Ultraman: It turns out this is the easy mode.

Amid the chaos at the dock, the most conspicuous sight was not the wails of the developers and bodyguards, but a group of workers squatting on the ground, their hands tightly covering their heads. They had come here to earn some hard-earned money, but had been tricked by the developers into "developing" the area. They hadn't gained any benefits and had instead run into the riot police's encirclement. They were truly unlucky.

However, the riot police soldiers didn't make things difficult for them. When the shield bearers rushed forward, they deliberately avoided the group of bewildered workers. One experienced veteran even whispered a reminder: "Don't move if you don't want to get hurt! Get in a crouched position!"

The workers, already panicked and with their hearts pounding, felt a surge of relief upon hearing this. Before the riot police could utter another word, the worker at the front, wearing tattered overalls, suddenly squatted down, clutching the back of his head with both hands, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "We surrender! We don't know anything! They detained us and forced us to come!"

These words were like a switch being flipped; one after another, the remaining workers squatted down, their movements so synchronized as if they had rehearsed. One young worker lost his balance and nearly fell flat on his face while squatting; others panicked and threw their shovels and wrenches far away, the metal tools clanging on the ground, as if afraid of being used as "weapons of resistance." In less than ten seconds, more than a hundred workers were squatting in a neat row, their heads almost touching the ground, not daring to even breathe.

The three riot police soldiers guarding them were stunned. They looked at each other, their faces full of embarrassment. A young soldier who had only recently enlisted couldn't help but scratch his helmet and mutter to his teammate beside him, "This...this surrender was way too fast! We didn't even say we were going to arrest them, we didn't even draw our batons..."

“That’s right,” his teammate said in a low voice, his eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. “We thought it would take several minutes to deal with those Yakuza bodyguards, but these workers… were much more ‘pragmatic’ than we expected. They practically gave up in an instant.”

The worker squatting at the front, with his sharp ears, heard this and quickly looked up, his face flushed red, explaining, "Officer! We're truly innocent! They said they were just here to survey the geology, and that if we didn't come, they wouldn't pay us. My whole family is waiting for that money to eat!"

Another worker chimed in, his voice trembling, "Yes, yes, yes! If we had known TPC wouldn't allow the development of Jiuliang Island, who would have dared to risk their life like this! It's all because of those heartless developers!"

As Cui Ming walked over, he witnessed this scene and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow—he had seen resistance and begging for mercy, but this was the first time he had seen such a "clever" surrender. Saeko Busujima stood beside him, her sword still tucked into her waistband, and looked at the workers squatting in a row, a faint smile playing on her lips: "They're smarter than those developers, knowing when to bow their heads to avoid getting beaten up."

Cui Ming nodded and gestured with his chin toward the soldiers guarding the workers: "Don't make things difficult for them. After we deal with the developer, contact TPC's logistics department to send a car to take them back, and then get their ID cards back."

The soldiers quickly responded, and the workers visibly breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, their hands covering their heads softening slightly—although they had worked for nothing and suffered a fright, at least they hadn't been beaten, which was a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

In the corner of the dock, the bald company president lay on the ground, the wounds from his severed limbs charred black by the flamethrower. The smell of blood mingled with the stench of burning flesh. The bleeding had temporarily stopped, leaving only his weak groans, like those of a dying wild dog. Cui Ming held two severed limbs in one hand—the arm and leg that had just been cut off the company president. Blood dripped from between his fingers onto the concrete, spreading dark red patches.

The medic rushed over with a first-aid kit, not particularly surprised by the scene—after all, he'd followed Cui Ming on many missions and was used to his "simple and brutal" approach. Cui Ming handed over the severed limb, his tone as calm as if he were handing over a bottle of water: "I sealed the wound with a flamethrower. It's fine as it is. Just keep an eye on him, keep him alive, don't let him die too soon. There are other things to settle later." "Yes, Captain!" The medic took the limb, skillfully opened the first-aid kit, and took out bandages and hemostatic drugs, knowing perfectly well—there was no need for mercy when dealing with scum like this who traded workers' lives for money.

Choi Myung clapped his hands, wiping the bloodstains on his trousers, and turned to look at Saeko Busujima standing to the side. The sword in her hand had been wiped clean with a cloth, but the excitement in her eyes hadn't faded. Her fingers gripped the hilt tightly, her knuckles turning white; clearly, she hadn't had enough. A faint smile played on Choi Myung's lips: "That's about it for here. The remaining accomplices are hiding in the cabin. Saeko, you continue the main attack."

He had just handed the severed limb to the soldiers beside him and told them to find a place to "keep it safe" when he heard Saeko Busujima's smiling voice: "Okay, darling."

Cui Ming glanced at her, his tone tinged with helplessness, but he wasn't really angry—he knew she was doing it on purpose. "We're at work, so we should address each other by our titles."

Saeko Busujima couldn't help but laugh, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She deliberately dragged out her words, her voice full of teasing: "Alright, Captain." To her, this kind of lighthearted banter during a serious mission was a unique kind of fun between them, which could both relieve the tension of the mission and bring them closer together.

Cui Ming didn't refute further, but simply nodded: "Mm." He raised his hand and gestured for the riot police behind him to "follow," then took the lead and walked towards the cabin of the "Donghai Maru." His steps were steady, each step particularly powerful, and his eyes held a hint of anticipation—there were still a few developers hiding in the cabin, which would be a good opportunity for Saeko to "make some moves" and let these scumbags understand that disregarding other people's lives will ultimately come at a price.

Saeko Busujima followed closely behind, her right hand gripping the hilt of her sword. She twirled the sword lightly in her hand, and her smile deepened—with missions to do, a lover by her side, and scum to be dealt with, life was simply indescribably wonderful.

Of course, this is also related to Saeko Busujima herself.
She was the type who craved blood, and in Cui Ming's opinion...
She's awesome! Saeko is perfect for dealing with those idiot executives!

After all, when Cui Ming needed her to kill someone, she really dared to do it!

Of course, it's not that Cui Ming didn't dare, but that Cui Ming's side also needed to execute some people and was too busy!
So we need Saeko Busujima's help to slaughter some of them.

Saeko was very cooperative.
To be honest, this was a pretty easy task. (End of Chapter)