The game of power

In the Kremlin, everyone who steps into this palace involuntarily bows their head. An elderly man had just gotten out of his car when he took off his hat and walked inside with a child who only reached his knees and a robust man.

"Godfather, quite a few powerful individuals will be coming this time. Are you sure you want to bring your grandson in? Our arch-enemy will also have a powerful figure here today. I'm worried..."

"Of course, child. Our ruler is a benevolent king; he will not allow children to shed blood before him."

The robust man possessed the strength of 260,000 horses, a strength that would allow him to dominate any region, yet he still addressed the old man before him as Godfather.

In the old days of the Yaga, many Yaga who had outside power were recruited by clans. The clans would train them from childhood to become the pillars of the clan.

But now, these so-called pillars of strength seem like weeds that can be broken at will in the face of this enormous palace.

"Godfather, you still haven't told me about the bottom line of the family's tolerance this time..."

"You idiot!"

Without hesitation, the old man grabbed his cane and slammed it hard into the man's knee.

"If I don't tell you, then there's absolutely no need for it. Now that things have come to this, what qualifications do you think we have to negotiate with that person? Whether it's reputation or strength, we're nowhere near their level."

Do I really have to say it? Has your Magnetic Field Power only enhanced your brain's memory?

With each word the old man spoke, his cane struck down once, and the man could only shrink back dejectedly.

"Listen carefully, this time, whatever that person asks for, grant him. From now on, his orders are the highest command of the family. As for our mortal enemy, hehe..."

The old man led the child inside, and the young child asked curiously:

"Grandpa, what happened to our nemesis?"

"Heh, it's nothing. I just remembered that those idiots often frequent shady banquets. Today, this newly born Daichi will taste their blood."

The old man walked into the banquet. They were not the main characters this time. No matter how experienced a person is, their thoughts and intentions will be exposed in an instant when they appear in front of a person with a strong magnetic field. Therefore, this exchange was just to check the wind direction and, incidentally, to let their grandson see the world.

After watching the grandfather and grandson enter, the man behind him flashed and followed an energy that could only be detected at the level of Magnetic Field Rotation, heading towards the study behind the Kremlin.

There were already many powerful figures here, and he immediately spotted the one who could be considered his nemesis.

The atmosphere became somewhat tense. Over the years, these people had naturally had many conflicts, and if they had the chance to kill each other, they would show no mercy.

But the exchange between the two sides was limited to eye contact; no fool would dare to make a move in such a place.

With a loud bang, the door opened, and a powerful suction force emanated from it.

250,000 horsepower -- Electric Claw!

Bai Mo naturally could not allow these powerful individuals to continue to be vassals of those families; at the very least, those families that acted recklessly would no longer have such an opportunity.

Besides, this is for their own good. After all, people from the Strongman Space often come here for a stroll, and most of them probably won't pay any attention to these guys, but who knows if some fool might be in a hurry to reincarnate?

Therefore, Bai Mo immediately decided that he should first dampen the spirits of this group.

Using only 50% of his Complete Realm, plus the strength of 250,000 horses, should be enough to just dampen their arrogance.

However, things didn't seem to go as Bai Mo had expected. The strongest among these powerful individuals possessed a strength of 450,000, but under such a powerful Electric Claw attack, many of them were sent flying in like tumbleweeds.

Only the person with 450,000 horsepower just tumbled in; compared to the others, he wasn't in too much of a sorry state.

Wow, so frail!

It's not that he's weak and frail, but after experiencing the burning of his body, Bai Mo's energy flow is no longer what it used to be. His body has withstood such a massive energy flow, and his current energy flow is far greater than before.

Even if he were to restrain himself, his power would still be beyond what these people could resist. Furthermore, he hadn't truly tested the extent of his power flow, which resulted in the current situation.

'That's quite decisive. This way, they won't think my Master is a pushover who can be bullied at will.'

Anastasia thought to herself, completely unaware that Bai Mo had simply overexerted himself, and that many powerful individuals had even suffered broken bones and injuries.

