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

Previously: Everything is clear now.

Shen Jinglong's eyes were fixed on Princess Huimin's face.

That face, once praised by countless people in the capital as "gentle and graceful," is now turning pale at a visible speed.

The King of Peace and the Holy Lord's men appeared here at the same time.

Princess Huimin is also here.

The relationship between these three is already quite obvious.

"I see."

Shen Jinglong's voice was very soft, but it sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.

"Your Highness, you've been acting for so long, aren't you tired?"

Princess Huimin's expression changed, but she quickly regained her composure. She smiled slightly, her voice still gentle.

"Brother Jinglong, what do you mean by that? I was merely invited by Uncle Wang to have some tea. How has that become acting?"

"Want to try some tea?"

Shen Jinglong sneered.

"In the dead of night, in a stronghold infiltrated by the Holy Lord Organization, you're having tea with the Prince of Anle, who plotted to kidnap my wife? Your Highness, you certainly have a refined taste for tea."

When King Anle realized that his scheme had been exposed, he became reckless and slammed his fist on the table.

"Shen Jinglong! Stop making baseless accusations! What kidnapping? Do you have any evidence?"

"evidence?"

Shen Jinglong took out the blood-stained Heavenly Decree from his pocket and slammed it heavily on the table.

"Your Shadow Guard commander, 'Ghost Hand' Zhang San, used this token to ambush Qin Xuerong in Ghost Sorrow Canyon. Now, his head is still serving as fertilizer in the canyon."

"Does this count as evidence?"

King Anle's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

Is Zhang San dead?

How is that possible?

That was the top assassin commander under his command, whose martial arts skills were unfathomable. Even if three or five martial arts masters attacked him together, they couldn't do anything to him!

"You...you killed Zhang San?"

"Not just kill him."

Shen Jinglong took a step forward, and the chilling killing intent emanating from him was so palpable that it seemed to freeze the air in the room.

"Those seven good-for-nothings who went with him, not one of them survived either. I even managed to extract quite a few interesting things from them."

"For example, the smuggling boats at Deyun Wharf, for example, this Tianyue Teahouse, for example..."

His gaze swept over Princess Huimin, and his voice lowered even further.

"For example, who gave the order to capture Qin Xuerong alive?"

Princess Huimin unconsciously clenched her sleeves.

King Anle's forehead was already sweating.

He knew that tonight's plan had been completely exposed.

But who is he?

He is the Prince of Anle of the imperial court!

One of the nine kings of different surnames in the Dragon Kingdom!

Even if it's Shen Jinglong, what can he do to him?

Thinking of this, he steeled himself and roared, his voice trembling with fear:

"Shen Jinglong! Don't push your luck! You're a wanted criminal by the imperial court! I'm acting on imperial orders to arrest suspicious individuals with ties to you. What's wrong with that?"

"Acting under orders?"

Shen Jinglong's smile was cruel to the extreme.

"Very well, someone come here and bring out the 'imperial decree' so I can see which emperor issued this decree to kidnap a doctor who is powerless to even kill a chicken."

King Anle was speechless.

He had no real authority; he was merely using someone else's power to intimidate others.

Just then, Princess Huimin suddenly stood up, walked between the two, and softly advised:

"Brother Jinglong, Uncle Wang, why are you two so tense? It's all a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding."

She turned to Shen Jinglong, her eyes sincere.

"Brother Jinglong, Uncle Wang's methods may be a bit radical, but his starting point is also for the safety of the country. Now that you are wanted and hold military power in the north, it's understandable that the capital is worried."

"Shut up."

Shen Jinglong interrupted her.

Princess Huimin was stunned; she had never seen Shen Jinglong speak to her in such a tone before.

"Princess Huimin, do you think I don't know what you're up to?"

Shen Jinglong looked at her coldly, "Back when the Shen family was wiped out, you were in the capital. On the night my parents died tragically, you and Prince Anle were at the 'Holy Lord's' secret meeting."

"And now, you've reappeared here."

"Do you think this is a coincidence?"

Princess Huimin's face turned completely pale.

She opened her mouth, wanting to explain, but found herself unable to utter a single word.

Seeing that the situation was dire, King Anle suddenly roared:

"Guards! Protect the Emperor!"

Before he could finish speaking, the hidden compartment in the private room popped open with a "click".

A dark figure shot out from inside, a flash of cold light in his hand, and a dagger aimed straight for Shen Jinglong's throat!

This attack was as fast as lightning and extremely ruthless; it was clearly a meticulously planned killing move.

Unfortunately, he was facing Shen Jinglong.

Lord of the North, Shen Jinglong.

That demon who could take the head of a general from among thousands of troops as easily as taking something out of a bag.

Shen Jinglong didn't even turn around.

He simply reached out and precisely grasped the blade of the dagger.

Fresh blood dripped from between his fingers.

The assassin's pupils contracted sharply. He tried to pull back his dagger, but found that it was as if it were clamped in iron clamps, unable to move at all.

"One of the Holy Lord's people?"

Shen Jinglong asked casually, then twisted his wrist.

"Snap!"

The assassin's wrist was snapped, and he let out a piercing scream.

Shen Jinglong slapped him in the chest with his backhand.

"boom!"

The assassin flew backward like a cannonball, crashing heavily into the wall, leaving a terrifying human-shaped dent in the entire wall.

He slid to the ground, vomiting blood profusely. His ribs were broken in countless places, and it was clear he was not going to survive.

The whole process took no more than three seconds.

Both Prince Anle and Princess Huimin were stunned by this thunderous method.

They knew Shen Jinglong was strong, but they didn't expect him to be this strong.

Those were high-level assassins carefully trained by the Holy Lord Organization; they couldn't even last three moves against him!

Shen Jinglong didn't even glance at the assassin. He walked up to Prince Anle and looked down at him.

"King Anle, you harmed my people, so I'll cripple your dogs. That's fair."

He turned his head to look at Princess Huimin, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Princess Huimin, what do you say?"

Princess Huimin turned pale and dared not reply.

Shen Jinglong continued:

"Oh right, I forgot to tell you, this is just the beginning. Did you think Tianyue Teahouse was your last resort?"

He pointed out the window.

"Listen to what's going on outside."

Before he could finish speaking...

Suddenly, deafening shouts and orderly footsteps rang out outside the teahouse.

"The Dragon Guards are here to welcome Commander Dragon!"

"The Dragon Guards are here to welcome Commander Dragon!"

The sound, like thunder, struck King Anle's heart again and again.

He staggered to the window, looked outside, and was instantly terrified.

Outside the teahouse, there was a dense mass of fully armed Dragon Guard soldiers, with armored vehicles blocking the entire street.

Torches and searchlights illuminated the night as if it were daytime.

The Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise each led their respective teams, guarding the three directions.

This isn't a tea-drinking trip; it's clearly a clearance sale!

King Anle's body trembled violently, and his face turned ashen.

He turned his head and looked at Shen Jinglong's cold face, finally realizing...

I've kicked a hornet's nest.

Shen Jinglong walked up to him, stepped on the face of the still convulsing assassin, and stared at him with icy eyes.

"Before me, there are no princes, only people who deserve to die."

"How do you want to die?"