The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

Jiang Chen casually stuffed the parchment into his pocket; the cinnabar route map on it pointed directly to the capital.

He didn't look at the muddy mess on the ground, which had already lost consciousness, nor at the Qin City celebrities kneeling on the ground, silent as cicadas in fear.

He turned and walked back to the ruins of the Jiang family mansion.

He found the main chair that symbolized the power of the Jiang family, and although one of its legs was broken, he still sat down in a languid posture.

The night breeze had stopped sometime earlier.

A thick fog drifted in from outside the courtyard wall, swallowing up the lights and the sounds.

The thousands of people kneeling outside the courtyard sensed something, and they lowered their heads even further, their bodies trembling even more violently.

Through the mist, figures dressed in black suits emerged one after another.

Each of them wore a hideous demon mask, and their steps were perfectly synchronized, landing silently.

One hundred Prison Envoys.

Leading the pack is Black Dragon.

He wasn't wearing a mask, but a sharp suit, and his hair was neatly combed.

He walked up to Jiang Chen and knelt on one knee.

"Your Majesty, the First Execution Squad of the Prison Realm has been ordered to close the net."

The black dragon's voice was completely flat.

Jiang Chen lit a cigarette, the embers flickering in the thick fog.

"The back mountain."

He only uttered two words.

Black Dragon stood up and waved his hand behind him.

The ten Prison Envoys broke away from the group, their bodies turning into afterimages as they disappeared into the darkness behind the mountain.

At this moment, on a secluded path behind the Jiang family's house.

Li Youfang carried a huge, bulging bundle on her back, the edges of gold bars and antiques inside stretching the fabric out of shape.

She was panting heavily from running, and her makeup was ruined, making her look like a female ghost.

"Hurry up! Jiang Hai! You piece of trash, run faster!"

She turned around and screamed at a young man behind her who was also carrying a package.

That was Jiang Hai, the third son of the Jiang family.

"Mom, I...I can't run anymore, I'm too heavy..."

Jiang Hai looked miserable; the gold nuggets in his package were hitting him so hard they hurt his bones.

"We have to run, even if we can't! If we don't run, we'll all die here!"

Li Youfang's eyes were filled with madness.

"If we escape overseas, this money will be enough for us to live on for ten lifetimes!"

"Your older brother is finished, that good-for-nothing, your father is finished, the Jiang family is finished! From now on, you're your mother's only support!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a figure blocked her path.

The black dragon stood there, as if it had been waiting for a long time.

"Gentlemen, the King invites you in."

Li Youfang's pupils shrank to a single point. She screamed, dropped her package, and ran in another direction.

Jiang Hai was so frightened that his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground.

Black Dragon did not give chase.

He simply reached out and made a grabbing motion in the air in the direction Li Youfang was fleeing.

Li Youfang, who was running wildly, suddenly froze, her feet left the ground, and she was pulled back by an invisible force.

"Ah! A ghost! Let me go!"

Her limbs flailed wildly in the air, emitting a piercing scream.

Heilong remained expressionless, holding Li Youfang and Jiang Hai by the back of their collars, one in each hand, as if they were two chicks.

He dragged the two back to the compound and threw them heavily in front of Jiang Chen.

The package fell to the ground, and the gold and silver jewelry inside rolled all over the floor.

Jiang Zhongjing looked at the pile of things on the ground, then at his wife and third son. His face turned from white to green, and finally to deathly gray.

He got it.

The mother and son had already prepared an escape route.

Jiang Chen took out a file from his pocket and threw it at Jiang Zhongjing's feet.

"Take a look."

Jiang Zhongjing opened it with trembling hands.

The things recorded there made his blood run cold.

Five years ago, on that rainy night, all the evidence of Jiang Cheng's drunk driving accident that killed a family of three.

This includes the staged crime scene, the bribed traffic police, and the consent form he personally signed, in which Jiang Chen took the blame.

"No...this isn't real..."

Jiang Zhongjing muttered to himself, as if he had gone mad.

