I'm Not Leaving! Have the Federation Chairman Personally Ask Me to Leave!

Silence fell over the meeting room again. Everyone looked toward the Chairman, waiting for him to decide.

The Chairman took a deep breath and rubbed his swollen temples. In all his years in office, he had never encountered a situation like this.

Overnight, several of the continent's most powerful forces had turned against the Federation at once. It truly left him dumbfounded.

"First, find out exactly who that Chef-Uniformed Man is," the Chairman said gravely.

"And contact Shrek Academy and the Spirit Pagoda immediately. Ask them why they're doing this!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Let's deal with the trouble in front of us first. The Federation will not suffer humiliation!" The Chairman waved a hand.

"We'll discuss the rest after dealing with this Titled Douluo who's come to challenge us. We can't let every stray cat and dog run wild at Federation headquarters."

Outside the Federation headquarters building, a crowd had already gathered.

A man in a chef's uniform stood in the center of the square, his hands behind his back, his bearing composed. He looked to be in his early thirties, with handsome features and a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Sunlight spilled over him, making his spotless white chef's uniform almost dazzling.

The visitor was none other than Mu Ye, the Body Sect Master and Tang Wulin's master, pure and simple.

Upon learning that something had happened to Tang Wulin, the hot-tempered Mu Ye had come straight over. Tang Wulin was the Body Sect's greatest hope, and his talent surpassed even that of Mu Ye's disciple, A Ruheng.

Nothing could be allowed to happen to him, even if protecting him meant offending the entire Federation.

By now, more and more people were gathering nearby, curiously studying the man who dared to storm Federation headquarters single-handedly.

"Who is this guy? He dares to cause trouble at Federation headquarters wearing a chef's uniform?"

"No idea. I heard he's here to pick a fight with some lieutenant general..."

"Is he crazy? Isn't that asking to die?"

"Shh, keep your voice down. I heard he's a Titled Douluo!"

"A Titled Douluo?! Seriously?"

Murmurs rose and fell around him, but Mu Ye seemed not to hear them. He simply stood there quietly, gazing calmly at the entrance to Federation headquarters.

Just then, a red mecha descended from the sky and landed in the square. Its cockpit opened, and Lieutenant General Li Tian stepped out.

He had changed into a crisp military uniform, and the general's stars on his epaulets gleamed in the sunlight. His gaze swept over Mu Ye, and his brows knitted slightly.

"Who are you? Why are you causing trouble at Federation headquarters?"

Mu Ye looked at him and replied evenly, "Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is that your Federation arrested my disciple for no reason. I've come to demand justice."

"Your disciple?" Lieutenant General Li Tian froze. "Who's your disciple?"

"Tang Wulin."

Lieutenant General Li Tian's expression shifted slightly. That child again? He looked Mu Ye up and down. No matter how he looked at him, the man seemed like a cook, not some formidable expert. He snorted.

"Tang Wulin is an Evil Soul Master. He attacked people in the street and severely injured a Federation officer. We arrested him in accordance with the law. You're his master? Then you're a suspect too!"

Mu Ye laughed. "An Evil Soul Master? You branded an eight-year-old child an Evil Soul Master? Your Federation certainly knows how to slap labels on people."

"Enough nonsense!" Lieutenant General Li Tian's expression darkened. "I suggest you know what's good for you and leave immediately. Otherwise, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"

Mu Ye did not move. He simply looked at him quietly. "And if I don't leave?"

Lieutenant General Li Tian's gaze turned cold. "Then I'll show you the Federation's might!"

As his words fell, the red mecha suddenly moved. Patterns lit up across its surface, soul power surged like a raging tide, and an overwhelming pressure bore down on Mu Ye. The spectators cried out and retreated.

"A divine-grade mecha! That's a divine-grade mecha!"

"Lieutenant General Li Tian is actually deploying a divine-grade mecha!"

"That cook is done for now..."

The crowd buzzed with discussion, and their gazes toward Mu Ye took on a touch of sympathy.

