I accidentally joined a group of charlatans, so I immediately called the police and handed it over t

The sun in the South China Sea remained scorching, like a high-hanging shadowless lamp illuminating the funeral of Western maritime hegemony.

The red sea was still and picturesque, yet it exuded a suffocating eeriness.

Inside that enormous "red amber," the once invincible "Blue Quite" drilling platform and escort ship are emitting a sickening metallic tearing sound.

"Sizzle—sizzle—"

That was the sound of an industrial-grade laser cutter slicing through special steel.

For the Chinese people, this is a chapter of construction.

But for the thousands of American soldiers lining up on the deck, it was a death knell to slowly torture their dignity.

Chen Xi sat on the command ship not far away, holding a cup of tea that never seemed to run out.

He watched all of this indifferently through the one-way glass.

Li Guobang stood beside him, watching this scene, his eyes slightly red, a tremor of relief that came from the humiliation he had suppressed for decades.

"Did they sign it?"

Chen Xi's voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable chill.

"Signed."

Li Guobang took a deep breath and placed a thick document on the table.

"Declaration of Voluntary Relinquishment of Ownership of Naval Vessels," "Confession of Guilt for Illegal Intrusion Causing Ecological Disaster," and more...

Li Guobang paused, a complex sense of pleasure lingering in his voice.

"There is also a Refugee Assistance Application Form for each person."

A mocking smile curled at the corner of Chen Xi's lips.

"refugee."

"This word is used very precisely."

He turned his head and looked at the screen.

There, the once proud Commander Steve was taking off his glorious military uniform and putting on a fluorescent yellow vest with the words "Nantianmen Charity Relief" printed on it.

"Hurry up! Each person can only take five kilograms of personal belongings!"

The Chinese engineers, armed with loudspeakers, urged the soldiers on like herding ducks.

"Any electronic devices, hard drives, or even watches with chips must be left behind!"

"This is part of the deduction for waste disposal fees!"

Steve lowered his head, his face turning a deep purplish-red.

He clutched a family photo tightly in his hand; it was the only dignity he had left.

As he crossed the red dividing line and boarded the Chinese transport ship, he couldn't help but look back.

The warship that had been with him for ten years was being dismantled piece by piece by a huge crane, like building blocks.

A deafening roar echoed as the bridge was severed.

It was like a resounding slap across the face of the entire Western world.

The live stream chat is going crazy with comments.

"My God, that's a disgrace to the Seventh Fleet!"

"This isn't a retreat, this is surrender! This is blatant surrender!"

"The Chinese are selling our warships as scrap metal? How dare they!"

In Huaxia's live broadcast room, there was only a screen full of red flags and tears.

Chen Xi withdrew his gaze and lightly tapped his fingers on the table.

"Old Li, pass the word down."

"Do not remelt the special steel that has been dismantled."

"Make them into commemorative medals and give them to every soldier who participated in this operation."

"I've already thought of a name: 'The Broken Backbone'."

Li Guobang was shocked, and his eyes were filled with awe as he looked at Chen Xi.

This is not just about killing.

This is to extract the other person's soul and expose it to the scorching sun.

Just then, Chen Xi's phone, which was on the table, suddenly vibrated violently.

That wasn't an ordinary vibration.

Instead, it carried a scorching heat, as if the phone was about to burst into flames.

Chen Xi raised an eyebrow and swiped the screen.

The long-dormant "Heavenly Court Chat Group" is now flooded with flame emojis.

【The Great God of the Three Altars and the Sea (Nezha)】: @Chen Xi!!!

【The Great God of the Three Altars and Seas (Nezha)】: Come out! Get out here, you little brat!

【The Great God of the Three Altars and the Seas (Nezha)】: I'm so angry! I'm so angry! My Hun Tian Ling is a divine artifact! It's an innate spiritual treasure!

【The Great God of the Three Altars (Nezha)】: You actually told those mortals that it was "super glue"?!

Chen Xi looked at the text that was almost jumping out of the screen and could even imagine the little boy with the pigtails jumping up and down in anger on the cloud.

He calmly took a sip of tea and typed rapidly with his fingers.

[Chen Xi]: Third Prince, please calm down. This is all for your own good.

【The Great God of the Three Altars (Nezha)】: Bullshit! You turned my treasure into industrial waste and you say it's for my own good? I think you just want to taste the Flaming Spear!

Chen Xi remained calm and composed, a sly smile typical of a cunning businessman playing on his lips.

[Chen Xi]: Third Prince, think about it.

[Chen Xi]: If mortals knew that this was your Hun Tian Ling (a magical ribbon), then those barbarians in the West would surely study it day and night, and even use all sorts of filthy things to try to break it.

[Chen Xi]: Wouldn't that tarnish your divine power?

[Chen Xi]: I call it "glue," which is a game-changer.

[Chen Xi]: This means that we don't need any divine artifacts to deal with them; a few industrial products from the mortal world are enough.

[Chen Xi]: This is a way of indirectly raising your social status!

The group chat was silent for a few seconds.

Nezha seemed to be caught up in this peculiar train of thought.

【The Great God of the Three Altars and Seas (Nezha)】: ...Although it sounds somewhat reasonable.

【The Great God of the Three Altars and the Seas (Nezha)】: But! I'm still not happy!

【The Great God of the Three Altars and Seas (Nezha)】: Those mortals actually said that my magic power is a "chemical reaction" and even said something about "molecular locking". It sounds awful!

A hint of a smile flashed in Chen Xi's eyes.

Kids need to be coaxed.

Especially those bratty kids who have the power to destroy the world.

[Chen Xi]: To heal the wounded heart of the Third Prince.

[Chen Xi]: I have specially prepared a "Special Edition Mecha Figurine for Mortals" for you.

[Chen Xi]: This is a rare treasure that even the Thunder God doesn't have.

[Lei Gong]: ?

[Lei Gong]: Who was it that commented "Lei Zhenzi is more handsome than you" in my comment section?

Nezha's attention was instantly diverted.

【Three Altars Sea Meeting Great God (Nezha)】: What kind of figure? Is it even more powerful than that Avengers thing?

[Chen Xi]: Of course, this is the greatest masterpiece in the mortal realm regarding "mechanical ascension".

[Chen Xi]: However... because the production process is extremely complicated, it can only be delivered in batches at present.

Chen Xi sent over a super-exciting Optimus Prime mashup video.

In the video, the red and blue steel giant, wielding a thermal axe, falls from the sky amidst an explosion.

That perfect combination of mechanical and violent aesthetics instantly struck Nezha's heart.

【The Great God of the Three Altars and the Seas (Nezha)】: !!!

【The Great God of the Three Altars and the Seas (Nezha)】: This is great! This is awesome! Much better than that one in the tight-fitting clothes!

[The Great God of the Three Altars and the Seas (Nezha)]: Give it to me! I want this!

Chen Xi looked at the excited ID on the screen and gently put down his teacup.

Now that you're on this ship, you won't have the choice to get off later.

glue?

No, Third Prince.

This is the glue of desire; once it's stuck, even gods can't escape it.