The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

"boom--"

With a loud bang, the six-figure solid wood door of the presidential suite on the top floor of the Hilton Hotel was violently blasted open from the outside.

Wood chips and soot mixed together and poured into the room.

"Police! Don't move!"

A spirited and charming shout pierced through the aftershocks of the explosion.

Xiao Ruoye, dressed in a black, tight-fitting combat suit and carrying a sidearm, was the first to rush in, the dark muzzle of the gun pointed directly at the center of the room.

Behind her, forty fully armed SWAT team members filed in, moving swiftly and instantly taking over all the advantageous positions, with dozens of gun barrels locking onto the only man in the room from different angles.

However, the expected scene of panic did not occur.

Jiang Chen leaned back on the sofa, legs crossed, in a languid posture.

He had just wrapped Tangtang in a bath towel and was now observing the group of uninvited guests who had broken in with a look of amusement.

Tang Tang was so frightened that she hid behind him, her little hands tightly gripping the hem of his clothes. She only dared to peek out half of her head, looking at the dark gun barrels, her little face pale.

"Big brother...they...they have guns..."

Xiao Ruoye's gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, fixed intently on Jiang Chen.

This man was exactly the same as when she saw him at the medicinal herb market, still with that nonchalant attitude that nothing could bother him.

But she sensed from him an aura a hundred times more dangerous than that of dozens of desperados combined.

"I'll say it again, hands up, kneel on the ground!" Xiao Ruoye's voice carried an undeniable authority.

Jiang Chen ignored him.

He raised his hand, slowly put the cigarette between his fingers back into his mouth, and took a deep drag.

The crimson Mars flickered in the dim light.

"you!"

Xiao Ruoye felt her authority had been challenged like never before, and her finger instinctively pressed down on the trigger.

This is the moment!

Just as she was about to press the button.

Jiang Chen, who was on the sofa, vanished into thin air.

It wasn't at an extremely fast speed; it simply vanished into thin air, disappearing from everyone's sight.

"Where is he?!" a SWAT officer exclaimed in shock.

His response was a continuous chorus of screams.

"Ah—my hand!"

"My gun! My gun has been taken away!"

"What is that...?"

The room erupted into chaos.

Forty battle-hardened elite special police officers were like children being toyed with by an unseen ghost.

They couldn't even touch the hem of each other's clothes before their submachine guns, tightly gripped in their hands, were forcibly snatched away by an irresistible force.

"Snap!"

"Clang!"

The sounds of crisp metal breaking and parts scattering echoed throughout the room.

Those weapons, representing modern violent law enforcement, were disassembled into their most primitive parts in mid-air, clattering and falling to the ground.

The whole process took less than three seconds.

All forty special police officers were disarmed.

They clutched their throbbing wrists, staring in horror at the mess on the ground, their eyes filled with disbelief as if they had seen a ghost.

Xiao Ruoye felt as if her blood was about to freeze.

As the only person with a gun at the scene, she was highly focused, trying her best to capture the blurry afterimage that was moving so fast.

"Don't move!" she shouted sharply, and instinctively turned the gun.

A figure appeared before her, transforming from an illusion to a tangible form.

It was Jiang Chen.

He still wore that amused expression, as if he had just done something insignificant.

Without further hesitation, Xiao Ruoye pulled the trigger!

However, there were no gunshots.

Because two fingers, without her noticing, had already lightly gripped the barrel of her gun.

Those two fingers, like a red-hot pair of iron clamps, locked the gun barrel tightly.

Xiao Ruoye tried with all her might to pull the gun back, but the gun seemed to be attached to the other person's hand and wouldn't budge.

"Your gun is too soft."

Jiang Chen's voice was very calm.

He gripped the gun barrel with just a slight pressure.

"Creak—"

Under Xiao Ruoye's horrified gaze, the barrel of her sidearm, made of special alloy steel, was twisted into a pretzel shape, just like a limp noodle.

Jiang Chen released his grip, letting the scrap metal fall to the ground.

He leaned in and pressed forward.

Xiao Ruoye reacted instinctively, adopting a standard fighting stance, her fist whistling as it slammed towards Jiang Chen's face.

This is her ultimate weapon, honed through countless trials, powerful enough to shatter granite.

However, her fist was caught by Jiang Chen with nonchalant ease just an inch from the tip of his nose.

"Too weak," Jiang Chen commented.

He turned slightly to the side, and with his other hand, he slid down along Xiao Ruoye's earlobe.

But it made all the hairs on Xiao Ruoye's body stand on end in an instant!

She was horrified to discover that her close-combat skills, which she was so proud of and which ranked her among the top three male special forces soldiers, were as naive as an infant in front of her opponent.

All her thoughts of dodging, blocking, and counterattacking seemed to have been anticipated by her opponent.

She could only watch helplessly as the finger traced her neck and rested on her shoulder.

An extremely cold aura traveled along that finger and instantly spread throughout her body.

She was completely frozen, unable to move.

Jiang Chen's lips were almost touching her ear.

The warm breath tickled her ears.

But what he said made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

"On rainy days, it feels like every bone in your body is being scraped by steel needles, doesn't it?"

Xiao Ruoye's body trembled violently.

For the first time, fear and confusion appeared in her sharp, phoenix-shaped eyes.

"Geng metal's sharp energy devours the body; a born fighting machine, but also a born short-lived ghost."

"The stronger your internal energy is, the more severely that sharp energy will erode your body."

"I see you've reached the threshold of the Transformation Realm, not bad."

"pity……"

Jiang Chen paused, a hint of pity in his voice.

"You won't live past three years."

These words exploded in Xiao Ruoye's mind like thunderbolts.

This is her biggest secret!

It was an incurable disease that her Xiao family had spent countless resources on, inviting all the top doctors in the capital, but none of them could cure!

This man...

How did he know?!

"Who...who exactly are you?" Xiao Ruoye's voice trembled for the first time.

Jiang Chen released her, took a step back, and pulled up Tang Tang, who was already stunned.

"Someone who can save your life."

He no longer glanced at Xiao Ruoye, as if she were just a roadside stone.

"Let's go get some late-night snacks," he said to Tangtang.

Tang Tang suddenly realized what was happening and nodded like a chick pecking at rice, following closely behind Jiang Chen. When they passed the distraught special police officers, she even secretly made a face.

Jiang Chen, with Tang Tang in tow, swaggered away through the blown-open doorway under the watchful eyes of forty special police officers and their captain.

The entire penthouse suite fell into a deathly silence.

All that remained were gun parts scattered all over the ground and a group of SWAT team members who were questioning the meaning of life.

Xiao Ruoye stood frozen in place for a long time before slowly lowering her head.

She looked at the pistol at her feet, twisted into a pretzel, and it was like a huge, mocking smile, imprinted deep in her pupils.

She slowly squatted down, reached out, and with trembling hands, picked up the broken gun.