Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 1882 - 211: Robbery 2

With his current level of strength, Wang Yue possessed a visual acuity that far exceeded that of any common warrior.

Despite the significant distance separating the two vessels, he could clearly discern the predatory, lustful expression on the face of the man aboard the other ship.

Initially, Wang Yue considered that since this individual held the rank of second-in-command, he might possess valuable information; he had planned to spare his life and transport him back to Jinling. However, seeing that gaze, Wang Yue had already marked him for death.

“Come over here then. I will be your hostage,” Wang Yue called out to him.

The muscular man shook his head with a sneer. “Do you take me for a fool, Young Master Wang? You are all formidable warriors. Why would the five of us be reckless enough to board your vessel?”

“Only five of you, yet you have the audacity to attempt a robbery? You clearly have a death wish,” Wang Yue remarked with a chilling laugh.

“Hahaha…” The burly man erupted into boisterous laughter, pointing toward the horizon. “Take a look at that.”

Following his gesture, Wang Yue and the others watched as a massive, dark silhouette slowly breached the surface on the right side of their yacht.

Moments later, the shadow fully emerged, revealing a colossal submarine over two hundred meters in length. In the shadow of such a giant, their extravagant yacht looked like nothing more than a tiny fishing boat.

More alarming were the two massive gun barrels protruding from the top of the submarine, their muzzles locked onto the yacht.

“Do you still think we are the ones eager to die?” the burly man asked with arrogant laughter.

“Where did mere pirates like you acquire such a massive submarine?” Wang Yue inquired with a calm demeanor. “I realize that opposing you seems like certain death, so would you mind satisfying our curiosity before we perish?”

“There is no use trying to trick me. The dead have no need for knowledge,” the burly man replied. “And don't bother stalling for time or signaling for help. Every electromagnetic signal within a several-mile radius has been jammed; no distress calls will be getting out.”

“Ah, I see. That is a relief,” Wang Yue said, his words sounding nonsensical to the pirates.

The burly man continued his shouting, “Ladies on the ship, here is your chance: cripple your own Cultivation immediately and come with me. If you do, your lives might be spared. I will even teach you the true pleasures of being a woman. Otherwise, you will sink along with your ship!”

Ignoring the man, Wang Yue turned to Su Mengqing. “Sister, watch these fools; do not let a single one escape!”

Having said that, he moved to the right edge of the yacht and vaulted into the air, soaring dozens of meters high. The Sword of the Cold Moon manifested instantly in his grip.

“Level 8: Great Wild Wind!”

Bellowing the name of his martial technique, Wang Yue swung his blade downward toward the massive submarine.

At the sight of this, the burly man began to laugh. “Trying to challenge a submarine with mere human strength... Do you really believe you are—”

His sentence was cut short, his voice choking as if an invisible hand had seized his throat. His eyes bulged in shock as he witnessed the unfolding scene.

As Wang Yue slashed, the very space before him visibly warped, and that terrifying force was channeled directly onto the top of the submarine.

The two gun barrels bore the brunt of the strike; under the overwhelming power of the sword, they were instantaneously pulverized into dust.

The sword energy surged onward, slicing through the submarine’s hull—a structure forged from specialized metal designed to endure extreme deep-sea pressure and armor-piercing rounds.

The hull offered no more resistance than tofu; a massive breach was torn open, leading straight into the heart of the vessel.

Boom!

Only then did a thunderous sound, resembling a high-grade explosive, rumble through the air.

Simultaneously, the violent gale produced by Wang Yue’s strike began to howl, carving a massive crater nearly a hundred meters wide and over twenty meters deep into the water's surface.

The displaced water rose into a colossal wave that surged outward.

Observing this spectacle, not only the pirates but even the women who were close to Wang Yue stood frozen in awe.

“Brother is so handsome!” Wang Yaru couldn’t help but exclaim. At that moment, her brother’s modest stature seemed like that of a god in her eyes.

Wang Yaru’s words echoed the inner thoughts of all the women present.

Some loved Wang Yue for their emotional bond, some for family ties, and others were simply enthralled by his legendary sexual stamina. However, among them, only Su Mengqing had truly viewed him as a man she could fully lean on.

The others, Wang Yaru included, still saw him primarily as a young man—a boy they doted on and cherished, who happened to provide them with incredible physical pleasure.

But in this instant, Wang Yue’s display of power completely shattered their old perceptions.

His magnificent presence, resembling a deity descending from the heavens, utterly captivated them. Their hearts raced with longing, and some even felt a flush of moisture between their thighs. They felt an overwhelming urge to throw themselves into his arms and let him take them.

Of course, such things had to wait, as the danger had not fully passed; the submarine possessed more than just two cannons.

Without waiting for the turbulence of his strike to settle, Wang Yue stepped through the air and, with the speed of a lightning bolt, dove through the breach he had created and into the submarine.

Inside, the vessel was in a state of utter pandemonium, with hundreds of pirates scurrying in terror.

Wang Yue’s blow, which felt like divine retribution, had left them paralyzed with fear. Anyone capable of such a feat had to be a master at the “Degeneration Realm” or even higher.

How could they, mere pirates whose highest members were only at the “Earthly Barrier Realm,” hope to oppose such a force?

They scrambled to flee, desperate to escape, but there was nowhere to go. The submarine was so badly damaged by Wang Yue’s attack that any attempt to submerge would result in an immediate flood; they would drown without Wang Yue even lifting a finger.

Trying to escape across the water’s surface was equally futile, as they could never outrun the yacht, let alone a powerhouse like Wang Yue.

“Quickly, deactivate the jammer and send out the word: the Wang family of Jinling possesses a master at the ‘Degeneration Realm’!” Hei Hu, the commander of the Tiger Shark Pirates, roared.

But his subordinates, who usually followed his every whim, ignored him completely. They scrambled for hiding spots, and some even tried to abandon the ship.

Even if it meant swimming hundreds of miles through dangerous waters, it was a better prospect than facing a “Degeneration Realm” entity.

Once inside the submarine, Wang Yue made a direct path for the bridge. With a few lightning-fast strokes of his blade, he slaughtered every pirate within, neutralizing the threat of the remaining weapons.

Only then did he proceed to the cargo hold, clearing the vessel section by section. Utilizing his heightened perception from the “Return to Reality Realm,” no soul within the submarine could hide from him. He had no fear of killing the innocent—anyone moving freely within this pirate vessel was certainly a criminal.

Meanwhile, the burly men, including Hei Hu, had already been subdued by Su Mengqing and dragged onto the yacht.