there was only anger—anger toward the terrorists.

At some point, a handsome man in a police uniform had appeared on stage. He looked younger than Huo Niangzi. He stood quietly beside her, his straight posture like an unmoving peak, causing every heart to tremble the instant they saw him.

"You, from this moment forward, are my woman," Solomon's slightly obsessive voice carried through Huo Niangzi's microphone. He took off the ring—the signet of the Solomon family head—from his finger, grabbed Huo Niangzi's hand, and slipped the ring onto her ring finger. "From this day on, you are my Solomon's wife. We will hold the wedding later."

The massive stadium fell silent again after the initial boiling excitement. People stared blankly at the man who had suddenly walked onto the stage and made such an announcement.

Was it a publicity stunt? A show? Or was it real?

Different thoughts raced through different minds. No one could have imagined the concert would begin with such an event.

The giant projection zoomed in on Solomon’s handsome face. Long blond hair cascaded past his cheeks, giving him an indescribable beauty. The unique aura of a Martial Arts Grandmaster made him a rare and stunning specimen; even movie stars would pale in comparison.

Huo Niangzi looked up at this handsome young man, the one who had been by her side since the day before yesterday. His eyes had never shown a trace of pity or sympathy before; they had always held admiration and appreciation. Now, however, his gaze was no longer just admiration, but a pure emotion—direct, resolute, and imbued with undeniable light.

"Do you know what you are doing?"

"Proposing marriage, finding a wife!"

"Do you know who I am?"

"Huo Niangzi, my wife, the only woman who will bear my children for the Solomon family."

This strange dialogue echoed through the stadium’s loudspeakers, leaving people dumbfounded, staring at the couple on stage, even forgetting that the two sisters of Feixin were supposed to be the focus today.

Xue Tian clapped lightly, murmuring an appreciative sound, "As expected of Solomon."

"How many children do you want?"

"I haven't thought about it, but definitely more than one."

"Shouldn't a proposal involve kneeling on one knee?"

Crack! A section of the stage floor shattered. Solomon looked up at Huo Niangzi. "Marry me! From this day forward, anyone who dares to treat you disrespectfully, even harboring such a thought, regardless of their power or background, I will kill them all! You are my woman; please let me protect you."

Hundreds of thousands of spectators could feel the chilling coldness in Solomon's voice when he spoke of killing. That naked killing intent was enough to wake anyone up. Yet, the final words of protection were the gentlest tenderness in the world, capable of making any girl feel that care and be moved to tears by that protection.

Huo Niangzi stared blankly at Solomon, insulted by a group of terrorists. Though her exterior projected immense strength, there was always an extremely tender spot in her heart, a place she didn't mind showing, yet one that had long extinguished any hope of marriage.

"Be my woman, Solomon's woman, you can only be my woman! Anyone who dares to marry you, I will kill them, until no one dares marry you anymore—you can only marry me."

Utterly unrestrained, bordering on a threat, threatening murder with every other word—a declaration that sounded more like a threat than a proposal—this unique courtship ritual in human history stunned Huo Niangzi, stunning everyone present.

Girls who had never navigated the complexities of the network gazed at Huo Niangzi on the stage with envy, wishing desperately that they were the one standing there.

"Yes, I'll marry you!"

Before Huo Niangzi's words had fully faded, Solomon hoisted her onto his shoulder. He looked toward the banks of cameras and roared at the top of his lungs, "My woman!"

The sound echoed across the entire venue. It spread across the globe. It resonated throughout all of human society.