Chapter 136: Chapter 135: Ruthless Strike

"The maintenance hatch has been reinforced even further, utilizing the highest grade of armor available."

"Exactly. What are these Mutants trying to pull?"

"Who cares? Those bastards have been pulling shady stunts right under our noses."

When Yang Bo leaped down just moments ago, he had deliberately refrained from summoning his Mecha. He did this to allow his Skin Metalization to pinpoint the location of the maintenance hatch. The moment the Spaceship’s maintenance passage was breached, the person in charge of the Ash Organization issued an immediate command. Four Mechas were dispatched to eliminate the intruder.

Yang Bo’s current Mecha bore the outward appearance of a Biological Mecha, but its interior was fully mechanical, complete with radar and other advanced systems. Spotting two enemy Mechas appearing in the corridor, Yang Bo’s Mecha charged forward.

The two Mecha Masters from the Spaceship, who had just entered the passage, were caught completely off guard by the sight of a Biological Mecha. Weren’t they dealing with Mutants? Before they could react, they were ruthlessly slammed and dragged against the corridor walls. In the next second, two short swords were driven violently into their Mecha cockpits. The short swords had been modified from Energy Weapons, as his Bone Hammer couldn’t be altered.

Mecha Pilot +8!

Mecha Pilot +8!

Yang Bo then began to violently dismantle the Spaceship. Ships designed for planetary takeoffs and landings were built as single, integrated structures; otherwise, they would never withstand the immense gravitational forces involved in breaking orbit. Of course, the rockets from Earth ascended at a much slower pace and could get away with simpler designs, but a Spaceship like this traveled at vastly superior speeds.

He smashed through the walls. Optical cables? Severed! Assorted pipelines? Sliced! Before his Energy Weapons, the ship’s internal components were as fragile as tofu.

The Ash Organization’s supervisor knew things had gone south the moment he lost contact with his two Mechas.

"Take off, take off!" he commanded urgently.

But it was too late. The entire Spaceship was blaring with alarms as every system reported critical failures. The lights in the control room flickered and died—a total power outage. Though illumination returned a second later, it was only the dim, red glow of the emergency lights.

BOOM! Accompanied by a deafening crash, the floor of the main control room suddenly shattered, and a Mutant clad in a Biological Mecha leapt into the room.

The personnel in the control room stared in dumbfounded horror, many gulping nervously.

"Which tribe do you belong to..." the Ash Organization supervisor began, forcing a polite smile at the Biological Mecha towering before him.

In the next second, the Biological Mecha charged. The supervisor was smashed so hard he left a dent in the control room’s Metal wall. A short sword was nailed squarely into his forehead. The blade was somewhat oversized—in fact, the supervisor’s head wasn’t even as wide as the weapon itself.

Mind Control +32!

Another A-rank!

"It’s best if nobody moves. I have a terrible temper. Turn on the Spaceship’s public address system," Yang Bo ordered. From their perspective, he looked like a massive seven- or eight-meter-tall Mutant Mecha wielding two enormous blades.

The rest of the crew didn’t dare twitch a muscle. Their supervisor was an A-rank powerhouse, yet this Mutant had killed him without a second thought.

"Shut down the Laser Weapons," Yang Bo barked, pointing at another crew member.

"We’ve already lost control," the man replied, on the verge of tears. He had always thought of Mutants as bumbling fools, but a fool wearing a Biological Mecha and wielding massive weapons was absolutely terrifying.

"I hope for your sake that’s true."

"Third Huang, Cripple Liu, make your move!" Yang Bo shouted over the PA system. He found that he could actually understand the functions of the various systems aboard the Warship.

Meanwhile, down in the Underworld, Third Huang and his companions were burning with anxiety. It looked like the Spaceship was about to depart at any moment. Just then, they suddenly heard someone calling their names from the Spaceship’s speakers.

"You, go check it out," Third Huang ordered, pointing at one of his subordinates.

"Yes, boss," the subordinate swallowed hard before climbing out of cover.

Third Huang and the other Mutant leaders watched as the subordinate stepped out into the open, right into the firing line of the Spaceship’s Laser Cannons. However, the cannons remained silent.

