The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

The scalding hot medicinal liquid churned in the huge round bathtub, the dark green liquid bubbling with bubbles.

The strong aroma of herbs mixed with the scorching steam turned the entire bathroom of the penthouse suite into a steam room.

"Big brother...I...I can't take it anymore..."

Tangtang's voice, choked with sobs, drifted intermittently from the bathtub.

She was completely submerged in the medicinal liquid, with only her small head sticking out. Her originally fair skin was turned purplish-red by the drug's effects, her jaw was clenched, and her body trembled violently uncontrollably.

This is no longer taking a bath; this is clearly being tortured.

Jiang Chen leaned against the door, looking at her expressionlessly.

"Bear with it."

He uttered two words, devoid of any warmth.

"I...I'm really going to be boiled alive...it hurts so much..."

Tangtang's tears mingled with sweat, sliding down her cheeks and dripping into the scalding medicine, making a soft "sizzle" sound.

Jiang Chen stubbed out his cigarette and walked to the back of the bathtub.

In his hand, a row of silver needles of varying lengths reflected a cold glint under the lamplight.

"Turn around."

His orders were simple and direct.

Despite the excruciating pain, Tang Tang desperately maintained her last shred of consciousness. With all her might, she obediently turned around, presenting her smooth back to Jiang Chen.

On her fair, jade-like skin, a strange purple phantom totem was flashing wildly, its patterns several times clearer than before.

Jiang Chen focused his gaze, held his breath, and forcibly suppressed the restlessness in his true energy caused by the fragrance of medicine and the spring scenery before him.

He made his move.

The arm hovered in the air, without trembling in the slightest.

With a flick of her fingertips, silver needles, imbued with precise force, pierced into various acupoints on Tang Tang's back.

Each needle was precisely inserted at a key point in the phantom totem.

"Um……"

Tangtang let out an even more painful groan, her body arching violently.

She felt as if something inside her had been completely ignited by a fire.

A chilling yet irresistibly alluring power awakened from the deepest part of her body, violently assaulting her limbs and bones.

Jiang Chen made a sword-like gesture with his right hand, his fingertips tracing the increasingly alluring purple totem on her back.

A pure dragon's energy flowed through his fingertips into her meridians, forcefully helping her to regulate and tame the uncontrollable ghostly power.

"ah--"

Tangtang could no longer suppress it and let out a sharp, long howl.

The whistling sound pierced through the water vapor and echoed throughout the room.

The medicinal liquid in the bathtub formed a huge vortex centered on the purple totem.

The originally dark green liquid rapidly faded in color.

Less than ten seconds.

The entire bucket of liquid suddenly became clear, and all the medicinal essence was absorbed by Tangtang's pores.

Ghostly Body, Minor Success!

Tangtang's body stopped trembling, and she slowly stood up from the crystal-clear water.

Water droplets slid down her smooth skin, as if rolling over the finest mutton fat jade.

Her face, with the same features, looked as if it had been re-sculpted by the most skilled craftsman.

Her original naivety has faded, replaced by a captivating and alluring aura.

Every frown and smile is captivating.

Jiang Chen grabbed a clean bath towel from the side, stepped forward, and roughly wrapped her up from head to toe.

Tang-Tang, like a kitten, instinctively moved closer to the heat source and rubbed her head against his chest.

"Big brother..."

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a natural allure.

Jiang Chen didn't push her away; he simply stated a fact in a calm tone.

"From now on, no one in Haicheng will be able to touch you in the slightest."

Tangtang buried her face in his chest and nodded vigorously.

She was about to say something when her nose twitched instinctively twice, and her pupils contracted slightly.

Those eyes, which had just become shimmering with moisture, gazed out the window.

"Big brother..."

There was a hint of nervousness in her voice.

"There are a lot of cars parked outside... in the alley."

"There were so many... so many people with murderous intent."

This is the heightened perception that comes with the awakening of the Ghostly Body; she can clearly "smell" auras that ordinary people cannot detect.

Jiang Chen's expression remained unchanged.

He flicked on his lighter and lit a cigarette for himself.

Outside the window, downstairs at the hotel.

Dozens of dazzling red and blue lights flashed alternately, illuminating the night as if it were daytime.

The piercing sound of police sirens grew louder as they approached, finally coming to an abrupt halt at the hotel entrance.

"murderous look?"

Jiang Chen exhaled a smoke ring, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"No, those are police officers."

Tang Tang was taken aback, and even more confused.

"Police? Why do the police have such a strong murderous aura?"

"Because the woman who led it had a very short temper."

Jiang Chen walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looked down.

Dozens of bomb disposal police cars surrounded the Hilton Hotel.

One by one, fully armed special police officers, each holding a submachine gun, jumped out of the vehicle and quickly set up a cordon.

Inside the hotel lobby, the manager and security guards had already been subdued and were huddled in a corner, trembling with fear.

A tall woman in a black combat uniform is giving orders into a walkie-talkie.

It was Xiao Ruoye, the formidable policewoman of Haicheng.

"Seal off all exits!"

"Group one, clear the lobby; group two, take control of the monitoring room; group three, follow me!"

"Target: The penthouse presidential suite!"

"Remember, the target is extremely dangerous; lethal force is permitted!"

Xiao Ruoye's voice, transmitted through the electric current, reached the ears of every special police officer.

Tang Tang couldn't hear the sounds downstairs, but she could sense that the "killing intent" was rapidly approaching.

"Big brother, they...they're in the elevator!"

She grabbed Jiang Chen's arm in a panic.

"There are so many people, thirty... no, forty!"

Jiang Chen flicked off his cigarette ash, remaining calm.

"A bunch of chickens and dogs with guns."

"bite--"

The elevator announced that it had reached the top floor.

Heavy, rhythmic footsteps echoed from the end of the corridor, each step resonating with everyone's heartbeat.

Tangtang's heart was in her throat as she nervously watched the doorway.

The footsteps stopped outside the door.

The entire floor was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Jiang Chen's ears twitched slightly; he could even hear the heavy breathing of the special police officers outside the door, their voices trembling with tension.

and also……

A crisp metallic clang.

That was the sound of a pistol being released.

It was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent corridor.