At the White House, Bai Ye fixed his calm gaze on Ellis and said indifferently,
"It's just bending your knees and kneeling. Don't tell me your knees can't bend."
Under Bai Ye's steady stare, Ellis felt as though a Tyrannosaurus rex had locked its eyes on him. Cold sweat rolled down his forehead.
"Should I kneel too?" asked Rodriguez, smiling faintly from behind Bai Ye.
But Bai Ye couldn't even be bothered to acknowledge this man, whose very bones seemed made for political servitude. Making a man like that kneel carried no meaning at all.
"I said—kneel. Do I have to repeat myself?"
Bai Ye's voice was mild, but when he saw the tension freeze the room, a faint look of disdain curved his lips.
"It seems you still don't understand your position."
"Three…" Bai Ye began to count down. The pressure of death itself made Ellis's legs tremble uncontrollably.
"Two—" Bai Ye drew out the word, his gaze turning colder. The crushing force around him broke Ellis's last bit of resolve, and his knees finally gave way.
Seeing Ellis compromise, Rodriguez quietly exhaled in relief—only for a sudden motion to cut that relief short.
Bang!
With a dull, heavy sound, everyone froze, staring blankly at Bai Ye's hand as he withdrew it.
Before him, Ellis's body had been slammed so hard into the marble floor that he was half-buried in the concrete below, blood bubbling up from the cracks.
"Did this guy really think I cared about his kneeling? What's the point of acting tough?"
Bai Ye muttered softly, then a faint violet light flickered in his eyes. He turned toward Rodriguez.
"Hey, you."
Rodriguez jolted upright. "Ah? Y-yes, sir!"
"From now on, you're the president of this country. Any problem with that?"
"No, no problem at all! I—I love the position you've assigned me!"
Rodriguez had never imagined being promoted this way. His face twisted into something between a grin and a sob.
"But… sir, you're not taking the presidency yourself?" he asked carefully.
"I don't need the title to kill your entire family if I want to," Bai Ye said carelessly. "From now on, you report directly to me. Whatever I want, you provide."
"Of course, no problem at all," Rodriguez nodded frantically, unsure whether this was a blessing or a curse.
After all, with someone like Bai Ye, one could never tell when they might end up like Ellis—dead and mangled without warning.
"So… do you have any orders for me now?" Rodriguez asked humbly.
"Make an announcement to the world," Bai Ye said. "Tell them this place is mine. And if any other nation refuses to surrender, I'll visit them one by one."
Rodriguez hesitated awkwardly.
"That might be… difficult."
Bai Ye frowned. "Hmm?"
"It's not that we don't want to," Rodriguez quickly explained. "But the hydrogen bomb's EMP affected all of the Americas. Most electronics are damaged—it'll take some time to repair."
Bai Ye listened, then glanced around.
Indeed, the entire city of Manhattan was suffering from the electromagnetic pulse's effects:countless car alarms blaring, streetlights flickering, shortwave communications down, radar screens malfunctioning.Electrical fuses were burnt, circuits fried, insulation ruptured, software corrupted, and wireless systems offline.
"Fine," Bai Ye said casually. "Work faster. When repairs are done, contact me through Kingpin."
He hadn't expected postwar cleanup to be this troublesome.
With that, he pushed off the ground—and vanished.
As soon as Bai Ye left, Rodriguez finally exhaled in relief. But then, several dull thuds echoed nearby.
He turned—and froze. Four or five Secret Service agents, who had been reaching for their weapons, now lay motionless on the ground.
When did that happen?!
Rodriguez was horrified. These men had been preparing to retaliate after Ellis's death—yet Bai Ye had eliminated them all in an instant.
Due to the EMP, the entire American network had gone silent. Civilians couldn't access any updates.
Meanwhile, those with satellite access—the world's upper echelons—had locked down all information about Bai Ye. Nothing would be released publicly for now.
"Looks like the United States has surrendered," one analyst murmured, watching the feed.
After Bai Ye had taken the White House without further resistance, every nation understood what that meant.
The entire battle had lasted barely an hour—and the world's greatest superpower had fallen.
But really, what choice did they have? When you faced a being who didn't even fear nuclear weapons, the only options left were a dignified death—or a disgraceful survival.
Then came a report from the monitoring center.
"Bai Ye's position is moving—he's left the White House!"
Watching the supersonic streak trace across their satellite screens, everyone tensed.
"Where's he going?"
"That direction… it's Europe!"
A chill spread through every control room.
What is he planning now?
Bai Ye, unaware of the global panic he'd caused, was already racing toward Europe at terrifying speed, leaving an unmistakable trail of energy in his wake.
In London, the Prime Minister's expression darkened.
This guy—he just conquered America, and now he's coming for us?!
"Prime Minister, what should we do?" someone asked nervously.
"What else? Surrender, of course! Do you want to fight him?" the Prime Minister snapped.
Twenty-five minutes later, Bai Ye crossed more than six thousand kilometers and arrived directly over the British capital.Even the most reluctant among them had no choice but to surrender.
Yet to their surprise, Bai Ye didn't even intend to negotiate.Instead, he flew low around London once, circling its outskirts.
The speed was devastating. Moving at ten times the speed of sound, Bai Ye's mere passage tore the earth apart, leaving a massive trench encircling the entire city.
From above, the formation looked unmistakably like a giant middle finger, aimed squarely at London.
"Is he… drawing?" the Prime Minister muttered, his expression twisted with disbelief.
It was an act of pure, brazen domination.
A few minutes later, after circling the city several times, Bai Ye finally descended and said casually,
"The U.S. network's down, so I'll borrow your signal. Let's make a global announcement."
The British officials were seething with humiliation—but none dared resist.
Three minutes later, a live broadcast began.Across the world, screens lit up to reveal the solemn-faced Prime Minister—and Bai Ye himself, lounging comfortably in the seat of Buckingham Palace.
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