The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

The night breeze swept across the rooftop, carrying away the last trace of warmth.

Jiang Chen put away the map of the capital's defenses, and also put away the pitch-black stone.

He jumped off the edge of the rooftop without making a sound in the air, landing silently back on the bedroom balcony.

The night in Qincheng should come to an end.

……

Three o'clock in the morning.

The entire Qincheng was still asleep, but the area within a five-kilometer radius of the train station was eerily silent.

All the roads leading to the station were blocked by black SUVs.

Men dressed in black suits, their faces expressionless, stood like statues at the intersection, stopping all vehicles and pedestrians who tried to approach.

Their aura was icy, their eyes were empty, and they exuded a bloody stench that kept strangers at bay.

Ordinary people assumed it was a military exercise late at night and took a detour early on.

Only the true upper echelons of Qincheng knew that this was not a drill.

This is a farewell.

Send a new king away from his city.

The platform was brightly lit.

Three thousand martial artists dressed in uniform black outfits stood in neat square formations, completely silent.

Each of them was tall and straight, with prominent temples; even the weakest among them was a master of internal strength.

At the very front of the line stood an old man with gray hair, dressed in a Tang suit.

It was Ma Dong, the owner of the Qincheng Antique Shop Jubaoge.

His face now bore no trace of a businessman's shrewdness, but instead a fervent solemnity.

The three thousand people behind him were the combined forces of the entire Qin City Martial Arts Association and the support of various powerful families.

Now, they only have one identity.

Under the command of the King of Qin.

Xiao Ruoye stood beside Ma Dong, her sharp black special forces uniform perfectly highlighting her voluptuous figure.

Her short, ear-length hair swayed slightly in the night breeze, and her eyes scanned her surroundings warily.

Her current official title is Jiang Chen's "accompanying security advisor".

Looking at the three thousand elite warriors in front of her, and those black-clad men hidden in the shadows who even made her heart tremble, Xiao Ruoye felt that this identity was utterly ridiculous.

Does this man need someone to protect him?

He alone is an army.

"Captain Xiao, are you nervous?"

Ma Dong suddenly spoke, his voice very low.

Xiao Ruoye glanced at him but didn't say anything.

"When you work for Wang in the future, you'll have to get used to this kind of scene," Ma Dong said to himself. "Today's spectacle is just an appetizer."

"The king's path is not in Qin City, nor in Hai City. It is in the heavens."

Xiao Ruoye's heart skipped a beat.

Just then, a slight commotion was heard at the platform entrance.

Jiang Chen appeared.

He was still dressed in the same simple casual clothes, with his hands in his pockets and an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, as he slowly walked over.

He was alone.

He was all alone, walking on the empty platform.

The moment he appeared.

Ma Dong suddenly turned around, facing the formation, and let out a suppressed growl.

"kneel!"

boom!

Three thousand people moved in perfect unison, as if they had rehearsed it hundreds of times.

His right knee slammed heavily onto the hard concrete floor, the dull thud echoing so loudly that it shook the entire platform.

Kneel on one knee!

Three thousand martial arts elites, capable of stirring up a city's storm, all lowered their proud heads and faced the young man who was walking slowly towards them.

Xiao Ruoye's breathing stopped.

She has seen big scenes, seen arrests of thousands of people, and seen raids by hundreds of police officers.

But she had never seen such a shocking scene.

This is not based on power, nor on money.

This is a surrender from the very soul, brought about purely by the power of one person.

Jiang Chen walked up to the group and stopped.

He surveyed the dense crowd before him with a calm expression.

Ma Dong spoke again, his voice hoarse, but he used all his strength.

"Respectfully seeing off the King of Qin!"

Three thousand people looked up at the same time, their eyes filled with fervor, and roared in unison.

"Respectfully escorting the King of Qin to the capital, reclaiming his destiny, and making him the ruler!"

"Respectfully escorting the King of Qin to the capital, reclaiming his destiny, and making him the ruler!"

"Respectfully escorting the King of Qin to the capital, reclaiming his destiny, and making him the ruler!"

The roar soared into the sky, making the steel beams of the platform roof hum and the distant rails tremble slightly.

Outside the station, inside those luxury cars that had been stopped.

The dozen or so remaining family heads in Qincheng trembled violently as they listened to the earth-shattering roar through the car windows.

They were glad they knelt down quickly enough.

Jiang Chen raised his hand.

The sound abruptly stopped.

The three-thousand-person formation fell into a deathly silence once more.

Ma Dong strode forward, took out a bamboo scroll sealed with gold thread from his bosom, and raised it high above his head with both hands.

"Dragon Head, this is a detailed list of information on major martial arts schools, aristocratic families, and underground forces in Kyoto that this old servant has compiled overnight."

"Please grant me permission, Your Majesty. This old servant is willing to be the vanguard, immediately infiltrating the capital to establish an intelligence base for you and clear away all obstacles!"

Jiang Chen reached out and took the bamboo slip; it felt slightly heavy in his hand.

He glanced at Ma Dong and nodded.

"Go."

"Black Dragon obeys!" Ma Dong was so excited that his body trembled. He kowtowed heavily, then got up and disappeared into the shadows.

"Waaah—"

The steam whistle blared.

A completely black train, without any markings, slowly pulled into the platform.

The train came to a complete stop, and the door of one of the carriages slid open silently.

A middle-aged man in a crisp uniform, with his hair neatly combed, stepped down.

His temples bulged high, and his eyes shone brightly with every blink, clearly indicating that he was a grandmaster who had achieved the highest level of internal energy transformation.

But the moment he saw Jiang Chen, all his imposing aura vanished instantly. He quickly walked up to Jiang Chen, bowed at a ninety-degree angle, and became extremely humble.

"Mr. Jiang, I am the train conductor of this special train, and I am here to escort you to Beijing."

He reached out and respectfully opened the car door for Jiang Chen, his head bowed, not even daring to look Jiang Chen in the eye.

Jiang Chen stepped into the car.

Xiao Ruoye hesitated for a moment, then followed.

The car doors closed slowly.

The special train has started.

The moment the train pulled out of the station.

The hundreds of top-of-the-line luxury cars parked on both sides of the railway track seemed to have received a unified command.

"Beep—"

The piercing horns sounded simultaneously, forming a continuous chorus that echoed through the night sky of Qincheng.

It's like playing a final farewell song for a departing deity.

Inside the carriage, it was warm and cozy.

There were only Jiang Chen and Xiao Ruoye in the entire carriage.

Xiao Ruoye sat opposite him, watching the city night view rushing past the window, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"What do they mean by shouting 'take back your destiny'?"

Jiang Chen did not answer.

He took out the jet-black stone covered with strange patterns from his pocket.

The stone lay quietly in his palm.

Just as the train was speeding towards the capital city in the north, the stone suddenly trembled very slightly.