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

Plot summary: "Miss Qin Xuerong...she's been kidnapped!"

"Miss Qin Xuerong...she's been kidnapped!"

That shout was like someone throwing a famous match into a command center filled with gasoline.

boom!

It was as if the air had been sucked out in that instant.

The group, who were initially excited about "eliminating the traitor," froze in unison.

Only heavy breathing could be heard, like bellows pulling at everyone's throats.

It was a feeling of extreme anger, yet not knowing where to vent it.

Shen Jinglong stood there.

He didn't move.

The knife that was just dripping blood has been thrown aside, and his hands hang at his sides, his fingers long and strong.

His face showed no ferocity, and even the murderous aura he had just exuded was completely gone.

But the Azure Dragon, who was closest to him, subconsciously took a half step back.

He understands Commander Long.

When Commander Long gets angry, it's like a thunderbolt; a few deaths can settle things.

If Commander Long doesn't speak, it means the heavens and earth will collapse and rivers of blood will flow.

"What's going on?!"

The veteran speaking with a local accent was the first to lose his temper, slamming his tactical helmet on the table. "Which son of a bitch dares to touch Marshal Long's family? They're tired of living!"

"Shut up."

Shen Jinglong spoke up.

The voice was very soft, even a little hoarse.

But the veterans there fell silent instantly, like roosters whose necks had been choked.

Shen Jinglong slowly walked up to the subordinate who had brought the news.

This subordinate was a greenhorn in his early twenties, a scout who was usually quite clever, but now he was terrified.

"Sir, please spare my life!"

When the soldier saw Shen Jinglong approaching, his legs went weak, and he cried out, kowtowing to the ground, "I...I have an eighty-year-old mother to care for, please don't kill me!"

Qinglong, listening from the side, rolled his eyes. What was all this nonsense? Was this kid scared out of his wits? How old are kids born in 08 now?

Shen Jinglong squatted down, ignoring his nonsense, and patted his shoulder.

The movement was very light, like brushing dust off clothes.

"Speak properly."

Shen Jinglong looked him in the eyes. "Who did it? How did they do it? Where are they now?"

Three questions, concise and clear.

The soldier swallowed hard, forcibly swallowing back his plea for mercy, and reported in a trembling voice, speaking in perfect local dialect:

"Reporting to Commander Long! It's something that happened at Baicaotang!"

"Everything was fine this afternoon, but suddenly a bunch of bastards—no, a bunch of troublemakers—rushed out and started cursing at Baicaotang."

"They say... they say Miss Qin is a witch, that she's in cahoots with that 'Holy Master,' using sorcery to cure diseases, but actually just draining people's yang energy!"

"Bullshit!" Suzaku cursed angrily.

"Who says otherwise!" The soldier wiped his nose. "But these guys came prepared! The leaders are obviously trained fighters, and they're the kind of people who use underhanded skills."

"My brothers and I were trying to protect Miss Qin as we retreated, but those bastards, those bastards kidnapped Miss Qin Sisi!"

Shen Jinglong's pupils contracted sharply.

Sisi.

That was his lifeline, his greatest weakness in this life.

"Go on," he said, his voice growing colder, as if trying to freeze the air.

"When Miss Qin saw her daughter being arrested, she became furious and rushed out with silver needles in hand."

"As a result, we fell into those bastards' ambush."

"Our people tried desperately to save them, but there were too many of them, and there were also experts from powerful families involved. We...we couldn't protect them..."

As the soldier spoke, he began to cry again.

"This is a setup."

Qinglong, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke, his face so dark it could drip water, "Commander Long, this is a trap set against you."

"We'll trap you here first, then we'll take action against your family, forcing you to walk right into our trap."

"If you go now, you'll be walking right into their line of fire; if you don't go..."

Qinglong didn't continue.

Not going?

That's my wife and kids, how can I not go?

Shen Jinglong stood up, ignoring Qinglong's analysis, and walked to the main control panel.

"Suzaku, is there any footage from over there?"

"have."

Zhuque bit her lip as her fingers flew across the keyboard.

A few seconds later, the large screen lit up.

It was a shaky video secretly filmed by a passerby. The resolution wasn't high, but it was enough to make it clear what had happened.

The area in front of Baicaotang has become a scene of carnage.

The once quaint and elegant entrance to the medical clinic has been smashed to pieces.

The floor was littered with overturned medicine cabinets and trampled medicinal herbs.

Amidst the chaos, a dense crowd gathered.