'Since there doesn't seem to be any issue like a severed hand, Cellular Regeneration should be sufficient, right?'

With that in mind, Bai Mo decided to give these guys some time to reorganize.

The room fell silent. Everyone present felt an immense pressure, a stillness that seemed to stop their hearts. Their minds raced as they thought.

'Is this meant to intimidate us? No, it can't be that simple. Some people are hurt, but the severity varies; a few are merely embarrassed. There must be a deeper meaning behind this.'

'Damn it, I shouldn't have taken that chance. Those shady characters in the family should all be killed!'

Some quick-thinking individuals began to observe the situation and try to decipher Bai Mo's intentions. They eventually discovered that those strong individuals with relatively clean hands were generally not seriously injured.

Leading the group was the powerful figure he had met before, the one who had knelt before the Fantasy Tree alongside the people. He was somewhat surprised, not expecting that the Savior had not punished him; it must be that his piety had won him favor.

What they didn't know was that those who were seriously injured were simply lazy. Even if constrained by their environment, strong individuals could still hone their Complete Realm by fighting against opponents like magical beasts.

However, those who willingly degenerate, treating cultivation as a job and spending the rest of their time on pleasure, will still get injured even with ample resources.

But few people would have thought of this, and even if they did, those who indulge in debauchery would not admit it.

As for Cellular Regeneration, don't be ridiculous, who would dare?

'Suka, you really shouldn't have taken any chances.'

Despite the tearing pain in his internal organs, a powerful man stepped forward, knelt on the ground, and ripped off one of his own arms.

"Savior, I understand your intention. Those scum who participated in this cruel feast will show no mercy. Tomorrow, no, tonight, the Daichi will taste their blood!"

Bai Mo raised an eyebrow, trying to keep a straight face, while inwardly he was full of complaints.

'These guys are certainly pragmatic and know what's good for them; they don't even need to say anything. But isn't he already undergoing Cellular Regeneration? His liver is ruptured. And there's no need for this, is there?'

Bai Mo's expression turned somewhat strange, a mixture of relief, worry, and confusion. Bai Mo generally didn't read other people's thoughts, as he considered it an invasion of privacy.

Of course, those present were unaware of this; they only felt that it was impossible to deceive them this time. Seeing Bai Mo's bewildered expression, they became even more panicked.

"You bastard, your family is practically clean, yet you cut off one of your arms right off the bat. What are we, the less clean ones, supposed to do? Die on the spot?"

Many people secretly thought to themselves, "This person is quite shrewd. The method of self-harm is only valuable when used by the first person; it's cheapened afterward. And if he's so ruthless right from the start, what about the others?"

The only option left is to bleed heavily elsewhere.

"We are willing to heed your advice and offer up 70% of our family's annual contribution."

"The Volkov Family is willing to give up 90%!"

Bai Mo was putting immense pressure on them. The fact that Bai Mo had destroyed the abandoned theater had already directly conveyed the savior's intentions, and now it seemed that he was definitely a ruthless ruler.

This means a purge of the family is necessary. Oh well, with the arrival of a new era, let's just consider it a time to clear away the stagnation.

Some people agree with him, while others dislike him. Some powerful individuals came here only hoping that this savior would be a kind-hearted person. Since their illusions have been shattered, there is naturally no need for them to stay any longer.

These families are mostly riddled with crimes; otherwise, why would they fantasize about such things? Are they waiting for Bai Mo to give them handouts?

"Hmph, I cannot accept this!"

A man with a ferocious expression snorted coldly and was about to leave.

Bai Mo didn't expect every powerful figure to obey him; he was prepared to use both kindness and force. But before he could say anything, the leading powerful figure suddenly threw a punch, smashing his head into pieces!

"Can't accept it? In that case, you damned thing, get out of the world protected by your savior! You dog, die!"

The attack was swift and ruthless; those who were trying to leave, with only 230,000 horsepower, were instantly annihilated.