Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Let's put it this way: Vulga and Balam are absolute professionals. Especially Vulga! His full name is "Giant Crane," and that alone puts his combat power on a completely different level! Of course, here we're specifically referring to his ability to squeeze monsters dry.
Think about it, a giant crane is an expert in heavy lifting and extrusion work, making it a perfect match for dealing with monsters that need to be "squeezed dry." During the battle just now, the burly boom of the Vulga wasn't just for show; it swung with tremendous force, and every blow that hit Motor Claren was like a "high-pressure extrusion" on a giant vegetable. No wonder it was able to squeeze the monster's vegetable juice so thoroughly.

In comparison, while Balam is a skilled fighter in the mechs, when it comes to delicate tasks like "juicing," one has to admire Vulga's professional expertise.

Its robotic arm, in conjunction with the hydraulic system of the boom, can precisely control the force, ensuring that it won't smash the monster directly while squeezing out just the right amount of vegetable juice—it's practically a walking "monster juicer."

"Excellent! Very good! This is exactly what I wanted." Cui Ming looked at the shrunken monster and the pool of green liquid on the ground and clapped his hands in satisfaction.

A moment of silence fell over the surroundings. Not only were the team members on site shocked by this "juicing" operation, but even the aliens who were secretly observing from the gaps in the clouds and the corners of the ruins were collectively silent.

Their detector screens still showed the image of Bulga frantically squeezing the monster with a crane arm. One of the aliens, who had compound eyes, said in a trembling voice, "Storm One is even more brutal than before. This isn't dealing with a monster; it's practically a public execution."

Another alien covered in tentacles paced anxiously, "What should we do? Look at him now. Will we get beaten up like this next time we go on a mission?" The thought of being pressed to the ground and squeezed dry by a giant mech made its tentacles curl up into pretzel shape in fear.

"Hiss!" The leading alien gasped, then suddenly realized, "That's not right, this monster's body structure is different from ours! It's a plant-based monster that survives by absorbing vitamins, while we are carbon-based life forms!"

"Damn it!" The compound-eyed alien instantly collapsed. "It's precisely because it's different that it's even more terrifying! This monster can still have a breath left after being drained, but if we were beaten like that, we'd probably be killed instantly! If a mecha's fist were to smash into us, how could we possibly have a whole corpse left?"

The spacefaring humans hiding in the shadows grew increasingly frightened. Watching Cui Ming directing his team to deal with the "juicing scene" on the ground, they began to waver in their invasion plan for the first time. Perhaps... they should retreat to their home planet first and study how to counter the "juicing attack"?
The monster, shrunk to human size, was collected in a special container and taken away by the team members. The puddle of green vegetable juice was also cleaned up with professional equipment, as if the absurd "juicing battle" had never happened. But everyone present knew that something was still unresolved—Wu Zhi's matter was not over yet.

Cui Ming turned around, arms crossed, and looked at Wu Zhi, who was still standing there in a daze. The fierceness he had shown when fighting the monster was gone from his eyes, replaced by a hint of "watching a good show." Lindis also walked over, her feather duster tapping lightly on her palm, making a soft "tap-tap" sound that sent chills down Wu Zhi's spine.

"The monster has been dealt with," Cui Ming said slowly, his gaze falling on Wu Zhi's clothes, which were stained with stench and vegetable scraps. "But the person who raised the monster is still here. Tell me, how should this be settled?"

Wu Zhi shrank back, head bowed, not daring to speak. He could feel the gazes from his teammates around him—curious, helpless, and even a bit mocking. The humiliation of being suffocated by the monster's fart hadn't faded yet, and now he had to face "settling scores"—his legs were trembling.

Seeing his expression, Lindis couldn't help but sigh: "You really have a lot of nerve. Do you know how much trouble this monster will cause the city if it's not dealt with in time?"

Footsteps approached from afar, followed by an angry roar: "Wu Zhi! Where are you, you brat?!"

Upon hearing the voice, Wu Zhi froze, his face turning deathly pale—his father had arrived. It seemed the real "storm" was just beginning. Cui Ming and Lindis exchanged a glance, stepped back, and prepared to witness a "family drama." After all, when it came to disciplining unruly children, the father's intervention was the most effective.