A divine-grade mecha was one of the Federation's most powerful weapons of war, with combat strength equivalent to a Three-Word Battle Armor Master.

Yet Mu Ye still did not move. He merely watched the divine-grade mecha, the smile on his lips deepening.

"A divine-grade mecha?" he said softly. "What a coincidence. I have one too."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and light shone from his palm. In the next instant, a fiery-red mecha appeared out of thin air, enclosing his entire body.

Dark-gold patterns flowed across its surface, each radiating an aura that made hearts tremble. It was a full size larger than Lieutenant General Li Tian's divine-grade mecha, with ferocious beast designs carved into its shoulder armor and an icy red glow shining from its eyes.

The entire square fell silent.

Lieutenant General Li Tian's pupils contracted sharply as he stared at the mecha in disbelief. "You... you're a divine-grade Mecha Master too?!"

Mu Ye's voice came from within the mecha, carrying a hint of mockery.

"I told you, what a coincidence. I don't have many hobbies. I just enjoy studying mechas. As it happens, I also took the exam for a divine-grade Mecha Master license."

He paused, and his voice suddenly turned cold. "Today, I'll teach you what a real divine-grade mecha is!"

Lieutenant General Li Tian's expression changed completely.

A fierce battle erupted!

Three hours later.

In the Federation Parliament Building, the atmosphere in the meeting room was so heavy it could have dripped water.

The Chairman sat at the head of the table, his fingers tapping incessantly against its surface in a rapid rhythm.

He had just received word that the man in the chef's uniform had defeated five Federation lieutenant generals. Five!

All were Titled Douluo-level experts, either Three-Word Battle Armor Masters or divine-grade Mecha Masters, yet the man had cut them down as easily as slicing melons and chopping vegetables. When the news arrived, the entire meeting room fell silent.

"Mr. Chairman," the messenger said, his voice trembling, "that... that Body Douluo is still standing where he was after defeating the five lieutenant generals. He said... he asked whether the Federation had anyone left."

A chorus of sharp gasps filled the meeting room.

"Just who is this man?!" A Parliament Member slammed the table and sprang to his feet. "Five lieutenant generals, defeated just like that?"

"What is the intelligence department even doing? How could we have had no information about someone like him?"

"How strong is he, exactly? Even five lieutenant generals couldn't beat him?"

Everyone spoke at once, their expressions growing uglier by the moment. The Chairman remained silent for a long time before finally speaking.

"According to the reports from the front, although his soul power fluctuations at full strength are only at level 94... his battle armor is extraordinary, comparable to ordinary four-word battle armor. His blood essence is also exceptionally powerful. His combat strength rivals that of a Level 99 Limit Douluo."

The meeting room instantly fell quiet.

Combat strength at the level of a Limit Douluo—that meant someone standing at the very tip of the continent's pyramid. The publicly known Limit Douluos in the entire Sun Moon Federation could be counted on two hands.

An expert of that caliber could make the continent tremble three times with a casual stamp of his foot, yet one had actually come to Federation headquarters in a chef's uniform to cause trouble?

"Mr. Chairman..." An elderly Parliament Member's voice trembled. "A Limit Douluo is already beyond our ability to handle. Should we... ask the War God Temple to intervene?"

The Chairman took a deep breath, his face ashen. He knew that, with matters having reached this point, the Federation had already lost all face.

But he knew even more clearly that if they allowed that Food God Douluo to keep causing trouble, the Federation's authority would vanish completely.

"Contact the War God Temple." The Chairman practically forced the words through clenched teeth. "Have them send someone to handle this. This falls within their duties."

He paused, then added, "Tell the War God Temple that this is a major matter concerning the Federation's dignity. They must take it seriously."

The messenger departed with his orders. Silence fell over the meeting room again, leaving only the Chairman's rapid breathing. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, feeling his temples throb.

In all his years in office, he had never encountered a situation like this. Overnight, several of the continent's most powerful forces had turned against the Federation at once, and they still had not uncovered what was going on. It left him unable to eat or sleep in peace.

What on earth is going on? Why is everyone targeting the Federation?!

Can someone tell me?