The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

That gaping, stinking, blood-red mouth magnified infinitely in Tangtang's vision.

Tangtang was so frightened that she closed her eyes.

The beast's fangs had already touched Jiang Chen's neck skin.

Jiang Chen smiled slightly.

He simply raised his hands and gripped the upper and lower jaws of the bio-weapon.

"roar?"

A hint of doubt seemed to flash through the chaotic mind of the bio-weapon.

next second.

Jiang Chen exerted force with both arms and pushed outwards.

"Rip—!"

A chilling sound of flesh being torn apart drowned out all the other noises in the room.

The inhuman roar abruptly stopped.

That enormous head was torn in two, alive, from the middle.

Hot, viscous blood and an unknown fluid drenched Jiang Chen.

The massive body of the bio-weapon seemed to have all its bones removed, and it fell straight backward.

"Boom!"

The entire octagonal cage shook violently.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

Those audience members who had just been vomiting from the bloody scene forgot to breathe.

They looked at the man standing in the rain of blood, his body covered in blood, as if he were a demon god who had emerged from the depths of hell.

Jiang Chen shook the blood off his hands, letting the warm liquid slide down his cheeks.

He took a step, stepping over the corpses of the bio-weapons, and walked out of the deformed octagonal cage.

His gaze passed through thousands of stunned spectators and landed precisely next to the shattered screen on the second floor.

Behind the one-way glass there stood a figure.

"We won the championship."

Jiang Chen's voice remained calm, yet it resonated throughout every corner of the slaughterhouse.

"Give me the invitation."

The second floor.

Lei Hu's body was trembling uncontrollably.

He looked down at the blood-soaked figure, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

That's not a person.

That's definitely not human!

"Tiger...Tiger Lord..."

His men behind him were chattering.

Lei Hu's facial muscles contorted, fear replaced by an even stronger madness.

He lost.

He lost hundreds of millions in cash and also lost his last trump card.

If this monster is allowed to leave here with the money, Lei Hu in the western district of Haicheng will become a complete joke!

"Clear the area!"

Lei Hu grabbed the walkie-talkie and roared with all his might.

"Get all the gamblers out of here!"

"quick!"

A piercing alarm sounded throughout the slaughterhouse.

Dozens of security guards in black, armed with riot shields and stun batons, rushed out and roughly drove away the still-stunned audience.

"What are you doing! I haven't refunded my money yet!"

"Damn! Lei Hu's trying to renege on his debt?"

Discontent and curses erupted from the crowd, but under the threat of the stun guns, people still rushed out in fear.

Tang Tang, carrying three heavy snakeskin bags, was also being pushed and shoved by the crowd.

She turned around and looked anxiously at Jiang Chen, who was still standing in the center of the field.

"Big brother! Run! Something's wrong!"

Jiang Chen did not move.

He simply stared quietly in the direction of the second floor.

"Bang! Bang!"

Several huge iron gates leading to the outside world were slammed shut and bolted.

The entire slaughterhouse was transformed into a sealed iron can.

The once bustling venue was now empty except for Jiang Chen and Tang Tang, who was clutching a money bag and looking deathly pale.

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the stairs could be heard.

Lei Hu led dozens of men in black suits down from the second floor.

These people were all holding dark, menacing weapons.

Dozens of gun barrels were pointed at Jiang Chen from all directions.

Lei Hu walked to the front of the group, a sickly grin on his face.

"Kid, you're pretty good at fighting."

He kicked the bio-weapon corpse on the ground and then pointed at Jiang Chen.

"Unfortunately, this is the 21st century."

"No matter how good your kung fu is, you're still afraid of bullets."

"On my Thunder Tiger's turf, if you win money, you'll leave your life behind!"

Tangtang's legs went weak, and she sat down on the ground with a thud, almost dropping the money bag she was holding.

"The gun...it's a real gun..."

Her voice trembled, and all the color drained from her face.

She looked at the dark gun barrels, then at Jiang Chen standing beneath them.

