Hurt my loved ones? I'm not guarding this country's borders anymore!

Previous Chapter Recap:

Shen Jinglong's confrontation with Princess Huimin at Tingyuxuan ended unhappily.

But the moment he stepped out of the teahouse, he was locked onto by a strong killing intent.

The rain was falling softly.

The shops on both sides of the street closed early in the morning, and there wasn't even a street lamp.

This once bustling ancient street now looks as desolate as a graveyard.

"Come out! Stop hiding like a coward!"

Shen Jinglong closed the umbrella, habitually shook off the water, and casually handed it to Zhuque behind him.

He stood in the middle of the street, speaking calmly, as if he were greeting a group of old friends.

"Don't hide in the gutter like turtles, I know you're all here."

The voice just fell.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Countless figures emerged from the alleys, rooftops, and windows on both sides of the street.

Good heavens, there are at least two or three hundred people.

These people were carrying machetes, iron bars, and several homemade guns.

They were dressed in all sorts of different clothes, but at this moment, their eyes all gleamed with the same light—greed, and the ruthlessness unique to desperados.

These are the last scum and degenerate remnants of Cangcheng.

With the downfall of the four major families, the gangs that had relied on them instantly lost their livelihoods. Rather than waiting to die, they decided to gamble for wealth and power.

Because someone offered a hidden reward.

Shen Jinglong's head is worth 100 million.

"Heh, you've got guts."

A burly man with a bare chest and a dragon tattooed over his shoulder walked out carrying a large machete.

He was the leader of the "Dragon Tiger Gang," known as "Zhao the King of Hell," speaking with perfect local dialect: "You think you're some kind of Dragon Lord? I admit you've got some skills. But even a mighty dragon can't suppress a local snake! You're all alone today, but with hundreds of us brothers, we could drown you with just a spit!"

"That's right! That's right!" a group of people shouted in unison!

A skinny man standing nearby chimed in with a local accent, "Let me tell you, we barefoot people aren't afraid of those wearing shoes! Lend me your head, and I can eat mutton stew every day for the rest of my life!"

"Commander Long, what a rabble."

A hint of disdain flashed in Suzaku's eyes. "I'll go and clean it up."

"Need not."

Shen Jinglong stopped her, cracked his wrist, and made a series of crisp sounds.

"I'm in a bad mood and I'm looking for someone to vent to."

He had spent a long time in Tingyuxuan, feigning politeness with that scheming woman, and he was indeed seething with anger.

Since these clueless fools have come to us, we might as well use them to vent our anger.

"kill!"

Zhao Yanwang roared, "Whoever gets the kill gets the 100 million coins!"

"Charge!"

Hundreds of thugs and hooligans, howling like wild beasts and brandishing weapons, surged forward like a tidal wave.

Shen Jinglong didn't move.

Until the first cleaver was about to strike his head.

He moved.

It's not about avoiding.

Instead, it's an attack.

"boom!"

He threw a punch.

A simple straight punch.

But Zhao Yanwang, who was at the very front, was sent flying backwards like a cannonball, sword and all!

He crashed into more than a dozen people in mid-air before finally slamming into the roller shutter door of a shop, where he became completely embedded and couldn't be pried out!

"puff!"

Zhao Yanwang coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets: "I...I didn't even exert any force...how did I fly away?"

The entire audience paused for a second.

But the group of desperados did not back down; instead, they were driven even more mad by the smell of blood.

"Attack him together! Kill him!"

A chaotic battle broke out.

Shen Jinglong weaved through the crowd, his figure moving so fast that only afterimages could be seen.

There are no fancy moves.

Every punch, every kick, was accompanied by the sound of bones breaking.

"Ouch, my leg!"

"My goodness! Is this made of iron?"

"Don't hit me in the face! Don't hit me in the face! I still need my looks to make a living!"

Screams echoed throughout the room.

This is hardly a gang beating.

This is clearly a max-level character slaughtering in the newbie village!

A young thug with green hair finally managed to get behind Shen Jinglong and raised a brick in his hand to launch a sneak attack.

"Go to hell!"

But before he could even drop the brick, Shen Jinglong, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, slapped him across the face without turning around.

"Snapped!"

This slap sent the green-haired thug spinning three and a half times on the spot.

He covered his face, which was swollen like a pig's head, and cried out in a daze, "Sir... have mercy! I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child to support! I just came to make up the numbers!"

"Just to make up the numbers?"

Shen Jinglong kicked him away, "Then get lost!"

Only five minutes had passed.

The once dark and gloomy streets are now filled with people rolling around on the ground.

The only one still standing was that skinny, monkey-like local man.

He was holding a homemade gun, his hands trembling like someone with Parkinson's disease.

"You...you stay away!"

The skinny monkey was so scared he almost cried, "Uh... there are bullets in the gun! Really!"

Shen Jinglong walked towards him step by step.

The military boots stomped on the puddle, making a pattering sound, like a countdown to death.

"shot."

Shen Jinglong pointed to his forehead, "Hit here."

"Aaaaah! I'm going to fight you!"

Skinny Monkey broke down and pulled the trigger with his eyes closed.

"Bang!"

Flames shot out.

But at the very moment the bullet was fired, Shen Jinglong's head tilted slightly to the side.

The rough lead bullet grazed his temple and shattered the streetlight behind him.

next second.

Shen Jinglong's hand was already gripping the skinny monkey's neck, lifting him up like a chick.

"Have you had enough fun?"

Shen Jinglong's eyes were icy cold.

"B-Big Brother..." The skinny monkey face turned purple, and his legs kicked wildly. "Uh...I think I can still be saved..."

"Be a good person in your next life."

"Click."

Shen Jinglong casually tossed the skinny monkey's corpse aside.

The rain gradually stopped.

The thugs, groaning all over the ground, looked at Shen Jinglong as if he were a devil crawling out of hell.

so horrible.

Hundreds of people!

He was beaten to a pulp without even touching the hem of someone's clothes!

"Tell all those rats in the city who still haven't given up."

Shen Jinglong took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the rain from his hands, and the sound carried throughout the entire street.

"Before sunrise tomorrow."

"If you don't want to die, get out of Cangcheng."

"Otherwise, this will be your fate tonight."

After saying that, he threw the handkerchief into the muddy water and turned to leave.

Zhuque silently followed, glanced back at the scattered remnants of the defeated army, and shook her head.

"These idiots don't even know how Commander Long fought his way out of the Northern Territory."

Back in the car.

Shen Jinglong closed his eyes to rest, and the murderous aura on his body gradually subsided.

"Commander Long, it seems that Cangcheng is still too chaotic."

As Zhuque drove, he said, "Killing them all won't get rid of them. These thugs are like weeds."

"Chaos arises from a lack of rules."

Shen Jinglong opened his eyes and looked at the night view passing by outside the window.

"The four great families have fallen, but a new order has not yet been established. Naturally, these flies want to take advantage of the situation and suck some blood."

"Since they are courting death."

"Then let's establish rules."

"Zhuque, pass on the order to Sima Nantian."

"exist."

"Tomorrow morning, I will announce the 'New Regulations for Cangcheng.' I want Cangcheng to be a place where doors are left unlocked at night and lost items are returned to their owners. Anyone who dares to extend their claws will have their claws chopped off!"

"yes!"