The Empress's Gigolo

Panda Novel

Ren Baqian was determined to get two big weapons of mass destruction when he returned.

If he couldn’t get it locally, he would turn hostile and snatch it from India.

However, that would be too risky.

Even if he could get them, their firepower might not be suitable.

He and his people inside the cave would be less than three kilometers away from the herdsmen.

If the explosive power was too strong, then they would perish together.

As they spoke, crashing sounds could be heard from the entrance of the cave. These extremely loud sounds echoed to the mountainside and then reverted to the noise of jade-waisted slaves being killed. There were also sounds of people shouting and cursing.

The empress sent people to search and quickly received news.

“Your Majesty, the other party has an expert who was repelled by Sir Ren’s winged mount! However, two of our people are dead!”

“What kind of expert? Is it the person with a snake tail?” Ren Baqian asked.

“According to them, it was a man with horns.”

“They have truly brought out all their resources,” Ren Baqian sneered.

“I will take a look.” The empress walked toward the cave entrance.

Three Cardinal Heaven experts had already appeared. She had killed one and two remained. Some others could still be hidden.

Under this type of situation, only the empress could control the situation.

“Go if you have to. Do not worry because they can’t come in,” the empress said to Ren Baqian. Outside, 300 winged cavalry warriors wouldn’t be able to hold out against tens of thousands of jade-waisted slaves, but in a cave with only one exit, a strong winged cavalry warrior will be able to hold them off for a period of time.”

“Your Majesty, I will return as soon as possible.”

…

Two kilometers away from the cave, over 20 figures were scattered around and watching the green light that filled the sky and covered the area surrounding the cave entrance.

“That cave has no other exits,” someone pointed out.

Hundreds of thousands of jade-waisted slaves dropping down to the mountain could completely cover an area within five kilometers. Immediately, they knew that there was only one opening in that cave.

“Are they seeking death?” one herdsman asked calmly.

“Attacking one opening is too slow. If they block it, an unknown number of jade-waisted slaves will die if they continue resisting. We can dig two more holes in the mountain,” another herdsman said.

“There’s no need to dig more holes. Their leader is very strong, and she smashed up the genius from the Qing Jiao race in one encounter. If we dig new holes, we can capture the rest, but we can’t capture her. Let her stay there and slowly deplete her strength. They are stuck there without food and water. After she is tired, we can kill all of them in one fell swoop.”

“With 400,000 jade-waisted slaves, it’s impossible to escape! It’s only a matter of how much damage is inflicted.”

“They have used a form of poison that specifically targets the jade-waisted slaves and doesn’t harm people. There’s a poison expert among them.”

“The aboriginals aren’t good at using poison. Beside that person with dragon-cat blood, is there a person from the Wanxie Pool inside the cave?

“The Wanxie Pool is extinct.”

“Maybe there’s a fish that slipped through the net.”

“No way. I haven’t met those dirty people, but I could detect their stench from tens of kilometers away.”

“There’s no need to discuss these things since we just have to wait here. With 400,000 jade-waisted slaves and experts from eight races, they can hold out for seven days at the most.”

“We have experts from seven races now. It’s a pity that the genius from the Qing Jiao race is gone. I spent a lot of effort coaching him. Given time, he might have become as good as Liu Sheng.”

The number of jade-waisted slaves was estimated to be more than 150,000, but it was actually more than 400,000. This was because a large part of the area in the back was hidden from the view of Ren Baqian and his people.

400,000 jade-waisted slaves were easily able to destroy a nation. Each was at or near the Man Wheel level of strength and possessed the ability to fly, which humans didn’t have.

…

Upon returning to Earth, Ren Baqian saw Lin Qiaole sleeping soundly on his bed with her belly was exposed and drooling as usual.

Candy wrappers were found all over the bed.

During these past few days, she was no different from a rat in a granary.

They were fighting for survival over there, but Lin Qiaole was sleeping and eating here. It made him feel like giving her a kick in the butt.

Subsequently, Ren Baqian did kick her butt.

Lin Qiaole jumped up and clawed at him like usual.

However, he was prepared for this and only two rows of white marks were seen on his arms.

“Why did you kick me?” Lin Qiaole looked angrily at him, her small canine teeth gnashing and about to bite.

“Pack up and follow me to do some work.”

Ren Baqian looked at the sky and saw that it was morning.

After changing clothes, Ren Baqian brought Lin Qiaole to the Messier 87 department. On the way, he occasionally saw some flying motorbikes.

The flying motorbikes from ten years ago weren’t comparable to those of today. In terms of speed, weight load, maneuverability, and other aspects, they had become a standard mode of transportation.

Overseas, these new kinds of transportation were becoming common.

Locally, however, the control of air space hadn’t been opened up, so flying motorbikes could only be used in the city by the police and some special departments.

When he arrived at the ground floor of the Messier 87 department, he wiped his face. It was like changing his face, and his calm expression became solemn and filled with madness.

Ren Baqian was very satisfied with his reflection in the mirror.

He looked like a movie mogul who was thwarted.

He got out of his car and strode to the elevator. Every step was taken with extra force that made people feel the vibration.

On the way up to the Messier 87 department, the staff he met would give way to him. They had no idea what was happening.

“I want to see Yang Sen now,” Ren Baqian said coldly to the guard who had stopped him.

Five minutes later, he met Yang Sen.

In fact, Yang Sen already knew when Ren Baqian had departed from his villa.

Years had passed by. Yang Sen, who was in his mid-forties back then, was in his fifties now.

He had dealt with Ren Baqian many times, but this was the first time he had seen Ren Baqian look like this.

The moment he saw him, Yang Sen was startled and wondered what in the world had happened.

Did anyone offend him?

Otherwise, something must have happened in the other world.

The first words from Ren Baqian confirmed Yang Sen’s conjecture.

Ren Baqian sat on the sofa, making it sink and squeak.

“I want nuclear bombs!” Ren Baqian declared.

Yang Sen was shocked. Ren Baqian hadn’t mentioned this during the last few years, so why was he bringing it up again?

“I want a nuclear bomb, a small one. I must have it!” Ren Baqian said word by word. “You can look at my expression—I’m not joking! After all these years, you should know that I do not bother other people unless they bother me.

Yang Sen was jolted again.

From his expression, Yang Sen felt that Ren Baqain wouldn’t give up easily this time.

In particular, the crazed look in Ren Baqian’s eyes made Yang Sen feel that Ren Baqian might do something stupid if he was rejected.

“Old friend, I will certainly help if I can, but I’m not in a position to decide this matter. As you know, a nuclear bomb involves many issues.” Yang Sen sighed.

“Then get me somebody who can make the decision! I will give you ten minutes!” Ren Baqian said.

“I can only help you make contact. I can’t guarantee when you will be able to meet them,” Yang Sen said.

“Cooperation is something that requires mutual provision and an equal exchange of resources. I have done enough over the years. As for the compensation you have provided, you clearly know that it hasn’t been indispensable. This isn’t the way to work together if you give me evasive answers when I need help.” Ren Baqian stared at Yang Sen and exuded the air of an Earth Wheel expert. It seemed like Ren Baqian was staring at his prey, and Yang Sen broke out in a cold sweat.

“Hold your horses! I will have a heart attack if you carry on like this!” Yang Sen smiled bitterly. “Why don’t you let me contact my bosses first? Then, you can talk to them. This is what I can do.”

Ren Baqian nodded and withdrew his aggressive aura. Yang Sen felt as if a sharp knife pointed at his neck had been withdrawn and heaved a sigh.