The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

"Master Jiang...Master Jiang?!"

"That card was indeed a gift I gave to Master Jiang!"

On the other end of the phone, Lei Hu's obsequious yet fearful voice echoed clearly through the deathly silent main hall of the Ye family, all through the hands-free connection.

The entire audience fell silent, trembling with fear.

Just moments ago, he had looked down on Jiang Chen, but now he was filled with awe.

Ye Hong's hand holding the phone stiffened slightly. After hanging up, the way he looked at Jiang Chen completely changed.

Ye Tian, ​​standing beside him, had lost all color in his face.

"Master Jiang...it's impossible...this is impossible..."

Under the gazes of awe and fear, Jiang Chen's eyes passed through the elegant attire and settled on the presence of the chair in the center of the hall.

It was a grand master's chair carved from a single piece of rosewood, with a lifelike nine dragons playing with a pearl carved on the back, and two majestic dragon heads on the armrests.

It has no gold inlay or jade inlay, yet it possesses an aura that commands the entire scene.

Dragon-head chair.

The exclusive seat of Ye Canglan, the head of the Ye family, is a symbol of the underground order and power in the entire Haicheng.

The chairs were empty, and no guest dared to approach within three meters. There seemed to be an invisible boundary separating the realms of mortals and kings.

Jiang Chen's gaze passed through the elegant attire and the swaying hair, landing on that chair.

The moment he stepped into the main hall, a slight tremor ran through the remnant soul of the true dragon within him. And the source of that tremor was that chair.

Beneath the chair, there seemed to be a faint yet pure dragon vein energy being suppressed.

For others, that was forbidden territory.

For him, however, it was the most natural supplement.

Under the gazes of the guests, some filled with awe and others with envy, Jiang Chen ignored the long tables laden with exquisite pastries and the wealthy businessmen who tried to strike up a conversation with him.

He strode forward and walked straight to the center of the hall.

He walked very slowly, each step seeming to tread on everyone's heartbeat.

"What...what does he want to do?"

"No way? He wouldn't be thinking of..."

The whispers abruptly stopped.

Because Jiang Chen had already reached that invisible boundary line and crossed it without pausing.

Then, amidst hundreds of ghostly stares, he turned around with utter ease and sat down on the dragon-headed chair with an air of superiority.

He leaned back, sinking into the wide back of the chair, his legs casually crossed, as if he were born to sit there.

The entire main hall was deathly silent.

Even the melodious piano music stopped at some point.

Everyone's expression froze on their faces.

Tang Tang was also stunned. Although she didn't understand the rules here, judging from the reactions of the people around her, she knew that Jiang Chen had done something terribly wrong. She stood there, unsure whether she should follow him.

Jiang Chen raised his eyelids and glanced at her.

"come over."

He patted the dragon head armrest next to him again.

"Sit here."

Tang Tang's mind went blank, but her body moved over without hesitation. She didn't dare to actually sit down, but carefully placed half of her bottom on the armrest, her posture as awkward as a marionette.

Jiang Chen picked up a bunch of grapes from the fruit plate next to him and handed it to her.

"peel."

Tang Tang subconsciously said "Oh," and began mechanically peeling the grape skins, then offered the glistening flesh to Jiang Chen's lips.

This scene completely shattered the psychological defenses of everyone present.

crazy!

This man is absolutely insane!

That's more than just a chair; it represents the Ye family's reputation and the rules of Haicheng! Anyone who dares to sit on it is a mortal enemy!

What's more, he even had a woman sit on the armrest and peel grapes for him!

This is a provocation! This is a blatant insult!

"You! Are! Looking! To! Die!"

A hysterical roar shattered the silence. Everyone looked on in astonishment to see Ye Tian, ​​who had been slumped on the ground moments before, now struggling to his feet. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a madman. The immense humiliation and fear had completely destroyed his reason, turning him into a beast driven to the brink of despair, driven only by primal madness.

"You bastard! Who gave you the nerve to sit here?!"

