The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

Jiang Chen sat cross-legged on the yellowed bed sheet, his eyes closed, seemingly unaffected by the surrounding murky air.

Sudden.

A rumbling sound, growing louder as it approached, like muffled thunder rolling across the earth, gradually became clearer and eventually coalesced into a deafening roar.

The sound brutally shattered the tranquility of the night in Haicheng.

The door to room 305 next door was suddenly pulled open, and Tang Tang rushed out barefoot, her exaggerated smoky makeup looking somewhat comical due to her panic.

She pressed her face against the stained window of the stairwell and looked down.

The narrow alleyway downstairs from the hotel was now completely blocked.

Dozens of motorcycles with their glaring lights flashing formed a circle, with thugs holding steel knives and iron pipes straddling them. It was a dark mass, at least a hundred people.

At the alley entrance, the door of a black Mercedes opened, and a burly man with a shaved head and a thick gold chain around his neck stepped out.

The burly man had a cigar in his mouth, and his henchmen quickly draped a black trench coat over his shoulders.

He exhaled a puff of smoke, looked at the dilapidated hotel sign, and his fleshy face twitched.

"Brother Sang Biao! This is it! Old Wang said that kid is on the third floor!" A thug came running over, bowing and scraping.

Sang Biao, the king of the underground world in the western district of Haicheng.

Tangtang's legs began to tremble.

Of course she knew Sang Biao, the real local tyrant of this area, ruthless and vicious, and at least eight or ten people had died at his hands.

She racked her brains but couldn't understand how she had gotten involved with such a person.

She rushed to the door of room 303 like a madwoman and pounded on it.

"Big brother! Big brother, open the door quickly!"

"Something terrible has happened! Something drastic!"

Her voice was choked with sobs, so sharp it sounded like it was going to pierce her eardrums.

Jiang Chen stood inside the door, his expression calm, looking at the girl outside who was terrified.

"What's wrong?"

"Run! Run!"

Tangtang tried to pull his arm, but found that she couldn't move it at all.

"Sang Biao! It's Sang Biao with his men! They've surrounded the entire area downstairs! There are at least a hundred of them! And they're all carrying knives!"

She was speaking incoherently, pointing towards the window.

"We'll jump out the back window! It's the third floor; at worst, we'll break a leg, which is better than being chopped into mincemeat!"

Jiang Chen walked past her to the window and glanced down.

Downstairs, the man named Sang Biao also looked up and met his gaze.

Sang Biao grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and raised his hand in a throat-slitting gesture.

"run?"

Jiang Chen withdrew his gaze and glanced at Tang Tang, who was still trembling.

"Why run?"

Tang Tang was completely stunned.

"You...you're crazy? That's Sang Biao! Over a hundred men, bro!"

Jiang Chen ignored her and turned to walk towards the stairwell.

"Where...where are you going?"

"Get out of here."

"Are you going down there to your death?!" Tang Tang was almost in tears.

Jiang Chen didn't stop walking; his figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

Tang Tang stood there, stunned, staring at the empty stairwell, her mind blank.

It’s over.

This tough guy seems to have some mental issues.

She gritted her teeth, turned around and ran back to her room, scrambling onto the windowsill with both hands and feet, truly preparing to jump.

But her gaze was irresistibly drawn to the commotion downstairs.

……

The hotel's dilapidated glass door was pushed open from the inside.

Jiang Chen came out.

He stood alone in front of hundreds of thugs wielding weapons, as if he were taking a stroll in his own backyard.

All eyes were on him.

Sang Biao watched him with great interest, spat out the cigar in his mouth, and crushed it with the tip of his leather shoe.

"Kid, you've got some nerve."

"Anyone who dares to touch my Tiger Lord's men, dares to stand up again."

Jiang Chen took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a drag.

He didn't even look at Sang Biao; his gaze swept over the thugs around him who all had menacing expressions.

That look was like looking at a swarm of noisy flies.

"Tiger Lord?" Jiang Chen exhaled a smoke ring. "Never heard of him."

