The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

The rain poured down.

Rain washed over this scene of carnage, turning the blood on the ground into red streams that flowed down the cracked asphalt road.

Tangtang lay prone in the mud and water.

The wound on her shoulder was still bleeding, and the excruciating pain had made her lose all feeling in her left arm.

With her only remaining right hand, she desperately clawed at the ground, crawling bit by bit toward the man lying in the pile of corpses.

The arrogant man, who seemed capable of holding up the sky even if it collapsed, remained completely still.

Although the suffocating black aura emanating from him had dissipated, he looked as if he had just been pulled out of lava, his skin glowing with an eerie dark red.

"Big brother..."

Tang Tang's voice was hoarse and indistinct, mixed with the sound of rain.

Every step she took required all her strength.

"Don't scare me... Get up..."

She finally climbed to Jiang Chen's side and reached out to push him.

The moment her palm touched Jiang Chen's skin, she recoiled from the heat.

It's so hot.

This is not the temperature a living person should have.

"Is anyone there...?"

Tang Tang looked up at the dark night sky, raindrops hitting her eyes, she couldn't tell if they were tears or rain.

"Help! Someone please save my brother..."

Two blinding lights tore through the rain.

A black Maybach stopped at the intersection.

The car door slid open.

A huge black umbrella was raised, shielding the sky from the pouring rain.

Wearing a dark green cheongsam and high heels, Song Yuzhi walked up to the two people, avoiding the severed limbs on the ground.

She looked down at the man and woman on the ground.

His gaze swept over the corpses of the Ye family's elites around him, finally settling on Ye Canglan's body, whose throat had been crushed.

Even though she was used to seeing storms, her pupils contracted slightly at this moment.

One person can wipe out an entire clan.

Is this the power of a grandmaster?

"take away."

Song Yuzhi spoke, his voice exceptionally clear in the rainy night.

"Miss Song, please wait."

Qin Baicao, the elderly man in black holding an umbrella, suddenly stepped forward.

He slightly moved his sleeve, and a glint of cold light shot out.

"puff!"

Not far away, a seemingly dead corpse had just raised its wrist an inch, attempting to pull the hidden dart in its palm, when it was pierced through the center of its forehead by that cold glint.

The man twitched twice and then became completely still.

"alright."

Qin Baicao withdrew her hand, her tone indifferent.

He crouched down and glanced at Tang Tang first.

"Girl, don't move if you don't want to die."

He reached out and quickly pressed a few acupoints on Tang Tang's shoulder.

The bleeding has stopped.

Tang Tang trembled with pain, but clung tightly to Qin Baicao's sleeve: "Save...save my brother...please..."

"Let go."

Qin Baicao frowned and pulled her sleeve back.

He turned his gaze to Jiang Chen.

For the first time, this renowned traditional Chinese medicine master in the capital showed an extremely solemn expression.

He extended his withered fingers and placed them on Jiang Chen's wrist.

one second.

two seconds.

Qin Baicao's fingers snapped open.

"hiss--"

He gasped, realizing that his fingertips had been scalded and blistered.

"Old Qin?"

Song Yuzhi sensed something was wrong.

Qin Baicao stood up, took out a handkerchief from her bosom, wiped her fingers, and shook her head repeatedly.

"He's dead."

Tang Tang's mind went blank, and her vision blurred: "You're talking nonsense! My older brother just now..."

"Shut up."

Qin Baicao gave her a cold look. "I said he's dead, and he's dead."

He turned to Song Yuzhi, his tone serious: "Miss, this man's meridians are severed, and his yin and yang energies are completely out of balance. If it were just a simple internal injury, I could still save him. But there is an extremely domineering death energy within him, which is devouring his life force."

"This is divine retribution."

Qin Baicao pointed to the sky, "If Heaven wants to take him, no one can stop him."

Song Yuzhi looked at Jiang Chen on the ground.

Raindrops pelted his dark red face, creating a layer of white mist.

"I'm not dead unless I see the body."

Song Yuzhi turned around and said, "Put them in the carriage and go back to Haitang Garden."

Qin Baicao opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing Song Yuzhi's unquestionable back, she could only sigh.

