Back then, because the Federation government had not approved the Earth Earth Martial Arts Association's application documents, no matter how Planet Company operated, it was ineffective... Helpless, Tam had no choice but to call his old master out of retirement.
Taro's approach was exactly as he had said before—simple and extremely brutal.
The reason these officials were not so supportive of the development of folk martial arts and were unwilling to approve the establishment of the Earth Martial Arts Association was simply because they thought martial arts, or martial artists, were nothing special. They might acknowledge that martial arts are impressive, and the elites among martial artists are formidable, but no matter how powerful they are... could they withstand airplanes and cannons?
That so-called Kamehameha that was hyped up by the media and the public... Yes, it's indeed very powerful, but how does it compare to a guided missile? It would still get torn apart in the end!
As for flying... that's even more ridiculous.
Science and technology are advancing every day. What's so difficult about making equipment to assist individual flight in the future? Exoskeleton armor, flying devices... there are plenty of methods.
So, ultimately, in Taro's eyes, these people were still just dreaming.
Dreaming.
All Taro had to do was wake them up.
He directly had Fabeli on the island produce a dozen sets of space suits. As long as they could maintain the life signs of a normal person, it didn't need to be too complicated, nor did it need to consider ease of movement. With Fabeli's ability, these things were naturally a piece of cake. In fact, even Hathaway could quickly make them.
Then, Taro brought these dozen space suits and headed to the Earth Federation government.
Originally, he planned to go alone, but Tam insisted on accompanying him. Taro didn't mind, so he took him along. Tam also brought with him a list of government officials provided by the advisory team...
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"You are... Mr. Tam? And... Mr. Taro? What are the two of you here for?"
In the king's office, the current king looked at the two men who had walked into his office as if it were their own.
It goes without saying that Tam was a legendary business magnate. How many people on Earth didn't know him? His Planet Company was so powerful that even the Federation government had to be cautious of it.
As for the gray-haired old man who came with him... that face, recognized by the whole world, how could the king not recognize him? Who else could it be but the so-called Muten Roshi that the public had hyped up?
If it were this person, then it seemed understandable that the heavy security at the government building couldn't stop the two of them.
"Don't be nervous. We don't want to do anything. Um... first, we're here to wait for a few people," Tam waved his hand casually at the king, shaking an envelope in his hand.
"Who are you waiting for?" Due to Planet Company's insistence on the Earth Martial Arts Association, the relationship between the Federation government and Planet Company had become somewhat strained. Therefore, the king's attitude wasn't exactly friendly... Tam's attitude, treating the royal office like his living room, made it hard for the king to be in a good mood.
Tam gestured toward the indifferent old man beside him, and Taro glanced at the king sitting behind the desk.
"Eh, don't I need to use the list?" Tam blinked in surprise.
"I'll remember it myself," Taro didn't even look at his silly son.
"You're here for the Earth Martial Arts Association that Tam…" The king was frustrated, but before he could finish the word "association", his voice began to fade, the light in his eyes dimming, and his gaze on Taro grew sharper, almost consuming his entire mind.
Then, he actually did what Taro had said. He picked up his personal phone and began contacting the people on Taro's list one by one.
In the office, only Taro, Tam, and the king remained. The secretaries were waiting outside, and despite the numerous surveillance cameras and personnel patrolling the building, no one had noticed Taro's arrival.
After finishing the last call, the king suddenly snapped to attention. Cold sweat dripped down his back, his face turned pale, and he gripped the phone tightly, asking Taro, "What have you done to me?! What is this sorcery?! You... you can control me!!!"
His voice grew sharper and shriller, almost hysterical, his face contorted with unease.
Not only was the king unsettled—any ordinary person would lose their composure upon realizing that someone could control their will. Even though the king had greatly overestimated this Martial Immortal, he never expected that the other person could manipulate his mind.
If… if just now, he had been made to do something illegal… if…
The king sat restlessly, pondering what seemed to be trivial matters in Taro's eyes.
He knew full well that with his own martial ability, it would be impossible to make any extra moves—such as calling for help—under the watchful eyes of these two people—primarily Taro.
The government had already studied countless videos of Taro's matches from the First Martial arts tournament. Every frame had been meticulously analyzed by technical staff.
The conclusion was clear: the other party's combat abilities had long surpassed human limits.
The title of "World's Strongest" was no exaggeration. Based on individual combat abilities, no one on Earth could surpass Taro.
Soon, the high-ranking officials from the list began arriving one by one. They met in the government building, each of them puzzled. But before they could wonder too long, as if guided by an unseen force, they found themselves in front of the king's office.
The last one to enter even closed the heavy wooden door behind them.
Boom. Inside and outside the door, two worlds.
Once Taro saw that everyone had arrived, he casually tossed a small bag from his pocket. Under a magical effect, the small bag transformed into a dozen thick, unattractive outfits.
"What's this?" One of the executives, frowning, glanced at Tam, Taro, and the clothes that had been thrown out. "Mr. King, you called us over, saying there was an urgent federal matter. What's going on?"
"...How did we even get here?" someone else wondered, still trying to figure it out.
The king remained silent behind his desk, staring at Taro and shaking his head.
Everyone then turned to look at the father and son. Naturally, they recognized these two.
"It's like this. My old man feels that you all seem to have misunderstood something, so… he's come personally to give you all a little lesson in perspective," Tam said with a light smile, speaking as if chatting about trivial matters, while delivering words that were simply unfathomable.