"He asked me to bring you a message."

Sang Biao's face darkened.

His henchman immediately jumped out and yelled, "Damn it! Who do you think you are, daring to talk to Brother Biao like that!"

Jiang Chen flicked off his cigarette ash.

"He wants you to learn to speak properly in your next life."

This sentence is like pressing a switch.

"Damn it! What's with the arrogance?!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill this arrogant brat!"

The thugs closest to Jiang Chen roared and raised their machetes high, then brought them down on his head and neck!

The wind is howling!

Tangtang, who was on the windowsill upstairs, screamed and covered her eyes with her hands.

however.

next second.

Through her fingers, she saw a scene she would never forget.

Jiang Chen moved.

His figure left a lingering shadow on the spot.

"Bang!"

The first thug who rushed forward had his chest caved in before his machete even came down.

He flew backward like a kicked ball, knocking down a group of people behind him.

Jiang Chen moved like a ghost, bursting into the crowd.

There are no fancy moves.

Only the most direct and purest violence.

One punch.

The crisp sound of bones breaking.

One kick.

The muffled thud of flesh and blood flying everywhere.

Wherever he went, people and horses fell in chaos.

Those fierce-looking thugs were like paper dolls in front of him, collapsing at the slightest touch.

Their machetes couldn't even touch the hem of Jiang Chen's clothes.

Their bodies were twisted into all sorts of bizarre angles by Jiang Chen's fists and feet.

Screams, wails, and the cracking of bones rose and fell in waves.

The whole process took less than three minutes.

When Jiang Chen returned to his original spot and stood still.

There was no one left standing in the alley behind him.

Hundreds of people lay on the ground, some unconscious, some groaning, their blood staining the ground red.

Upstairs, Tang Tang's hand covering her mouth was trembling violently, her eyes wide like saucers as she stared down at the demon-like man below.

The entrance to the alley.

Only Sang Biao remained, still standing there.

His lips, which were trembling as he held the cigar, wouldn't close.

Jiang Chen finished his last puff of cigarette, threw the butt on the ground, and crushed it out with his toe.

He walked step by step toward Sang Biao.

Sang Biao's legs went weak uncontrollably.

"You...you stay away..."

"Who exactly are you...?"

Jiang Chen did not answer.

He walked up to Sang Biao, raised his foot, and gently kicked him in the knee.

Sang Biao let out a piercing scream, his knees buckled, and he knelt heavily on the ground.

Followed by.

A foot stepped on his face, slamming his head hard into the cold, dirty cement floor.

Jiang Chen lowered his head, looking down at the so-called overlord of the western district of Haicheng.

He flicked the ash from his cigarette into Sang Biao's eyes.

"Is that all the people?"

"Haicheng's underworld is too weak."

Sang Biao's eyes streamed down his face from the burns from the cigarette ash, and his body trembled violently from the intense pain and fear, yet he dared not utter a single word.

"Do you have an invitation to the Ye family auction?" Jiang Chen's voice was calm and indifferent.

"Yes...yes! I have it!"

Sang Biao felt like he was suffocating, so he quickly pulled out a gold-embossed card from his pocket.

"Brother Biao...no, sir! This is the invitation! Please take it! Please take it!"

Jiang Chen glanced at the card and saw the character "外" (meaning "foreign") printed in the corner.

"The outer perimeter?"

He increased the force of his footwork.

Sang Biao's face bones emitted a groan of unbearable strain.

"Ah—! I'll talk! I'll talk!"

"Sir! This...this is all my possessions! Someone of my status can only get my hands on the outer edges!"

"There's only one way to get an invitation to the inner area!"

"What method?"

Sang Biao, as if grasping at the last straw, shouted at lightning speed:

"Underground boxing match!"

"Three days from now! There will be an underground boxing match in the West District arena! No secret names, no winners or losers!"

"The final champion will not only receive 50 million in cash!"

"And we can also get a VIP invitation to the Ye family's auction!"