"Capture the humans! Take them all alive!" Thrilled, Third Huang and Cripple Liu roared their orders and swarmed forward.

Over a dozen Mutant leaders, leading more than a hundred subordinates equipped with Biological Mechas and hundreds of elite Warriors clad in Battle Armors, instantly surged out of hiding.

The humans who hadn’t yet boarded the ship were stunned. A few tried to resist—several Mechas powered up their Laser Cannons—but Third Huang’s group completely ignored the incoming damage, driving their Biological Mechas straight into the enemy lines. In a single wave, they dismantled the defending Mechas, though they suffered some casualties of their own in the process.

"Brother?"

"Brother?" Third Huang and the others were dumbfounded as they charged out. There were hardly any enemies left—fewer than a hundred people remained. This small group was shivering in terror at the sight of the Mutants in Biological Mechas and Battle Armors, especially after watching several Mechas get effortlessly wiped out, leaving pools of blood spilling from the cockpits.

"Come to the Spaceship’s main control room. If you can’t find it, get someone to show you the way," Yang Bo’s voice rang out again. Though he couldn’t see the situation outside, he was grinning from ear to ear as he reviewed the ship’s data. There were already over a thousand people aboard, all of whom had been fitted with collars that suppressed their Superpowers.

There were still pockets of resistance inside the ship, but the dozen or so Mutant leaders, accompanied by dozens of their kin in Biological Mechas, simply bulldozed their way through.

"Brother?" Third Huang called out, brimming with excitement and adrenaline as they fought their way in. This was a real Spaceship! Upon reaching the main control room, the first thing they saw was the Ash Organization supervisor with his head cleaved in two.

"Third Huang, gather everyone and herd them to a spacious area. We’re going to open a dialogue with the Alliance Council," Yang Bo ordered directly.

"You got it. Get up, you dogs! Let’s see you try to lowball our goods now!" Third Huang and the others barked at the captives.

Yang Bo hefted his short swords and began hacking the control room to pieces. Completely losing power and control, the Spaceship plummeted heavily to the ground.

"This is the Mutants’ planet! We make our own rules!

"These Alliance scumbags are our hostages. We demand that the Alliance Council grant us the right to self-governance! If the Council refuses, we will execute every last hostage!"

As the people who had just boarded the Spaceship were herded back outside by Mutants in Battle Armors, the hostages heard a Mutant in a Biological Mecha booming out these demands. The staff members from various institutions and organizations were filled with bitter regret. If they had known this would happen, they never would have come to this hellhole.

Following Yang Bo’s speech, many more Mutants emerged from the Underworld. Some were bewildered by the situation, while others were practically vibrating with excitement.

"Third Huang, send your men to wipe out all the research bases and factories belonging to these organizations across the planet. Bring everyone back here," Yang Bo instructed in a low voice.

"Understood." Third Huang immediately went to retrieve the relevant data.

Truth be told, the Ash Organization had unwittingly done them a massive favor. The collars worn by the captives were individually numbered, and the ship’s database clearly detailed exactly which organization or corporation each number belonged to. They were undeniably the worst teammates in history. Although the Ash Organization couldn’t be entirely blamed—they didn’t know who the mole was and had to act fast—by abandoning so many people to flee, they had guaranteed that every major organization would be hunting them down.

Up in space, the crew aboard the Warship watched the unfolding events in stunned silence. The Mutants had actually hijacked a Spaceship and were now herding everyone down into the Underworld. What exactly were they planning?

"Captain?" Several crew members looked toward their commanding officer, wondering why they hadn’t intervened.

"These Spaceships possess special transit passes, but they haven’t formally identified themselves. According to military regulations, we cannot initiate a rescue mission unprompted," the Captain said, shaking his head. In reality, it was just a convenient loophole that allowed these shady groups to conduct their illicit activities undisturbed.

"Captain, look! What are those guys doing?" Just then, down in a large clearing, groups of hostages were marched out and forced to their knees, surrounded by a large contingent of Mutants.

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