Hands on Your Head and Kneel

"Hands on your head and kneel!!"

The two soldiers, Jack and Mason, froze for a moment. They had never expected the paralyzed Ba Di to stand up directly, raising his hands toward the sunlight.

A faint halo shone around him in the light, as though a god had descended. Ba Di had always possessed a mighty build, but it had not been very noticeable when he sat paralyzed in a wheelchair.

Now that he stood, his towering, mountain-like frame struck the two soldiers with such force that their breathing seemed to stop.

When Jack and Mason came back to their senses, chills ran through their hearts. It felt as if they were facing an upright mountain.

"I told you to put your hands on your head and kneel!!!"

The chill in their hearts made them shriek loudly! The two raised their M16 Automatic Rifles, their sweaty palms gripping the weapons as they aimed at Ba Di's back. His shadow stretched before them under the refracted sunlight, bringing a trace of unease to their hearts.

Jenny covered her mouth. Seeing Ba Di stand again, she wept with joy.

She had spent countless nights in guilt and pain, tortured by the self-blame of having caused Ba Di's paralysis.

Now that she saw Ba Di suddenly stand again, she did not think much of anything else. Her heart was filled only with happiness and joyful tears.

Ba Di lowered his hands. The soldiers' fearful, sweaty threats, the friction of their tight grips on their guns, and Jenny's wildly excited heartbeat were all exceptionally clear in his ears.

Everything formed a clear image of a world in his eyes, ears, and mind.

His frame was magnificent, his chest held high, his muscles seeming ready to burst through the white fibrous hospital gown.

Sunlight shone upon Ba Di's face, its contours still as sharply defined as ever. His eyes and facial features in particular left an even deeper impression.

His eyes were as deep as black holes, filled with wisdom. There was indifference in his gaze, madness lurking in the Deep Bottom, yet also an irresistible dominance.

His face seemed carved by a blade, hard as marble, with an unyielding supreme will etched into every line.

The deep scar across his face added several degrees of savage brutality that no one dared provoke.

From today onward... no one will ever make me submit.

A smile appeared on Ba Di's face. The domineering, indifferent, intensely aggressive look in his eyes made it impossible not to be wary of him. The only one who was not wary was Jenny, who loved him to her bones.

Jenny reached out in delighted surprise, wanting to touch Ba Di.

Ba Di turned around and, beneath the sunlight, wrapped his left arm around Jenny's slender waist.

Amid the sunlight and the soldiers' shrill cries, the two seemed like they had just finished a waltz and were now sharing their final loving gaze.

They were like the leading actors in a stage play, standing under a spotlight and watched by all.

"Jenny Jones."

"Are you willing!"

"To devote everything to your master, flatter me, look up to me, believe in me? Are you willing to swear allegiance to me, to be my loyal slave for the rest of your life, serving me with your courage, strength, and wisdom?"

"To become the Slave of Love beneath my feet!"

Ba Di pulled away from Jenny's lips. His eyes held an iron will that allowed no refusal. This was not a question, but a certainty.

His voice no longer held its former gentleness. It was sonorous and forceful, an unquestionable command.

Jenny was intoxicated with desire. Her heart had been pounding wildly without pause, and an unhealthy rapture appeared on her face. Hearing Ba Di's words, she answered impatiently.

"I'm willing! Ba Di!"

"I'm willing to do anything for you."

Jenny's eyes were dazed as she sank completely into this domineering, intensely aggressive Ba Di. She was intoxicated by this moment.

Ba Di smiled. His gaze was still as gentle as she remembered, but what it revealed was no longer the love of before. It was an indifferent dominance, like an emperor high above, smiling in approval at her.

"Let go of Doctor Jenny!!!"

Jack roared while holding his gun, his trembling voice echoing through the empty warehouse. There was a trace of fear and panic in his heart.

To be honest, no one had ever seen Ba Di fight.

While he had been unconscious, he had seemed gentle and easy to get along with. Aside from Colonel Slade sensing something unusual, no one had noticed anything.

Now that he was no longer concealing himself or acting, his majestic body and soaring aura that seemed to pierce the heavens made him resemble a giant emperor, viewing all beneath heaven as ants to be crushed underfoot.

No one could ignore such a brutal king.

He wanted to rule over life, and he had the ability to rule over life.

"Notify Colonel Slade!"

Jack shouted again, the magazine of the M16 in his grip feeling damp. Dense sweat appeared on his face. The calmer Ba Di became, the more he regarded them as nothing, and the more Jack's heart trembled. His voice had become a roar! Mason was no better off. His throat had gone dry with nervousness. Only after his colleague's reminder did he hurriedly take the radio from his waist, intending to notify Colonel Slade.

Ba Di gently released Jenny, who was reluctant to part with him.

He stepped sideways, moving away from Jenny. Jack's black muzzle shifted with his movements.

"I told you to stop!"

Jack gritted his teeth and roared. His sweaty palms kept rubbing against the grip and magazine, while the terror and unease in his heart left it hanging by a thread.

Ba Di remained indifferent. He walked toward Jack, his towering body bearing down on the soldier like a lofty mountain.

Without even an expression, he exerted the greatest pressure on others.

"Ah!!!"

Jack's eyes widened. The taut string in his heart snapped under the pressure, and he roared as flames continuously burst from the muzzle of his M16.

"Bang bang bang..."

Copper-jacketed bullets shot from the black muzzle one after another.

Ba Di's pupils contracted, and a faintly stern look crossed his face. He vaguely saw the blurred bullets, breaking through the sonic vapor cones at their tips, tracing ballistic paths, their friction glowing red-hot as they shot toward him.

Even now, he still did not possess the ability to withstand firearms head-on.

But by hearing the sound of a finger pulling the trigger, the bullet chambering inside the rifle, and the firing pin striking to ignite the gunpowder in the barrel, Ba Di could determine in his mind which direction the bullets were coming from.

Bullets traveled in straight lines.

To someone with super hearing, all of this was clearer than seeing with his eyes.

He could locate his enemies by sound.

Suddenly.

Ba Di's figure abruptly left afterimages, swaying from side to side as though he were weaving through the glowing bullets. In truth, he had already anticipated every bullet's trajectory.

The sounds of "thud thud thud" stirred the air in the warehouse. Accompanying Ba Di's movements, they somehow felt even more startling and resounding than the gunshots.

Jack grew even more terrified. Ba Di seemed to be swimming through an ocean of bullets, yet not a single bullet could hit him.

Jack could clearly see Ba Di's figure, but he could not see the speed of the bullets. He chased Ba Di's figure with his gun, yet the bullets spewing from the muzzle flames seemed unable to catch up to him.

The bullets always skimmed past Ba Di's skin by the slightest margin, bringing him only a trace of scorching heat.

"Click click click... Ah!!!"

Jack desperately pulled the trigger. He had emptied the M16 Automatic Rifle, yet his trembling fingers kept pulling it, producing clicking sounds. His eyes were wide with fear.

He fearfully lowered his head to look at the M16 Automatic Rifle. He could not believe someone could weave through a sea of bullets unscathed. He deeply doubted what he was holding in his hands. Was it even a gun? Could someone be faster than bullets? Of course not. Ba Di was not faster than bullets; he had simply heard the path of every bullet and seen the direction of the muzzle.

Ba Di suddenly appeared at his side. Jack raised his head in horror, and what he saw was a pair of eyes looking down upon him as though he were an ant.