My wife is an immortal black snake.

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They showed no sign of pressure. Under the watchful eyes of Yang Hao and the Templars, they gently thrust their weapons into the wall, then, as easily as scooping out melted ice cream, they carved two basketball-sized, through-holes in the protective wall, which was probably less than two meters thick.

"Actually, before I came inland, I'd always wanted to ask, don't the people inland feel uneasy living in houses made of such fragile materials?" Ms. Sonia muttered in bewilderment as she dug a gap in the wall. "These walls are just too fragile... To be honest, I don't dare go all out anywhere outside of the land or the coast—because I might end up facing huge compensation payments for damaging the city, and I'd have to run away before I get trapped."

"These walls are sturdy enough for us, aren't they? And speaking of which, Sonia, you've destroyed cities before?"

"Well, I guess it was a mistake I made when I was young? And what I destroyed wasn't an inland city... it was more like our own settlement?"

"hiss..."

It seems like something serious, doesn't it? But then again, people in different places really do have different standards.

What seems like an impenetrable concrete wall to us is as fragile as a marshmallow to you... To be honest, Yang Hao didn't know what to say. However, considering they've probably been living in fear for a long time under this dangerous and fragile R'lyeh headquarters... it would be better to build them a more robust new headquarters when we get back.

Yang Hao was sighing, but less than five minutes later, Sonia and her juniors had opened a square hole about two meters high and two meters wide in the protective wall. The appearance of this hole meant that they could take whatever they wanted from the nobleman's underground storage area without any restraint—the only question was whether the nobleman was currently inspecting his treasures in the underground warehouse?

Yang Hao wasn't entirely sure, but for that nobleman, it was simply a matter of dying in his own home versus dying in the Imperial Council. The difference was that dying here might at least leave him with a complete body, while dying in the Imperial Council...?

...I don't think anyone in this world could piece together a complete human figure from coke, right?

.....

Yang Hao led his guards into the nobleman's underground warehouse, where they found many valuable items, such as high-value paintings, sculptures, and even whole crates of jewels and pure gold—but they did not find their target, the location of the high-energy stone.

While frowning in worry, Yang Hao didn't forget to have the Templar Knights move the jewels, red gold, and the famous paintings in boxes outside. And because there were enemies on the ground, he couldn't open the portal to the military factory outside the map, so he could only sigh and ponder where the high-energy stones might be.

Where exactly are those dangerous explosives?

“Hehe, Mr. Yang Hao, it’s precisely because those explosives are dangerous that they can’t be stored with ordinary goods, right?” Under the junior’s surprised gaze, Ms. Sonia patted Yang Hao’s head and prompted, “Just like we wouldn’t put ordinary fish and the corpses of deep-sea monsters in the same warehouse. Those things that can explode and cause severe pollution… I think they should be stored in a safer place.”

“That makes sense. But the problem is, where is that place?” Yang Hao understood this as well—but the question was, where was the item?

He sighed heavily, planning to inspect the vast underground warehouse and search for a place where dangerous items were stored after the Templar Knights returned from moving the goods.

...However, no matter how much Yang Hao treated this place as his home, it still wasn't his home. Soon, their actions of moving valuable items underground were discovered—perhaps the surveillance equipment detected the missing boxes containing treasures and jewels, or perhaps a worker on a 996 night shift noticed something amiss and immediately called the police. In any case, by the time Yang Hao waited for the Templars to return... the sirens blaring from the surface gave him a major headache.

“Looks like we need to hurry.” He shook his head and led his guards away from where they had been. “But we can’t split up; it would be troublesome if someone got cornered—wait, isn’t that the monitoring room?”

"should be."

"Break it open, there should be someone inside."

Just as he was about to wander around like a headless fly, after turning a corner, Yang Hao noticed a place that should be a monitoring room—there were windows and an iron door, and it looked like there were people on duty inside.

With the idea that the employees probably knew something, Yang Hao planned to go to the monitoring room to ask about the situation and get everything sorted out before the people on the surface came down. And luckily, he had Deepsea Hunters with him—Deepsea Hunters could easily breach the protective wall of the monitoring room and drag the people inside out as quickly as possible.

And that was indeed the case. Under the watchful eyes of Yang Hao and the Templar Knights, Ms. Sonia casually tossed her meat saw aside.

