The mysterious figure couldn't fathom why Ji Mo's punch, so ordinary and devoid of any spiritual energy, struck such fear into the turtle servant.
After all, the turtle servant's true form was a Silver Ring Sky Serpent that had cultivated for thousands of years, an ancient and untamed species with an unyielding spirit. Yet, here it was, beaten to a pulp and begging for mercy with a face full of terror.
This left the mysterious figure utterly bewildered.
"This scoundrel of a snake is all show and no go. I'll have his whip cut off and steeped in medicinal wine later."
The mysterious figure felt deeply humiliated. His subordinate's incompetence reflected poorly on him as the leader.
"It seems this human named Ji has a special constitution, and a remarkably powerful one at that."
The mysterious figure reached this conclusion and couldn't help but beam with delight. Offspring born from such an excellent 'human breed' would undoubtedly be extraordinary.
"Useless creature, bring the person to me."
The mysterious figure secretly transmitted his voice to the turtle servant. Since that was the case, he would meet this human himself. He firmly believed that no male could refuse his offer.
"Young Master, my boss wants to see you. Once you meet him, everything will become clear."
The turtle servant, clutching his swollen, pig-like head, said submissively. He then led Ji Mo and Yao Weiwei towards the backyard of the Joyful Pavilion.
Along the way, Ji Mo noticed many private rooms. Inside, handsome young human men were accompanied by several beautiful women from other races, whispering sweet nothings and enjoying themselves. Some rooms even had their doors and windows tightly shut, emitting sounds that made one's heart race and cheeks flush.
"The rooms seem to be occupied by human men who have gone missing recently," Yao Weiwei whispered to Ji Mo. She had initially believed the missing men had met a grim fate, but to her surprise, they were not only unharmed but were also enjoying the company of multiple women.
"Indulging in debauchery and a life of pleasure, this truly is a paradise for men," Ji Mo mused, feeling a touch of envy. This was the dream life every man fantasized about. However, he couldn't help but think these fellows lacked restraint. Their sunken eyes and pale complexions clearly indicated they were overexerting themselves, their bodies drained.
"No, no! Please, spare me."
Suddenly, a familiar voice cried out. It was Ying Tianbao, seemingly enduring some inhumane treatment. Ji Mo immediately grew anxious, fearing his young friend was in mortal danger. He then followed the sound and was met with a sight that made his head spin.
Ying Tianbao was surrounded by a bevy of voluptuous demonesses, his face covered in bright red lipstick marks. He looked utterly blissful. Ji Mo was furious. He had worried about this guy for days, only to discover that not only was he safe, but he was also enjoying an abundance of romantic attention.
"Pah, shameless!"
Yao Weiwei spat contemptuously. She had almost been deceived by Ying Tianbao's sweet talk that night. That scoundrel knew how to trick girls with his words. Mr. Ji, on the other hand, was much better. Although a bit unromantic, a man's honesty was the most precious quality. Instantly, Ji Mo's image as a good man grew immensely in Yao Weiwei's eyes.
"Brother Mo, when will you come to rescue me from this suffering? If I stay any longer, I'll be completely drained."
Ying Tianbao let out a pained wail. He had been tormented by these demonesses for days and was on the verge of collapse. However, despite his pleas, his body betrayed him as his hands uncontrollably reached out, fumbling amidst the soft flesh, eliciting bursts of giggles.
"Here, these men live like kings, feasting on delicacies daily, enjoying fine wine and dishes, and being served by the most beautiful women from other races," the turtle servant said, a flicker of disdain in his eyes. These human men, he thought, were nothing more than breeding tools, possessing only good looks. He then glanced furtively at Ji Mo, thinking that before long, he too would be reduced to such a state. Then, he would surely have his revenge for the humiliation he had suffered.
"What exactly are your intentions?" Yao Weiwei couldn't help but ask. If the Joyful Pavilion wanted to do charity, they could do it openly. Bringing these men here secretly must have a hidden agenda.
"For world peace, for the prosperity of all races, for the next generation..."
A resonant, impassioned voice rang out. The mysterious figure spoke with fervent conviction, clearly believing he was engaged in a grand undertaking!
"This guy is definitely sick!"
Ji Mo couldn't understand how such trivial matters between men and women could be linked to world peace. What connection could there possibly be? Why was a pleasure house acting like a savior?
The turtle servant, terrified, quickly distanced himself from Ji Mo. He knew his boss's temperament; usually, he appeared amiable and harmless, but when he lost his temper, he became incredibly terrifying. Furthermore, he had a gruesome fetish for steeping others' private parts in wine. For Ji Mo to dare call his boss sick, his days as a man were likely numbered. The turtle servant, fearing implication, kept his distance from Ji Mo.
"Throughout history, wars between races have been incessant, causing countless casualties and widespread suffering."
"According to my research, when excellent human males combine with females of other races, it is highly conducive to the birth of powerful hybrid offspring."
"And excellent descendants are the eternal pursuit of all races. Once my research is validated, humans will inevitably intermarry with other races. Over time, relations between races will become intimate, disputes will cease, and peace will prevail."
The mysterious figure revealed his objective. He captured handsome human men for his hybrid research. It could also be called experimentation, using outstanding human males as 'human breeds' to combine with females of various races, to see if they could truly reproduce powerful offspring. Hybrids were more likely to be geniuses, and he aimed to maximize the probability of genius emergence.
Ji Mo shook his head repeatedly upon hearing this, retorting, "This is utter nonsense. If that happens, won't our human men become coveted prizes? Then, when we go out, we'll have to constantly guard against demonesses and enchantresses ambushing us and dragging us home to be husbands."
In that case, the world would not only fail to achieve peace but would become even more chaotic. The human race's situation would become more arduous, and being eyed covetously by other races could lead to catastrophic disaster. Therefore, this must be prevented, or war would inevitably break out, and various races would surely raise their blades against humans, snatching their men.
Yao Weiwei felt a pang of hurt. Why was he looking at her when he was speaking? Was she the kind of wolf who would ambush and snatch men? Well, that idea was indeed quite appealing. If the facts were as he described, perhaps it could help the Howling Moon Silver Wolf clan re-establish descendants with immortal beast bloodlines and return to their ancestors' former glory.
Yao Weiwei's heart stirred, and her gaze towards Ji Mo changed noticeably. She was actually contemplating ambushing him and taking him by force. Ji Mo's power was undeniable. If she could combine with him, the resulting wolf cub might possess immortal beast blood. The thought sent a strange thrill through her. She couldn't control herself and, as if guided by some unseen force, slowly moved behind Ji Mo.