The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

The capital city, the ancestral home of the Jun family.

"Snapped!"

A doucai chicken cup from the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty was smashed to pieces on a golden nanmu wood floor.

The middle-aged man sitting in the armchair had his chest heaving and the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

The head of the Jun family, Jun Wanhe.

Before him knelt a row of men dressed in gray Zhongshan suits; they were the Jun family's most elite shadow guards.

"You mean, Han Qianshan is dead?"

Jun Wanhe's voice was deep, as if it were being squeezed out from between his teeth.

The shadow guard leader, kneeling at the front, lowered his head even further. "Yes. The Han family's Tianxiang Tower has collapsed, and Han Qianshan... his remains are nowhere to be found."

"waste!"

Jun Wanhe kicked the leader of the shadow guards in the shoulder.

The kick was delivered with full force, and the commander, who possessed the cultivation level of Transformation Realm, rolled three or four meters away, crashing into a mahogany pillar. He spat out a mouthful of blood, but didn't even dare to wipe it away, getting up and kneeling again.

"A cripple whose destiny has been stripped away, a convict who has spent five years in prison!"

Jun Wanhe stood up and paced back and forth in the hall.

"Not only are you still alive, but you also killed Han Qianshan and wiped out Xiao Wanshan, and now you want to come after me for a debt?"

He stopped and turned to look north.

That's the direction of the Jiang family's house, and also the place where that baby was abandoned back then.

"Ao Shi is currently in a critical period of seclusion, striving for a spot in the 'Dragon Pool' competition, and he absolutely cannot be disturbed."

Jun Wanhe took a deep breath, his furious expression vanishing, replaced by an extreme ruthlessness.

"Pass on my order."

"The Jun family's 'red-headed slips' have been issued."

"A bounty of 10 billion."

"Whoever can bring Jiang Chen's head to me, I'll pay them 10 billion in cash."

Jun Wanhe pulled a blood-red token from his sleeve and threw it on the ground.

"Also, notify the Commander of the Nine Gates of the Imperial Capital."

"The entire city is under lockdown immediately."

"Get all the martial arts dojos, black markets, and even beggar dens moving."

"Whether it flies in the sky or burrows in the ground."

"Not even a fly can get into the inner city unless I give it my permission."

……

The capital is in chaos.

The once bustling streets were suddenly filled with many black cars of unknown origin.

Checkpoints were set up at various intersections.

It wasn't just police officers; there were many more martial artists dressed in various training uniforms.

10 billion.

This number is enough to drive any martial artist mad.

Even a grandmaster would have their heart race when faced with such a huge sum of money.

Jiang Chen's face spread to every corner of the capital within just half an hour.

Song Family Villa, Listening to the Rain Pavilion.

Song Yuzhi looked at the tablet in her hand. The red dots on the screen were moving rapidly, indicating the movements of the Jun family's shadow guards.

"That's insane."

She placed the tablet face down on the table and rubbed her temples.

"Miss, our men ran into the Shadow Guards near Dongzhimen."

The old butler, Uncle Fu, stood aside with a solemn expression. "The Jun family is serious this time. They're not even giving face to the Song family. They've directly seized two of our supply trucks."

"Jun Wanhe is afraid."

Song Yuzhi stood up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside the window, dark clouds loomed overhead.

"He was afraid that the person he regarded as an ant might really turn the world upside down."

"Miss, shall we..."

"Send a signal to Jiang Chen."

Song Yuzhi took out a yellowed map from a hidden compartment in the bookshelf. It was a map of the ancient waterways beneath the capital. "Tell him that the surface route is impassable."

"The Jun family has set up a 'Dragon-Locking Formation' in the inner city; forcing your way in would be suicide."

"Let him take the waterway; I'll wait for him at the rendezvous point."

……

On the outer ring of the capital, there is an inconspicuous old-fashioned teahouse.

"Boss, refill the water."

Jiang Chen tapped on the table.

There weren't many people in the teahouse. A few old men in long gowns were playing chess in a corner, looking quite relaxed.

But the atmosphere outside the window was very strange.

The sirens never stopped blaring.

Teams of people in uniforms patrolled the streets, holding photos and comparing them with passersby.

"This tea is a bit bitter."

Jiang Chen picked up the covered bowl, skimmed off the tea leaves, and took a sip.

