Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

At the docks of Tokyo Port, several trucks marked "Geological Survey" were hurriedly loading and unloading equipment. Developers in suits stood by, directing the work, their faces full of impatience—from finalizing the plan to organizing personnel and allocating resources, they only took three days. When it came to making money, their speed was astonishing.

"Hurry up! The equipment must be loaded onto the ship before dark, and we can't let anyone see it!" The bald president snapped at the workers, hands on his hips, his eyes blazing with urgency. "If TPC finds out, our entire plan will be ruined!"

The workers were rushed around in a flurry of activity, some carrying shovels, others moving tents. No one dared to ask a question—they only knew they were there to "survey geology," unaware that what awaited them was the threat of the monsters of Jiuliang Island, and even more terrifying "cleaners."

But what they didn't know was that their supposedly "swift" actions were, in the eyes of the riot police, as slow as a snail's pace.

Sitting in the riot police's armored vehicle, Cui Ming tapped his knee with his fingertips as a real-time report came through his earpiece: "Captain, the target has assembled at the dock and is preparing to board the 'Donghai Maru' to Jiuliang Island. It is expected to depart in one hour."

"Understood." Cui Ming hung up the call and turned to look at Saeko Busujima in the passenger seat. She was wiping her sword, the blade gleaming coldly in the car. Cui Ming smiled. "These guys are pretty eager, but no matter how fast they are, they can't outrun us."

Saeko Busujima looked up, a hint of anticipation flashing in her eyes: "Perfect, saves us from waiting too long."

Before setting off, Cui Ming specifically called Sawai and Yoshioka—not to request approval, but simply to "inform them." On the phone, Sawai, after hearing the developer's plan, only sighed, "They're courting death," and didn't offer much opposition; Yoshioka went even further, declaring, "These troublemakers deserve to be dealt with! Do we need police cooperation? I'll have the team on standby!"

Choi Myung smiled and declined, "No need, Saeko and I, plus the riot police, are enough."

After hanging up the phone, Saeko Busujima casually asked, "Didn't you tell Staff Officer Nanbara?"

Cui Ming leaned back in his chair, a hint of understanding in his eyes: "There's no need." He tapped his knee with his fingertip, his tone blunt, "Nan Yuan is a representative of the doves, he talks about 'procedure' and 'negotiation' in everything. This operation of ours is not about 'reasoning'—if he knew about this 'extreme' approach of directly detaining people and dismembering them to vent his anger, he would only stop it. There's no need to make things difficult for ourselves."

Saeko Busujima nodded knowingly and sheathed her sword: "That's true. Explaining to people with different stances is a complete waste of time."

"Haha, it's not that complicated. Actually, Nan Yuan is in charge of the dove faction, since the voices can't be too consistent."

The communicator inside the armored vehicle suddenly crackled to life, and the intelligence department reported again: "Captain, the target ship has started its engines and is preparing to leave the dock!"

Cui Ming sat up straight instantly, his excitement no longer concealed. He patted the driver's shoulder and said, "Speed ​​up! Don't let them get away—we can't let them slip away from our 'job'!"

The armored vehicle's engine roared as it sped towards the dock. The street scene outside the window rushed past, and Cui Ming watched the dock's outline getting closer and closer, his fingertips already itching—those developers were still dreaming of becoming "billionaires," unaware that they were about to stumble upon a "nightmare" that would completely wake them up.

The "Donghai Maru" had just retracted its gangplank at the dock when the bald president, standing on the deck, smugly smoking, caught a glimpse of a convoy of black armored vehicles approaching from the corner of his eye. The "riot police" insignia on the vehicles was particularly glaring. He instantly dropped his cigarette, his face turning deathly pale: "Damn it! It's TPC! Set sail! Quickly!" The crew frantically turned the helm, but the engines had barely roared a few times when several metal railings suddenly rose up on both sides of the dock, blocking the ship's path. Immediately afterward, the armored vehicles came to a smooth stop at the dockside. The doors opened, and Choi Myung was the first to step out, standing there with his arms crossed, his eyes as cold as ice.

The developers panicked completely. Some tried to hide in the cabin, while others even considered jumping into the sea to escape. But before they could move, Cui Ming suddenly raised his hand and made a "take action" gesture.

Saeko Busujima immediately charged forward, sword in hand, her long hair billowing in the wind, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Several bodyguards in black suits, clearly Yakuza members, drew their daggers and lunged to stop her.

But Saeko didn't stop. The moment her sword was drawn, a flash of cold light appeared—the bodyguard at the front had just raised his dagger when his arm was severed, blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground screaming.

The remaining bodyguards turned pale with fright, but before they could retreat, Saeko had already rushed over, wielding her sword left and right, each strike precisely aimed at their limbs. While not fatal, it rendered them incapable of resistance, and screams echoed along the dock.

Saeko looked at the bodyguard lying on the ground groaning, a faint smile playing on her lips, as if she had only accomplished a trivial task.

At the same time, riot police shield bearers rushed forward, their riot shields slamming heavily onto the developers and workers who tried to escape. Those who were knocked down tried to get up, but were immediately surrounded by shield bearers, their rubber batons raining down on them—the sounds of blows were incessant. Some soldiers even hit harder and harder, thinking, "Six blows a second wouldn't be enough to justify my high monthly salary," showing no mercy.

The bald company president was pinned to the ground by two shield-bearers, his face pressed against the cold earth, still struggling and screaming, "Why are you arresting us! We are a legitimate company! TPC must protect us!"

Cui Ming slowly walked over, stepped on his back, and said with disdain, "A legal company? You circumvent the ban and illegally develop your business, gambling with the lives of your workers, and you still dare to call yourself legal? Protect you? You don't deserve that title."

Saeko Busujima approached, carrying her blood-stained sword. She lightly touched the bald president's head with the tip of the blade, her tone playful: "Now you're scared? Where were you before? Don't worry, we won't kill you directly. We'll just cut off your limbs first. So... Choi? May I make my move?"

"please."

Cui Ming said.

The bald president trembled all over, his previous arrogance gone, replaced by endless fear.

At the dock, the screams of developers and bodyguards mingled with the sounds of riot police striking them. No one sympathized with them—after all, this was the path they had chosen themselves, and now they had to pay the price. (End of Chapter)