Livestreaming Forbidden Zone: Starting with a Qilin Tattoo Terrifies the Entire Internet

"Two thousand years ago, you stood at the entrance to Qin Shi Huang's Mausoleum... Who exactly are you?!"

Li Zhenhua's roar echoed in the closed room. He slammed the black and white photograph onto the table, slightly curled from the force. The figure in the photo, wearing a windbreaker out of place in this era and carrying the iconic black and gold ancient sword, stood quietly in front of the Qin Mausoleum's underground palace two thousand years ago, like a ghost that had crossed the river of time, mocking humanity's understanding of time.

"Carbon-14 dating can now produce black and white images!!!"

Jiang Han's gaze fell on the glaring carbon-14 test data in the lower right corner of the photo. His pupils contracted sharply in that instant, and his heart skipped a beat as if it had been gripped tightly by a large hand. A chill ran up his tailbone and straight to the top of his head, making the hairs on his body stand on end.

Jiang Han thought to herself, "This location seems to be from the previous timeline?!"

But he didn't move.

There wasn't even a trace of panic on his face; his previously languid eyes instantly became unfathomable, like two ancient wells concealing darkness capable of swallowing everything.

"Old Li."

Jiang Han's voice was eerily calm. He extended a finger and gently pressed it against the photograph. A faint golden light flowed from his fingertip, instantly crushing the photograph into powder. "There are some things that you are not qualified to know right now."

Li Zhenhua shuddered. Looking into Jiang Han's eyes, which seemed devoid of any human emotion, his throat felt blocked. The question that was on the tip of his tongue was swallowed back. A shiver from the depths of his soul made him subconsciously take a half step back.

Just then, there was a sudden, urgent knocking on the door.

"Reporting, General! Delegations from various countries have arrived at the base conference room and are putting pressure on us! The US representative stated that if we do not hand over 'dangerous biological samples' and control of them, they will consider it an act of war!"

The guards outside the door sounded anxious, clearly indicating that the situation was on the verge of spiraling out of control.

Jiang Han's lips twitched slightly, revealing a cold, extremely contemptuous smile. He slowly stood up, straightened the collar of his Zhongshan suit, and made a gesture as elegant as if he were adjusting his evening gown rather than facing negotiations that could trigger a world war.

"Acts of war?"

He repeated the word in a low voice, his tone carrying a chilling mockery.

"Let's go, Lao Li. Since they want to talk, let's teach them a lesson about manners."

Looking at the figure in front of him, Li Zhenhua took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turbulent questions in his heart, straightened his military cap, and his eyes regained their usual iron-blooded and sharp look as he strode after him.

Regardless of who Jiang Han is, whether he has lived for two thousand or twenty thousand years, at this moment, he is the God of War who protects the nation of China, and that is enough.

......

The atmosphere in the largest operations conference room in the base was so heavy it was almost palpable.

On both sides of the long conference table sat representatives from major global powers, including diplomats in suits, hawkish generals in camouflage, and several mysterious figures with sinister eyes and an eerie aura—clearly the superhumans behind these organizations.

Their eyes were fixed on the conference room door, like a pack of hyenas that had smelled blood—greedy, ferocious, and yet tinged with fear.

"Bang!"

The door was violently pushed open, and the two heavy solid wood doors slammed against the wall with a loud, teeth-grinding thud.

Jiang Han walked in with his hands in the pockets of his Zhongshan suit, taking a leisurely pace. Behind him followed Li Zhenhua with a stern expression and Lei, the fully armed team leader.

There were no opening remarks, no small talk.

Jiang Han walked straight to the head seat of the conference table, a seat originally reserved for the host, but he sat there as if it were his throne.

He sat down, leaned back, crossed his legs and put them on the table, his gleaming military boots dangling right under the American representative's nose.

"You have three minutes."

Jiang Han raised his wrist, glanced at the non-existent watch, and said in a detached tone as if dismissing a group of beggars, "Say what you have to say, and then get lost."

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone was stunned by this extremely arrogant attitude. The American general with a face full of fat slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly. His fat face trembled violently with anger, and spittle flew everywhere.

"Jiang Han! You are provoking the entire international community! The Kukulkan Pyramids are a heritage of all mankind, as is that dragon! You have no right to monopolize it! We demand..."

"Noisy."

Jiang Han frowned slightly and tapped his finger lightly on the table.