Xiao Ruoye sat opposite him.

She changed into a black tracksuit, her short, neat hair was a little wet, and her sharp edge had softened considerably, but her eyes were even colder.

She was fiddling with the small hoe she had borrowed from Shen Suxin.

The blood that had been on the hoe had been wiped clean, revealing its dark iron color.

There are at least three groups of people watching this place.

Xiao Ruoye didn't look out the window, but stared at the teacup in her hand. "The guy selling candied hawthorns on the left is a master of internal energy. The guy cleaning windows on the second floor across the street has a bulge in his waistband; he carries a gun."

"Ten billion."

Jiang Chen smiled and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. "If I were in his shoes, I'd be tempted too."

Shen Suxin sat next to Jiang Chen.

She was a little nervous.

This was her first time entering such a big city, and the first time she had seen so many people wanting someone's life.

"Brother Jiang..."

Shen Suxin tugged at Jiang Chen's sleeve, her voice low, "The air smells wrong."

"What's wrong?" Jiang Chen asked.

"It smells of sulfur, and...blood."

Shen Suxin sniffed, a hint of unease flashing in her doe-like eyes. "Besides, the air in the sky is wrong."

She pointed to the sky outside the window.

To the average person, it looks like a cloudy day.

But in her eyes, three huge blue light curtains hung in the sky above the capital, like an inverted bowl, covering the entire inner city completely.

That's a formation.

A formation specifically designed to suppress dragon energy and block perception.

"That's the 'Dragon-Trapping Lock'."

Jiang Chen didn't even glance at it. "That old bastard from the Jun family is afraid I'll use the capital's dragon vein to cause trouble."

"Then how do we get in?" Xiao Ruoye placed the medicine hoe on the table, making a soft "clang" sound.

In this situation, forcing our way through is definitely not an option.

Once you take action, you will face endless attacks.

The Jun family has been operating in the Great Xia for a century, and their foundation is unfathomable. No one knows how many old monsters are hiding in this capital.

"Who said we were going to force our way in?"

Jiang Chen picked up the menu on the table and flipped through it casually.

"Waiting for someone."

"Waiting for someone?" Xiao Ruoye was taken aback. "Waiting for whom?"

Jiang Chen didn't say anything.

He raised his hand and tapped his fingertips lightly three times on the table.

Two long and one short.

It has a good rhythm.

The moment the knocking sound ended.

"Knock knock knock".

Someone knocked on the wooden door in the backyard of the teahouse, which was always tightly closed.

The knocking sound was two long knocks followed by one short knock.

It was exactly the same rhythm as when Jiang Chen tapped the table earlier.

Xiao Ruoye's muscles tensed instantly, and she gripped the hoe again.

The old men playing chess in the teahouse seemed not to hear anything and were still arguing about "Cannon 2 to 5".

"Come in."

Jiang Chen didn't turn his head and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Squeak."

The wooden door was pushed open.

A damp, cold wind blew in, causing ripples to appear on the tea on the table.

A person completely wrapped in a black cloak walked in.

This person was not tall, had a slightly hunched posture, and walked silently.

He walked to the table but didn't sit down.

He first bowed to Jiang Chen, then took out something wrapped tightly in oil paper from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"His Royal Highness the King of Qin."

The man's voice was hoarse, as if he had injured his throat. "I brought the things."

Xiao Ruoye stared at that person.

This man had no trace of martial arts aura; he looked just like an ordinary old farmer.

But her intuition told her that this person was dangerous.

Jiang Chen reached out and tore open the oil paper package.

Inside was a human skin mask.

There were also two sets of uniforms belonging to the Jun family's shadow guards, as well as a waist tag representing the shadow guard's identity.

"It's quite efficient."

Jiang Chen held the waist token in his hand and waved it around. "Have things been arranged with the Jun family?"

"It's all arranged."

The cloaked figure raised his head.

A face covered in burn scars was revealed, the face was somewhat ferocious, but the eyes were frighteningly bright.

"At midnight tonight, the Jun family's shadow guards will change shifts."

"The gap at Xizhimen can be opened in three minutes."

Jiang Chen nodded and tossed the human skin mask to Xiao Ruoye.

"Put it on."

"Tonight, let's go to the Jun family's place to collect some interest."