Ye Tian pointed at Jiang Chen's nose, trembling with anger.

He roared at the dozen or so bodyguards in black behind him, "Drag him off the chair! Break his limbs! I want him to know what happens when you offend the Ye family in Haicheng!"

"yes!"

The dozen or so bodyguards in black exchanged glances, clearly still shaken by the phone call, but they dared not disobey Ye Tian's orders. Finally, the two closest bodyguards reluctantly stepped forward.

Their temples bulged, their steps were steady, and they exuded a refined, menacing aura. Clearly, they were masters of internal energy with blood on their hands.

The two men, one on the left and one on the right, transformed into two afterimages, their large, fan-like hands grabbing at Jiang Chen's shoulders.

The surrounding guests gasped in suppressed shock, and many timid socialites closed their eyes, unable to bear witnessing the bloody scene to come.

Jiang Chen remained leaning back in his chair, not moving an inch.

He even had the leisure to open his mouth and eat a grape that Tangtang handed him.

Just as those two hands were about to touch his shoulders.

He picked up a glass of red wine that was placed on the armrest.

A flick of the wrist.

The wine in the glass transformed into a scarlet ribbon, splashing out.

The liquid did not disperse in the air; instead, it condensed into two slender, blood-red blades, which, with a sharp whistling sound, headed towards the two bodyguards.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Two muffled thuds as sharp weapons pierced flesh.

The two menacing internal energy masters suddenly froze as they charged forward. They looked down and saw that each of them had a gaping hole in their knee.

Blood stained the expensive handmade carpet.

"ah--!"

The belated, excruciating pain caused them to let out piercing screams, their bodies went limp, and they collapsed heavily to their knees before Jiang Chen.

This bizarre scene made everyone gasp.

Using alcohol to harm others?

He even crippled two internal energy masters with a single move?

What kind of trick is this? Sorcery?!

Ye Tian was also stunned, but he quickly recovered, and a deeper rage and a trace of fear appeared on his face.

"Monster! You monster!"

He pulled a fine silver pistol from his pocket with a fierce but cowardly air, pointing the dark muzzle at Jiang Chen's head.

"I don't care who you are! No matter how good your kung fu is, can you stop a bullet?!"

"I'll send you on your way right now!"

He was about to pull the trigger.

Jiang Chen finally raised his eyes.

He bent his finger and flicked it lightly in the direction Ye Tian was.

An invisible gust of wind pierced through the air and disappeared.

Ye Tian felt a numbness in his wrist, as if he had been hit by a speeding car.

"Bang!"

The gun in his hand flew out.

Even more terrifying, the pistol, made of special alloy, seemed to be crushed in mid-air by an invisible giant hand, emitting a series of teeth-grinding "crackling" sounds, before disintegrating completely.

Gun barrels, magazines, firing pins, spare parts... were scattered all over the ground.

Ye Tian stared blankly at his empty hands, then at the parts on the ground, completely dumbfounded.

Jiang Chen put the wine glass back in its place, leaned forward slightly, rested his elbows on his knees, and looked down at Ye Tian, ​​whose face was pale.

His voice was calm, yet carried a sense of indifference that seemed to look down upon all living beings.

"Since this chair represents the strongest in Haicheng..."

"Then, besides me."

"Who else is worthy to sit here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the faint but powerful aura of a true dragon emanating from him was released without reservation.

The two bodyguards kneeling on the ground trembled violently, their heads bowed even lower, as if they were worshipping their king.

Ye Tian was so overwhelmed by this aura that he stumbled backward and fell to the ground with a thud, his face filled with disbelief.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

In a quiet corner of the circular corridor on the second floor of the main hall.

A woman with a graceful figure, dressed in a dark green cheongsam, stood by the railing. She held a small sandalwood fan in her hand, waving it gently.

Her gaze remained fixed on Jiang Chen the entire time, showing no fear whatsoever, but rather a keen interest.

She parted her red lips slightly and commented on the old man in black beside her in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft.

"This dragon crossing the river is quite interesting."