The menacing weapon was half-buried in the protective wall of the monitoring room. Then, she rushed to her weapon and easily swung it up and down twice, creating a rectangular gap in front of Yang Hao and the others, along with the falling concrete.

Moreover, after the wall of the monitoring room was dug open, they saw the trembling staff inside, as well as a warehouse topography map on the wall.

"Looks like we can skip the interrogation?" Yang Hao smiled, gesturing for the Templar Knights to memorize the location of the [Hazardous Goods Warehouse] marked on the map.

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After obtaining the route to the hazardous materials warehouse, in order to avoid being chased by the guards on the ground, Sonia and her juniors used their weapons to pry open an entire section of the ground to everyone's astonishment. They then used unparalleled brute force to transform the entire section of ground into a wall, sealing off the only narrow passage next to the monitoring room that connected Yang Hao and his group to their location.

“It’s a bit fragile, but it should buy us enough time, right?” Sonia smiled and added another handful of soil. The area they had pried open revealed the underground piping system. “But having to worry about the drainage pipes is definitely not pleasant.”

"The restrictions are like this... Let's go, we'll follow the map."

Was it the unpleasantness of not being able to give it your all? Yang Hao chuckled dryly and led his guards, following the map's directions. Soon, they arrived at their target location—a metal gate near a fork in the road, about 50 meters from their breach point.

They chose the wrong direction when they started moving; if they had gone directly to the right, they probably would have finished their work much earlier.

“This sealed space should be our target. Templars, prepare to move it. Sonia, and this lovely lady, try to be gentle—I don’t want to see those high-energy stones bursting out of the box.”

"Don't worry."

"...yes."

After the Templar Knights protected Yang Hao away from the edge of the chamber where Originium might be contaminated, Sonia and her junior exchanged glances. Then, the junior took two steps back, handing over the reins to Ms. Sonia.

Sonia gently stroked the wall next to the metal door. She was feeling the wall's thickness—it was indeed a protective wall designed to store dangerous items. The wall was about three meters thick and very sturdy; even a deep-sea hunter would have to use some force to break it down.

"If I were to force it through, I'd have to peel it layer by layer like an onion," she murmured to herself. "But I've never properly peeled an onion before... Hmm... maybe I should learn from Head Maid Monica? Mr. Yang Hao seems to really like strong flavors?"

It's unclear why she thought of that. But anyway, Sonia's mother stabbed her butcher's cleaver diagonally into the left side of the metal door—she didn't intend to break through the wall; she planned to simply dig out the less than one-meter-thick metal door, which would be easier.

Indeed, that was the case. Ms. Sonia's butcher's cleaver moved like a tiny knife piercing the crevices of an oyster shell, deftly slid up, down, left, and right, completely slicing through the metal door where it met the wall...

She dug the door open and threw it heavily onto the ground. The entire interior of the secret room was now on full display—inside were boxes upon boxes labeled with the words "Pure Originium."

"Is this... the wrong place?" Ms. Sonia frowned. They were looking for high-energy stones, not...

“This is it.” Yang Hao caught up from behind. He looked at the boxes inside with satisfaction, and after a Templar Knight opened one of the boxes and took out a multifaceted, translucent ore, he was even more satisfied: “These Originium crystals, used in huge quantities in industry, can naturally be used by us as explosives... Alright, these are it! How many are in this box...?”

There are 20.

"There are about 80 boxes here. We can use the pure Originium from 60 boxes to bombard the Imperial Council, and we'll have 20 boxes left for ourselves... Alright, alright, let's move them all—but everyone be careful not to let the Originium touch any wounds or mucous membranes. By the way, Sonia, you all did a great job today. I'll give you a reward later, but let's talk about it later, okay?"

"Really?" Sonia blinked, then smiled and slung her weapon back over her shoulder.

...

Under Yang Hao's command, they began the methodical moving operation. The Deep Sea Hunters were indeed physically strong; while the fully armed Templar Knights guards could only lift two crates with great effort, Sonia and her juniors easily carried ten crates at once—if they hadn't been so unable to maintain the balance of the stacked crates, moving all the Originium in one go would probably have been an easy task.

After two round trips, they moved all the Originium crates to the four forklifts at the breakthrough point. After having Sonia and the others completely seal off the wall that had been dug out at the breakthrough point, they began to slowly move their spoils.

...

This process took more than two hours.