A tremendous fear and regret overwhelmed her.

She shouldn't have brought him here!

Forget about fancy clubs and young models, forget about getting rich quick—you need to be alive to enjoy it!

"Big brother..."

Tang Tang scrambled to her feet, trembling as she ran to Jiang Chen, spreading her arms to try and block him with her small frame.

Although she was trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind, she couldn't even cover Jiang Chen's shoulder completely.

"Don't shoot! We don't want the money...we want it all back!"

Lei Hu laughed even harder as he watched this scene.

"It's too late."

"Today, both of you will become mincemeat in this cage."

Jiang Chen lowered his head and glanced at Tang Tang, who was standing in front of him.

He reached out and patted the brightly colored head.

"Get out of here."

His voice was very soft.

Tangtang was stunned for a moment, not quite reacting yet.

Jiang Chen had already taken a step forward, completely blocking her behind him.

He was alone, facing those dozens of dark gun barrels.

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"shot!"

Lei Hu roared.

He had gone completely insane, wanting nothing more than to blast this inhuman monster in front of him to pieces!

"Bang bang bang bang—!"

Lei Hu's command was like opening the floodgates of hell. Deafening gunfire erupted instantly, dozens of weapons spitting out deadly flames at the same time.

A dense hail of bullets formed a deadly net, enveloping Jiang Chen in the center of the arena from all directions!

"Big brother—!"

Tangtang let out a desperate scream and instinctively closed her eyes.

After the gunfire stopped.

Tang Tang opened her eyes with trembling hands and saw a scene she would never forget in her life.

Jiang Chen remained standing in the same spot. In his palm lay several deformed bullets, still emitting wisps of smoke.

Catching a bullet with bare hands?

The dozens of gunmen looked as if they had seen a ghost.

"This...this...no...impossible..."

Lei Hu's mind went blank.

Even legendary martial arts masters could never do this!

At that very moment, Jiang Chen made a move.

His figure left a lingering shadow on the spot.

next second.

He appeared at the outermost edge of the encirclement, in front of a bodyguard with a gun.

The bodyguard's pupils reflected Jiang Chen's calm face; he even forgot his fear, his mind completely blank.

Jiang Chen extended two fingers and lightly touched the bodyguard's wrist where he was holding the gun.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound of bone cracking rang out.

The bodyguard's wrist snapped backward at an odd angle, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

"ah--!"

The screams had just begun.

Jiang Chen's figure appeared in front of another person.

The sounds of bones cracking, accompanied by suppressed screams, filled the enclosed slaughterhouse.

In Lei Hu's horrified and distorted gaze, Jiang Chen's figure moved like a gray lightning bolt, weaving among dozens of gunmen.

Each flash was accompanied by the breaking of a wrist.

Less than ten seconds.

Jiang Chen returned to the same spot, as if he had never left.

Not a single drop of blood stained his body.

Around him, dozens of bodyguards in black had all dropped their weapons, clutching their broken wrists and writhing on the ground in agony.

Lei Hu stood there, dumbfounded.

The gold-plated pistol in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".

His mind was blank.

"Now, we can talk about the invitation."

Jiang Chen's voice seemed to be ringing in his ears, and also in his mind.

Lei Hu suddenly snapped back to his senses and turned to run away.

But as soon as he turned around, a foot stepped on his back.

An overwhelming force pressed him firmly to the ground.

His face slammed heavily against the cold cement floor, scraping off large patches of skin and flesh, and his mouth was full of blood and sand.

Jiang Chen bent down and picked up the gold-plated pistol.

He walked to the VIP area and kicked away the table that was in his way.

He sat down in the large, genuine leather boss's chair that originally belonged to Lei Hu.

Then, he stepped on Lei Hu's blood-stained head and ground it hard.

He looked down at the underground emperor who had just been so arrogant.

He raised his hand and fiddled with the exquisitely crafted, gold-plated pistol.

The muzzle of the gun moved slowly.

Finally, it aimed at Lei Hu's crotch.