When Cui Ming saw Wu Zhi's father running towards him aggressively, he immediately went up to him, put on a "friendly" smile, and began to explain the situation to Wu Zhi's father—of course, he also fanned the flames and added all sorts of embellishments.

"Uncle, you've finally arrived!" Cui Ming patted Wu Zhi's father on the shoulder, his tone exaggeratedly exaggerated. "Your son is so 'capable,' secretly raising a monster without telling anyone. You didn't see what that monster looked like when it was first discovered. It was over three meters tall and could swallow a whole winter melon in one gulp!"

He paused deliberately, watching Wu Zhi's father's face grow increasingly dark, and continued to add fuel to the fire: "This monster not only eats a lot, but it's also incredibly destructive. It gnawed the entire vegetable field bare, and the farmer was so angry he almost fainted on the spot. If our mechs hadn't arrived in time, the crops around here would probably have been destroyed, and the losses would have been enormous!"

Cui Ming pointed to the remaining vegetable juice stains on the ground and clicked his tongue: "The most dangerous thing is that this monster can also release a stench attack. Look at Wu Zhi, he smells like that, it's from the monster's 'biological weapon'. If an ordinary person were to be fumed like that, they might have to stay in the hospital for a few days!"

He leaned close to Wu Zhi's father's ear and whispered "thoughtfully" added, "The key is that this monster is an alien species that specializes in absorbing vitamins and causing destruction. Can you believe how daring this kid is to raise an alien monster? What if he raises an even more powerful one one day? The consequences would be unimaginable!"

After his words, Wu Zhi's father's face turned from red to ashen, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and he stared intently at Wu Zhi, who was cowering to the side, his eyes blazing with fury.

Cui Ming shrugged innocently to the side, thinking, "I hope this child is still alive. This fire is really effective."

Kotaro arrived breathlessly, holding a clipboard. He shouted from afar, "Captain! I found out! We've figured out where this monster is feeding!" He ran all the way to Choi Myung, completely ignoring Takeshi's father, whose face was ashen, and reported to himself, "Takeshi fed the monster with vegetables from his own garden! When we went to verify, his vegetable cellar was almost emptied!"

The moment those words were spoken, the room fell so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Only then did Kotaro belatedly realize something was wrong. He stiffly turned his head and saw Takeshi's father's face, which was now completely flushed red—not only was his face as red as a boiled shrimp, but the veins on his forehead were throbbing, and his whole body was like a lit gas canister, radiating visible steam of anger.

"You...what did you say?" Wu Zhi's father's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, each word laced with anger. "Our vegetables? All the vegetables I painstakingly grew to sell? You fed them all to this monster?!" Wu Zhi's legs went weak with fear, and he almost knelt on the ground, burying his head even lower, not daring to breathe. Cui Ming, watching from the side, secretly clicked his tongue. This Kotaro was practically a divine assist; with just one sentence, he had pushed Wu Zhi's father's anger to its peak. Now, let alone stopping him, anyone who tried to reason with him would probably be burned by his rage.

Kotaro then realized he had made a mistake, and awkwardly shrank back, whispering, "I... did I come at the wrong time?" Lindis, standing to the side, facepalmed, thinking that this was not just at the wrong time, but had directly delivered Takeshi's "death sentence" to his father.

"No! Kotaro, you've come at the perfect time. If we keep an eye on things, at least we won't see a father accidentally kill his son." Cui Ming said, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up, his face unusually full of schadenfreude.

He shifted to the side, finding a spot with a perfect view, ready to watch the show. After all, the sight of a naughty kid getting caught red-handed by their parents is just too satisfying! Dealing with all those messy tasks is tiring enough, so occasionally watching a "family drama" to relax is one of life's greatest pleasures.

"I love watching brats get beaten up!" Cui Ming whispered to Lindis, his eyes fixed on Wu Zhi and his son, afraid of missing any exciting moment.