At one o'clock in the morning, while the police on the ground were still searching aimlessly for the "non-existent attacker," Yang Hao and his team finally managed to move all their belongings to the underground warehouse, the closest to the Imperial Council and allocated to him by His Majesty the Emperor. As he inventoried the items he would need in the warehouse, he nodded in satisfaction upon confirming that the goods he had purchased that morning had indeed been delivered on time.

"20 boxes of red gold, 5 large boxes filled with artworks and paintings, and 80 boxes of pure source stones—about 1600 pure source stones. We'll use 60 boxes, or 1200 pure source stones, to blow up the Imperial Council. We can use the rest ourselves... We're going to make a killing."

"...Mr. Yang Hao, you look more like a bank robber than someone working for His Majesty the Emperor right now?" Ms. Sonia looked at Yang Hao, who seemed inexplicably excited, with a strange expression. Although she could understand that this was a victory that made people happy, she felt that Mr. Yang Hao was happier about the victory than about the money he had made.

This won't do. What if this gambling mentality gets used in the wrong situations later? Thinking of this, Sonia frowned. While she was happy to let Yang Hao act cute around her, she still needed to be strict when necessary.

Thinking of this, the strange look on her face turned serious. She walked behind Yang Hao, ruffled his hair, and under everyone's strange gaze, began to scold Yang Hao for his terrible gambling mentality, just like a stern but loving mother.

"—Stop, stop for a second! I know this isn't a good mindset for me...Sonia, calm down!"

Meanwhile, the second team that went to the Chamber of Commerce to transport strong liquor returned.

What they witnessed was a strange scene: Yang Hao obediently bowing his head and accepting reprimands and education in front of Ms. Sonia.

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The night of July 8th.

After confirming the work of the second squad and verifying that the strong liquor would indeed emit a pungent, spicy smoke when burned, Yang Hao led everyone back to the palace with satisfaction, preparing to discuss the Imperial Council's "reconstruction" with His Majesty's private engineering team the following morning.

Because he obtained an unexpectedly large amount of pure Originium and strong liquor, Yang Hao slightly changed his plan—he wanted the engineers to seal off all roads except for the two main access roads and the safe passage for his own people to leave, and also to seal off all the ventilation ducts in the ceiling of the Imperial Council.

Moreover, to ensure that the senators would die smoothly, he planned to install the pure Originium in some sufficiently hidden places on the ceiling—for example, on the chandelier diagonally above the entrance door.

"When those Originium stones are heated and subjected to intense impact, they will unleash enough energy... not only to heat the space, but also to explode within a confined space. More importantly, once the Originium explodes, the Originium dust will drive all the councilors inside to their deaths..."

“But as a price, we might need to lock down the Imperial Council for 24 hours?” Following behind him, Ms. Sonia, who was about to return to her room with him, tilted her head. “Besides that, more importantly, I wonder if His Majesty the Emperor's men have…”

"I'll confirm with her tomorrow. Sigh... I hope she'll be sensible and have the army and police on standby to block our way out... Oh right, after we've dealt with the Imperial Council, we'll go back to the Duchy to prepare for war in a while."

"Yes, it was a civil war."

"Yes."

The plan went too smoothly, giving Yang Hao the illusion that it was nothing special... However, he still understood the importance of caution and hoped that after he resolved the issues with the Imperial Council, His Majesty the Emperor would grant him a position second only to the Emperor, so that he could handle the internal affairs of the Ursus Empire.

Thinking of this, he stretched, yawned, then took out his key and opened his room door. He planned to take a shower before resting... but before that, Ms. Sonia said "sorry" and put down her weapon before going into the bathroom.

Does she want to take a shower first? Yang Hao blinked, closed the door, sat on the sofa, and picked up his phone to pass the time.

If Monica hadn't reminded him, he would have forgotten that he still had Koschche's contact information on his phone... Sigh, it really feels strange to go back to the era of mobile communication after getting used to face-to-face communication with Koschche.

With this in mind, Yang Hao shook his head with a wry smile, then clicked on Kosic's profile picture on the marriage agency app and sent her a text message—basically asking if she was asleep.

Yang Hao thought Kosic should still be awake at this time. He looked up at the clock on the wall; it was almost 3 a.m.

Moreover, the sounds of showering coming from the bathroom were constantly stimulating his nerves. Just as Yang Hao, whose body was burning with desire, was about to use earplugs to calm himself down, he saw that Koschche had replied to him.