"It was you! You forged it all!"

Li Youfang suddenly got up from the ground and started cursing at Jiang Chen.

"You little beast! Our Jiang family has raised you for so many years, and this is how you repay us?"

She started throwing a tantrum, plopped down on the ground, and wailed while slapping her thighs.

"My poor son! Your elder brother had his leg broken by him, and now he's falsely accused of something!"

"God, open your eyes! Look at this heartless bastard..."

Jiang Chen took a drag of his cigarette and raised his hand impatiently.

A wave of the hand from a distance.

"Snapped!"

Li Youfang's wailing stopped abruptly.

She flew three meters away and rolled several times on the ground before coming to a stop.

Half of his face collapsed, and teeth mixed with blood fell to the ground.

She covered her mouth, unable to make a sound, and could only futilely grope for her teeth on the ground.

Jiang Chen didn't look at her again.

Heilong understood, stepped forward, and took out a black judgment document from his pocket.

"Special Judgment of the Prison of Boundaries"

His voice echoed throughout the entire Jiang family mansion.

"Upon investigation, it was found that the Jiang family stole the Mandate of Heaven, harmed their own brothers, and their crimes are unforgivable."

"By order of the King of the Prison, the judgment is as follows."

"First, confiscate all real estate, pharmaceutical groups, overseas accounts, and all tangible and intangible assets under the Jiang family's name."

Heilong paused, then turned his gaze to Su Jinyu, who was pale-faced, in a car not far away.

"All of the above assets shall be transferred to Ms. Su Jinyu's name and managed by her on her behalf."

"Second, all members of the Jiang family shall be demoted to slaves of the Prison of Boundaries, and shall never be allowed to step out of the No. 1 Prison of Heaven for all eternity."

When Jiang Zhongjing heard the first point, his body swayed slightly.

When he heard the second one, he couldn't hold on any longer.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the ruins of the ancestral hall.

His life's work and pride are buried there.

Now, it's all gone.

Even he himself was about to become a prisoner.

"puff--"

Jiang Zhongjing opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto the broken pillar of the ancestral hall.

His eyes rolled back, and he fell straight down, his body convulsing violently, making "hoarse" sounds as he went into a frenzy.

A muffled rumble came from the sky.

Three massive heavy transport planes tore through the fog and hovered above the mansion.

Thick chains hung down, ending in three cages made of black iron.

The prison guard stepped forward and threw the unconscious Jiang Zhongjing, the limp Jiang Cheng, the Li Youfang who was still searching for his teeth on the ground, and the Jiang Hai who was so frightened that he defecated and urinated, into the cage one by one.

"No! Let me out!"

Jiang Cheng struggled frantically in his wheelchair, banging against the railing like a madman.

"Jiang Chen! You'll die a horrible death! That powerful figure won't let you go! He'll kill you! He definitely will!"

The cage slowly rose into the air.

The roar of Jiangcheng grew fainter and fainter, finally disappearing into the night.

Jiang Chen stood up and walked to the ruins of the ancestral hall.

He dug a thick family genealogy book out of the ruins and opened it.

He found his name under the lineage of "Jiang Zhongjing".

Jiang Chen.

He raised his right hand and forced a drop of golden blood from the tip of his index finger.

The drop of blood hovered in the air, radiating a scorching heat.

He stretched out his finger and gently smeared the two characters "Jiang Chen" with that drop of true dragon blood.

"Sizzle—"

It's like a red-hot iron being branded onto ice.

The entire family genealogy book spontaneously combusted without fire, instantly turning to ashes.

From that moment on, the Jiang family and Jiang Chen ceased to exist in this world.

Jiang Chen dusted off his hands and turned around.

Black Dragon remained kneeling on one knee, awaiting his next command.

Jiang Chen exhaled the last puff of smoke from his mouth, and the smoke rings dispersed in the air.

He looked down at the black dragon kneeling before him.

"Your Majesty, the Jiang family has been wiped out."

"Next stop, Beijing?"