"commit a sin."

……

Half an hour later.

Begonia Garden, an underground secret room.

This is Song Yuzhi's private territory in Haicheng, and it is also an absolutely safe house.

Jiang Chen was placed on a cold jade bed.

Even through the cold jade, the high temperature emanating from his body did not diminish in the slightest; instead, it distorted and warped the surrounding air.

Tang Tang sat in the corner, wrapped in a blanket, staring at the cold jade bed with a pale face.

Qin Baicao stood by the bed, holding a seven-inch-long gold needle in her hand.

"Miss, let me make this clear from the start."

Beads of sweat appeared on Qin Baicao's forehead. "If this needle fails to suppress the qi within his body, the boy will explode and die on the spot. At that time, this Haitang Garden will probably be razed to the ground."

Song Yuzhi sat on a sofa in the distance, holding a glass of red wine.

"Insert the needle."

She only said two words.

Qin Baicao gritted her teeth and flicked her wrist.

The golden needle transformed into a streak of light, piercing towards Jiang Chen's "Shen Ting" acupoint between his eyebrows.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound.

The golden needle, powerful enough to pierce a steel plate, was repelled by an invisible force the instant it touched Jiang Chen's skin.

The golden needle pierced the ceiling, its tip still trembling violently.

Followed by.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Several major acupoints on Jiang Chen's body spontaneously exploded, releasing bursts of blood mist.

He suddenly sat up, his eyes tightly closed, and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

"what!"

Tangtang screamed in fright and covered her eyes.

Qin Baicao was thrown to the ground by the burst of air and rolled several times before stopping.

He scrambled to his feet, half of his beard singed.

"This is insane! Absolutely insane!"

Qin Baicao pointed at Jiang Chen, who had collapsed again, her voice trembling, "This isn't an illness! He's fighting against the heavens! The true dragon's energy within him is battling against the malevolent energy! For us mortals to interfere is suicide!"

"It's hopeless! Absolutely hopeless!"

Qin Baicao waved her hands repeatedly, packing her medicine box to leave. "Miss, listen to my advice, throw him out immediately. In two hours, this kid will be a walking time bomb; whoever touches him will die!"

A stifling silence fell over the secret room.

Only Jiang Chen's heavy, bellows-like breathing could be heard.

Tang Tang scrambled to Song Yuzhi's feet, ignoring the pain from her wounds, and kowtowed while grabbing her skirt.

"Sister Song! Please don't abandon my brother! If you can save him, I... I'll serve you like a slave for the rest of my life! I beg you!"

Song Yuzhi looked down at the girl at his feet, who was crying with snot and tears streaming down her face.

She looked up again at the man on the cold jade bed, whose fate was unknown.

She recalled the scene at the auction where he stomped on the Dragon-Locking Stone and shattered it.

That kind of domineering arrogance that looks down on the world.

That kind of arrogance that regards all living beings as ants.

This is a knife.

A peerless sword that, once held in one's hand, could pierce the very sky above the capital.

Even if this knife is about to break.

It's worth taking a gamble.

Song Yuzhi tilted his head back and drank the red wine in his glass in one gulp.

The red wine slid down her slender neck, exuding a sense of determination.

"Old Qin."

She put down her wine glass, which clinked crisply on the table.

"Bring out that 'Nine-Leaf Resurrection Grass' plant from home."

Just as Qin Baicao was about to leave, she slipped and almost fell.

He whirled around, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets: "Miss! That's the herb the old master left for you to save your life! This herb is priceless; it can save your life in a critical moment! You...you're going to touch it for some wild boy?!"

"If he were to live, the reward he would bring me would be greater than ten resurrection herbs."

Song Yuzhi stood up and walked to the cold jade bed.

She reached out, wanting to touch Jiang Chen's burning cheeks, but stopped in mid-air.

She could feel the scorching heat.

"I, Song Yuzhi, have always preferred high-risk business practices."

She withdrew her hand, turned around and looked at Qin Baicao with sharp eyes.

"Or win big and make a fortune."

"Either you lose everything."

"I'm betting on this round."