Wu Zhi's father took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, and his hand pointing at Wu Zhi trembled: "You...you unfilial son! I worked so hard to grow these vegetables, and you not only didn't help, but you actually fed them to monsters?! If I don't beat you to death today, I'm not your father!" With that, he rolled up his sleeves and rushed towards Wu Zhi.

Wu Zhi was terrified and ran away, covering his head. The father and son chased each other in a chase through the freshly cleared vegetable garden. Cui Ming watched with great interest and even explained to Kotaro, "See? This is what happens when you're not properly disciplined. He'll never forget this beating."

Seeing Wu Zhi running wildly ahead with his head in his hands, and his father chasing after him breathlessly, Lindis suddenly pulled out a feather duster from behind her back and shouted at Wu Zhi's father, "Catch the feather duster!"

Wu Zhi's father instinctively reached out and caught the feather duster, which landed steadily in his hand. In that instant, he felt as if he had been infused with divine power. His previously tired steps instantly became lighter, and his hand holding the feather duster even glowed with an excited red light, as if divinely aided—wasn't this the perfect tool for disciplining unruly children!

"You little brat, stop right there!" Wu Zhi's father roared, brandishing a feather duster as he chased after him. With a handy tool, his attack efficiency skyrocketed; the feather duster whizzed through the air, landing precisely on Wu Zhi's buttocks and back.

What followed was a brutal beating: Wu Zhi ran ahead, howling and shouting, "Dad! I was wrong!" "I'll never do it again!" But Wu Zhi's father was unmoved. The feather duster fell one after another, making Wu Zhi jump around like a rabbit being chased.

Cui Ming and Guang Taro watched with amusement. Cui Ming even commented, "This feather duster is definitely better than a fist. It hurts but doesn't break bones. It's a perfect educational tool." Guang Taro nodded in agreement and silently noted down this "family education marvel."

Lindis, seeing how effective her feather duster had been, put her hands on her hips and said, "Now he should learn his lesson. Let's see if he dares to raise monsters again." In the distance, Wuzhi was still enduring the "baptism" of the feather duster, his screams echoing across the farmland for a long time.

Originally, after giving Wu Zhi a beating with a feather duster, Wu Zhi's father should have calmed down considerably. But just then, the team member in charge of the on-site damage assessment ran over with a report, and the moment the numbers on that report appeared in his eyes...
He suddenly felt that he should do his duty to rid the people of this scourge.
The last trace of hesitation on Wu Zhi's father's face vanished instantly, and the fatherly love in his eyes was completely extinguished, leaving only raging anger. He gripped the feather duster tightly and suddenly laughed at Wu Zhi, who was still rolling on the ground: "Hehe, hahahaha, do you know how many vegetables I have to sell to earn back this money? Today I'll show you why flowers are so red!"

With that, he picked up the feather duster and began a merciless beating. This time, it was no longer a "warning attack"; each blow was delivered with full force, causing Takeshi to howl on the ground. His screams changed from "Ah!" to a heart-wrenching "Ahhhhhh!", making Kotaro, who was standing next to him, shrink back in shock.

Cui Ming watched with a satisfied expression, arms crossed, and said to Lindis, "See, this is the downside of acting without a damage assessment. Now is the real 'educational moment.'" Lindis looked at Wu Zhi's miserable state and nodded excitedly, "You know what, I've learned a lot! Keep going, that's good!"

Wu Zhi's screams echoed through the empty farmland, accompanied by the "slap slap" sound of a feather duster hitting his clothes.

"Dad! I was wrong! I'll never do it again!" Wu Zhi was beaten so badly that he ran to the ground with his head in his hands, tears and snot streaming down his face. In order to get a few less beatings, he even used his most effective trick of begging for mercy, his voice full of sobs.

Wu Zhi's father didn't stop what he was doing; the feather duster continued to slap him, and he kept cursing, "Hmph! You're even calling me 'Dad' to save your life? Kid, I despise you!"

at last.
"Yeah, he's obviously faking his death."

Wu Zhi's father looked at Wu Zhi on the ground and said.

Cui Ming, standing nearby, added, "She just fainted. It's nothing serious. Once she's healed, we'll continue fighting."

"You're right!" (End of Chapter)