The reply wasn't a sentence, but an image. Yang Hao blinked blankly, not understanding why Koschche would send what appeared to be a photo—but he opened it anyway.

...

"hiss..."

This is a selfie of Koschke lying in bed.

It was still the same cat Yang Hao knew, covered with a thin blanket and wearing a nightgown. But for some reason, she had gently pinched and lifted the area under the nightgown with her fingers, and her tail, sticking out from behind her, playfully covered what should have been a visible pubic area... Come to think of it, it seemed a little wet there; was it just his imagination?

Yang Hao couldn't see Kosiché's complete face, only her chin, her slightly parted lips with a thin line between them, her tongue licking the corner of her mouth, and the hot breath she exhaled.

When Yang Hao saw that there was some kind of sticky fluid between Koschich's free left index and middle fingers, his hair stood on end—this was bad, really bad. He swallowed hard, cold sweat pouring down his face, and before he could reply to any message, he saw a text message from Koschich:

"Ah this..."

Once you're back, don't even think about running away.

Just seven words.

It's only seven characters...

Yang Hao could clearly discern an article of over a thousand words—the content of which, in essence, was all about cannibalism.

He finally understood—it wasn't just him who felt stifled after leaving home; his wife also felt stifled after he went on his business trip.

If this continues, the longer I delay coming home, the stronger my wife's desire will become. If I don't hurry home, it won't be a situation I can just endure by lying in bed like a doll anymore.

If I had to say, he might need to eat more lizard meat skewers, more mulberries, and some kidney-tonifying folk remedies before going home.

But is it up to him whether he can get home quickly? Definitely not...

So Yang Hao, sweating profusely, shook his head, completely unaware that Sonia had already finished showering and was now sitting on the edge of the bed, watching him curiously. He was trying hard to carefully consider the message he wanted to send—just so that his wife would save him some face and maintain some manly dignity when he came home...

[Kosic, um, when I get home, can I sleep on the sofa for a while?]

【cannot. 】

"Then—after I get home, could you... give me a break?"

【no. 】

But I still have work to do after I get home.

I'll handle it for you. Also, Monica said you're having a good time over there lately, aren't you?

Monica?! What exactly did you say to Kosicche?!

Yang Hao was filled with despair. In the end, he could only helplessly reply with six points, telling his wife to get some rest. He resigned himself to his fate in despair.

Hopefully, I'll still have the energy to deal with the civil war by then. Sigh.

He resignedly put down his phone, then packed his clothes and dejectedly walked into the bathroom. After taking a long, refreshing shower that soothed both his mind and body, he lay wearily on the bed, only to find Sonia still watching him with concern.

"Sonia?"

Um... when everyone needs to rest, please don't let me rest my head on your lap, okay? It may be comfortable, but if you can't rest, it will only increase your burden, right? Yang Hao looked up at her, blinking in confusion.

"Hmm, it's nothing. But, Mr. Yang Hao, did you catch a cold last night?" In response to Yang Hao's question, Sonia simply tilted her head, lightly tapping her lower lip with her finger, looking extremely troubled: "That won't do. If you catch a cold for two consecutive days, putting aside the work issues, if your health can't be guaranteed, Mr. Yang Hao... I won't know how to explain it if Head Maid Monica asks later."

"what..."

Come to think of it, I actually sneezed this morning in such a work setting, which is really...

...Wait a minute? Sonia's mom? Why did you pick me up? No, no? The reason you're holding me and lying on the bed is—

"Sweetheart, sleep well. I won't let you catch a cold again." Lying in bed, Sonia gently patted the back of Yang Hao's head as she held him in her arms. After giving him some space to move around and lift his head to breathe fresh air, she smiled and lifted his body up a little, then rubbed her cheek against his hair: "Isn't that warmer now?"

"hiss--"

"Will it hurt?"

"No, no, it's just... this..."

Ugh, it's so hot! Sonia, aren't you wearing your old combat uniform? Is this civilian clothes? Ugh—this isn't just about catching a cold, it's about making me suffer from the heat!

The warmth emanating from Sonia and the heat that could be felt even through her clothes made Yang Hao start to ramble incoherently.

"Then get some rest. I'll wake you up tomorrow morning, so don't worry."

After saying that, Sonia's mother closed her eyes. She hummed a light and cheerful lullaby, seemingly wanting Yang Hao to fall asleep early, while gently embracing him, not letting him escape her tender embrace.