The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

Xiao Wanshan knelt in the mud.

He held the brass key in both hands and raised it above his head.

He doesn't want to die.

The bodies of the Han family members, numbering in the dozens, were buried in the ruins not far away.

Blood seeped through the cracks in the floor tiles, soaking his knees until they were red.

Jiang Chen did not take the key.

He didn't even glance at the bronze plaque representing billions of dollars in assets.

"Wakaba".

Jiang Chen called out.

Xiao Ruoye held up the black umbrella, its ribs slightly deformed, rain dripping down the edge and onto her combat boots.

She walked over.

Each step broke through the puddles on the ground.

Upon hearing footsteps, Xiao Wanshan shuddered, turned around abruptly, crawled two steps on his knees, and grabbed Xiao Ruoye's trouser leg tightly.

"Wakaba! It's me, your uncle!"

Xiao Wanshan tilted his head back, mud mixed with tears and snot streaming down his face.

"Your father died young, and your uncle raised you! Do you remember riding on your uncle's shoulders to the temple fair when you were little?"

He pointed to the ruins behind him, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.

"We're blood relatives! We're family! You can't just stand by and watch an outsider kill me!"

"Here's the key! The entire Xiao family fortune is yours! Your uncle will be your butler, or even your dog!"

Xiao Ruoye did not move.

She looked down at the man who had once held absolute power in the family.

That dignified uncle is gone.

Only one old dog remained, wagging its tail and begging for its life.

"So you remembered he's my uncle now?"

Xiao Ruoye's voice was hoarse, and no emotion could be discerned.

"When you sent me to that idiot's bed in the Han family, did you ever think of me as my uncle?"

"When you asked the temple guardians to cripple my martial arts, did you ever think of my uncle?"

Xiao Wanshan opened his mouth.

"That...that was for the family..."

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

Jiang Chen shook his hand, not even glancing at Xiao Wanshan, who had been knocked to the ground.

He took out the thin silver needle from his pocket.

A tiny golden spark flickered on the tip of the needle.

"Kill him, or cripple him?"

Jiang Chen handed the silver needles to Xiao Ruoye.

"You choose."

The rain stopped.

The wind was still blowing, carrying a strong smell of blood.

Xiao Ruoye looked at the needle.

Golden flames danced on the tip of the needle, reflected in her clear black and white eyes.

This needle is very light.

It's as light as a strand of hair.

But in her hands, it felt as heavy as a mountain.

This is authority.

It is the power of life and death.

Xiao Ruoye stretched out her hand, her fingertips turning slightly white.

She grasped the needle.

The images in my mind raced like a revolving lantern.

He was scolded by his father as a good-for-nothing.

She was forced by her uncle to sign a marriage agreement.

She was scolded by the family elders for not being a virtuous woman.

Those humiliations, those resentments, those tears of blood swallowed down in the dead of night.

At this moment.

It all exploded.

"I'm a police officer, I don't kill people."

Xiao Ruoye took a deep breath.

She squatted down.

As the golden light drew closer, Xiao Wanshan's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

"Ruoye! How dare you! I am your elder! I am a half-step Grandmaster! This is utterly rebellious..."

"laugh."

There were no obstacles.

The silver needle pierced Xiao Wanshan's Qihai acupoint.

It's like a hot knife cutting into butter.

"ah--!"

Xiao Wanshan let out a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered.

He was curled up like a shrimp, convulsing violently in the muddy water.

A visible stream of white gas leaked out through the needle hole.

That was the internal strength he had cultivated diligently for forty years.

That was the only half-step Grandmaster level foundation in the Xiao family.

It only took a few breaths.

Xiao Wanshan remained motionless.

He collapsed to the ground, all his energy and spirit completely drained away.

Half of his hair turned white instantly, and the skin on his face sagged and became covered in wrinkles.

Just a moment ago he was a majestic middle-aged grandmaster.

Now he's a useless old man on his deathbed.

Jiang Chen nodded, took out the crumpled cigarette case from his pocket, put one in his mouth, but didn't light it.

He turned around and glanced at a corner not far away.

A few people were huddled there.

The three elders of the Xiao family, along with several Xiao family retainers who were observing from outside the Han family mansion.

"Have you seen enough?"

Jiang Chen asked a question.

Those people felt their legs tremble when they were looked at.

Han Qianshan is dead.

The Han family was wiped out.

Now even Xiao Wanshan has been crippled.

The sky over this capital city has changed.

"Thump."

The Third Elder was the first to kneel down.

This old man is usually a tough guy in the clan, but right now his knees are softer than cotton.

"Greetings...Greetings, Master of the House!"

The Third Elder banged his head on the cement floor, making a loud thud.

The other worshippers reacted quickly, kneeling down in a flurry.

"Greetings, Head of the Wakaba Clan!"

"From now on, the Xiao family will follow Patriarch Ye's lead without question!"

The sound echoed in the empty square.

Xiao Ruoye stood up.

She looked at these elders who were usually aloof and never even gave her a second glance.

Now everyone's burying their heads in their crotches.

So this is what power is.

So this is power.

If you're strong enough, you set the rules.

"I heard you clearly."

Jiang Chen walked over, took the black umbrella from Shen Suxin, and held it over Xiao Ruoye's head.

"Starting today."

"In the southern suburbs of the capital, there is only the Xiao family head."

"There is no uncle, no elder."

"And there's no such thing as a Jun family dog."

With each word Jiang Chen spoke, the Third Elder on the ground lowered his head a little further.

Xiao Ruoye raised her head, looked at the black umbrella above her, and then at the man beside her.

She felt the pent-up frustration in her chest, which had been building up for over twenty years, finally dissipate.

The meridians in the body begin to heat up.

The sharp, metallic energy that originated from the depths of its bloodline seemed to sense the change in its master's state of mind and began to beat joyfully.

"I've got it."

Xiao Ruoye turned around, ignoring Xiao Wanshan, who lay on the ground like a lump of mud.

She looked at Jiang Chen, a very unpleasant smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Thanks……"

The word "thank you" hadn't been finished.

Xiao Ruoye's body suddenly stiffened.

Her face turned pale at a visible speed, even paler than when she had been caught in the rain.

A faint golden light shone through her skin.

That was the luster of metal.

"Click click click".

The sound of bones grinding together emanated from her body, making one's teeth ache.

The body of Geng metal.

This physique is extremely domineering.

The more emotionally agitated one is, and the more one's mental state breaks through, the more easily the sharp metal energy within the body will run rampant.

The battle and the power shift that just happened completely ignited her long-suppressed inner self.

"Wakaba!"

Shen Suxin exclaimed in surprise and reached out to help.

The moment his hand touched Xiao Ruoye's arm, it felt like being cut by a blade, and blood instantly seeped from his fingertips.

"Don't touch her!"

Jiang Chen threw away the cigarette in his hand and stepped over.

Xiao Ruoye swayed twice and then fell straight backward.

Jiang Chen reached out and pulled the person into his arms.

It was piping hot to the touch.

Some of them are even prickly.

Xiao Ruoye's muscles were as hard as iron, and his combat uniform was riddled with holes by the energy emanating from his body.

"pain……"

Xiao Ruoye gritted her teeth until her lips bled.

The feeling was like thousands of tiny knives were darting around in her veins and scraping her bones.

Jiang Chen looked down at her.

Those eyes, which were originally black and white, now had pupils that had turned pure gold.

There was no emotion involved.

Only murderous intent.

out of control.