They held up banners, torches, and some even carried black dog blood that they had somehow gotten their hands on.

The words he uttered were so foul and offensive that they were unbearable to hear.

"Burn that witch!"

"Keeping this scourge around is just jeopardizing our Cangcheng!"

And in the very center of the crowd.

Qin Xuerong knelt on the ground.

Her favorite white dress was now so faded that its original color was no longer discernible.

Large patches of blood, mixed with mud, were a shocking sight.

Her hair was disheveled, covering half of her face, but Shen Jinglong could still see the bloodstains at the corner of her mouth.

She was clutching a piece of wood tightly in her arms.

That was the plaque of "Bai Cao Tang" (Hundred Herbs Hall), the only memento left by her grandfather.

Even when she was pushed and shoved, even when she was hit with rotten vegetable leaves, she did not let go.

"Foolish woman."

Shen Jinglong cursed inwardly.

In the scene, a middle-aged man dressed in fine clothes walked out.

Shen Jinglong recognized him.

Zhao Tianba, the head of the Zhao family, one of the four major families in Cangcheng.

This guy usually wags his tail like a puppy whenever he sees Shen Jinglong, but now he's standing in front of Qin Xuerong, pointing and gesturing arrogantly.

"Everyone, look carefully!"

Zhao Tianba held a megaphone and shouted at the crowd.

"This is the witch who colluded with the demon Shen Jinglong and used evil magic to harm people!"

"Today, the four great families of Cangcheng have joined forces to uphold justice on behalf of Heaven!"

"As long as she doesn't hand over that bastard child, and that thing from the Shen family, we'll burn this Hundred Herbs Hall down, and set her up like a lantern!"

"Alright! Let's light the sky lanterns!"

"Trying to harm my daughter..."

Although there was no sound, Shen Jinglong understood her lip movements.

"Unless I die."

The scene abruptly ended.

"Commander Long,"

Zhuque watched Shen Jinglong's retreating figure and cautiously called out, "Zhao Tianba is courting death, but... if you go now, you'll be wanted by an S-rank..."

"An arrest warrant?"

Shen Jinglong suddenly laughed.

"That piece of scrap paper, can it stop me?"

As he spoke, he unbuttoned his collar and stretched his neck.

Click.

The joints cracked.

"Originally, I wanted to spend some quality time with that old geezer, Prince Anle."

"Since they are in such a hurry to be reincarnated, they are even willing to harm my family to take a shortcut."

"Then I'll grant their wish."

He walked to the weapons rack and reached out to grab the black battle knife that had been with him for seven years.

The blade was drawn half an inch from its sheath.

The cold light illuminated half of his face.

"Commander Long, I'll go gather the troops right away!" Qinglong roared. "Bring out all the heavy weapons! Let's see who dares to stop us!"

"Need not."

Shen Jinglong sheathed his sword. "There's no need to waste ammunition on these bastards."

"Vermilion Bird".

"exist!"

"Drive that SUV out and fill it up with gas."

"yes!"

Just then, the local soldier who hadn't dared to speak suddenly raised his hand timidly.

"Um, Commander Long, can I... can I come along?"

Everyone looked at him.

The soldier swallowed hard, straightened his back, and although his legs were still trembling, his eyes were bright.

"I just remembered, my mom said that when something happens, don't panic, first take out your phone and post a picture on WeChat Moments... no, my mom said, you have to be loyal to your friends!"

"These bastards are bullying a woman, I can't stand by and watch! I'm going to avenge Miss Qin!"

Shen Jinglong glanced at him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"What's your name?"

"Reporting to Commander Long! My name is Erzhuzi!"

"Okay, Erzhuzi."

Shen Jinglong strode out, leaving a comment as he passed by him.

"You drive."

"Huh?" Erzhuzi was stunned.

"What?! Keep up!"

Qinglong kicked him in the butt from behind, saying, "Being able to drive for Commander Long is a miracle!"

Erzhuzi then realized what was happening, grinned foolishly, and quickly followed after them.

"Hey! Alright! Long Shuai, hold on tight. My driving skills are something I honed with on the village tractor—absolutely amazing!"

"Zhao Tianba, Prince Anle."

"You've put on such a wonderful show, wouldn't it be disrespectful of me not to play the lead role?"

"drive."

Erzhuzi floored the accelerator.

The black SUV, like a steel monster, roared out of the command center and crushed the S-class wanted poster stuck to the ground.