"Buzz—"

An invisible ripple spread out from his fingertip in an instant. Before the American general could finish speaking, he was hit head-on by a speeding heavy truck. He didn't even have time to scream before he was sent flying more than ten meters away and crashed heavily into the wall. The sound of his ribs shattering was particularly jarring in the deathly silent conference room.

"puff!"

The general spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, and slid to the ground like a puddle of mud, his fate unknown.

The remaining representatives instantly turned pale, their eyes bulging as if they had been choked. Several ability users who were about to make a move froze, their backs instantly soaked with cold sweat. They could clearly feel that just a moment ago, a terrifying and despair-inducing killing intent had locked onto the throats of all of them.

That was the gaze of a god looking down.

Jiang Han withdrew his finger, took out the Yinglong Reverse Scale from his pocket, and casually tossed it onto the center of the conference table.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

The moment the Reverse Scale touched the tabletop, the hard mahogany was instantly scalded through as if it had encountered butter on a hot iron. A burnt smell filled the air, and the air around the Reverse Scale was violently distorted by the high temperature. A faint blue dragon shadow could be seen circling and roaring within it, and the low-frequency dragon roar it emitted made everyone present feel a sharp pain in their eardrums and their hearts pound wildly.

"This was left behind by that dragon."

Jiang Han's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly penetrated everyone's ears, carrying an undeniable authority.

"It's still sleeping, and it's grumpy when it wakes up."

"If you want to wake it up, go ahead, but I won't save it a second time."

Jiang Han stood up, placed his hands on the table, leaned forward, and looked around the room with a flame burning in his golden eyes that made people afraid to look directly at him.

"From today onwards, a restricted area will be established within a radius of thirty miles, centered on the pyramids."

"Humans and livestock are prohibited from traveling, and birds are not allowed to cross."

"This is an imperial edict, not a matter for discussion."

"Who's in favor, and who's opposed?"

His voice echoed in the conference room, each word like a heavy hammer blow, striking everyone's hearts.

Oppose?

Looking at the American general still twitching in the corner, at the smoking scale on the table, and at Jiang Han's eyes that seemed to see through one's soul, who would dare to object?

That wasn't negotiation, that was notification.

That was a prison drawn by the gods for mortals.

Standing behind Jiang Han, Li Zhenhua watched this scene with a glint of fanaticism in his eyes. He took a step forward, and Lei, the team leader, and more than a dozen special forces soldiers behind him simultaneously pulled back their bolts, producing a series of uniform metallic clanging sounds.

"Advisor Jiang's words represent China's stance."

Li Zhenhua's voice was firm and powerful, carrying the iron will unique to soldiers: "Our Air Force has taken over this airspace. Any aircraft entering the restricted area without permission will be considered an intruder and will be shot down immediately!"

Double pressure.

One is a humanoid nuclear weapon with supernatural powers, and the other is a superpower with the top military strength on Earth.

At this moment, all greed and ambition were crushed in the face of absolute power.

The elderly diplomat representing the EU stood up shakily, wiped the cold sweat from his brow, and said in a dry voice, "I...we agree. This is for the safety of all mankind."

Once there's a first one, there's bound to be a second.

Soon, agreements were signed one after another, and the representatives of various countries, who had been at loggerheads, became as obedient as a group of schoolchildren who had made a mistake.

Jiang Han didn't even glance at the agreements before turning and walking out.

Stepping out of the base gate, the sunlight was so bright it was hard to open one's eyes.

In the distant jungle, the ancient pyramid still stands silently, its large hole at the top like a deep eye gazing at the sky.

Jiang Han stopped and looked back.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the thick layers of rock, revealing a sleeping dragon deep underground.

Sweet dreams, my old friend.

Once I sever the chains that bind me from the heavens, I will come to take you home.

"Let's go."

Jiang Han turned around and strode towards the private jet that was already waiting on the tarmac, his black trench coat fluttering in the wind.

The roar of the plane filled the air as its massive wings sliced ​​through the air, carrying the man who had just stunned the world into the sky.

Looking down at the increasingly smaller pyramids and the forbidden area he had drawn, Jiang Han slowly closed his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

This is just the beginning.

The real storm is yet to come.

[Ding! Host detected leaving the restricted area. Initiating the calculation of rewards for the S-rank mission "Classic of Mountains and Seas: Western Wilderness Chapter"...]

The system notification sounded in his mind, cold and mechanical, yet it finally made Jiang Han's tense nerves relax a little.

Settlement has begun.