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

"You mean, these people are arresting people all over the world for some kind of 'god-making project'?"

Shen Jinglong casually tossed the briefing onto the table, making a crisp "thud".

"Yes, yes." Zhuque nodded, looking at her Dragon Lord's frosty face, and carefully added, "Moreover, their movements are very secretive. An elite team like this, which can infiltrate right under our noses, must have an inside man."

"Whether it's an inside agent or not, we'll talk about that later."

Shen Jinglong stood up, stretched his neck, and his bones cracked and popped.

"I don't care if they are the Temple of the Sun or the Cult of the Moon, or whether they worship Jesus or Ultraman."

He turned his head, his gaze sharp as lightning, piercing the dark, rainy night outside the window.

"Since they dare to lay their hands on my daughter, I'll give them a free amputation."

"How many hideouts do they have in Cangcheng?"

Zhuque quickly swiped a few times on the tablet: "Currently, there's only one location locked on, the abandoned chemical plant shown by the tracker. But Dragon Lord, that place might not just be a base, it's more like a fortress. Do we need to devise a tactic? Like deploying heavy weapons...?"

"Tactics?"

Shen Jinglong gave a cold laugh, a laugh befitting a hunter.

"My tactics are very simple."

"Find them, kill them, and then..."

"Fly the ashes."

,

Half an hour later.

An abandoned chemical plant in the western suburbs of Cangcheng.

"Is this the place?"

Shen Jinglong stood on a high ground, letting the rain soak his trench coat.

"Yes, thermal imaging shows a lot of heat activity underground," Suzaku said in a low voice. "And there are many hidden sentries on the perimeter. If we don't clear them out..."

"Clean up what? I'm here to kill, not to steal."

After Shen Jinglong finished speaking, he jumped off the high ground.

Like a cannonball that's not exactly inconspicuous.

"boom!"

The moment he landed, he stepped on a sentry lurking in the bushes.

"Enemy attack—!"

The piercing alarm blared instantly, shattering the silence of the night.

The once pitch-black factory was instantly illuminated by countless blinding searchlights, turning the ruins as bright as day.

"The welcoming ceremony was quite grand."

Shen Jinglong patted the mud off his trouser legs and looked at the dozens of dark figures surging out from all around.

These people are different from the agile assassins we encountered at the villa.

They were all over two meters tall, wearing heavy gray protective suits, gas masks, and carrying huge wrenches or chainsaws that are only used on heavy machinery.

If I had to describe it, they'd be like a group of runaway miners who'd eaten too much muscle-building powder.

"Purifiers," Suzaku landed close behind, her expression grave. "Dragon Lord, be careful. These are mass-produced thugs from the Temple of the Sun. They feel no pain and possess immense strength."

"Immense strength?"

Shen Jinglong's lips curled into a disdainful smile.

"In the face of absolute power, they are nothing more than a bunch of walking scrap metal."

Before he could finish speaking, a "rampaging miner" charged forward wielding a roaring chainsaw, clearly intending to saw Shen Jinglong in half.

"Die!"

Shen Jinglong neither dodged nor avoided, but instead stretched out his right hand and grabbed the high-speed spinning chainsaw chain.

"Sizzle sizzle—!"

Sparks flew everywhere!

The chainsaw, powerful enough to cut through steel plates, emitted a piercing screeching sound in Shen Jinglong's palm, which was covered in true qi. Then...

"Crack!"

The chain broke.

The "purifier" was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting the script to be written this way.

In that split second of hesitation, Shen Jinglong's fist had already arrived.

"Get out of here!"

A simple straight punch landed squarely on the opponent's chest.

"when--!"

It wasn't the sound of bones breaking, but a resounding metallic clang like the clanging of a great bell.

The burly man, who was over two meters tall, flew more than twenty meters like a baseball hit with a home run, and slammed into a discarded steel pipe.

however.

next second.

The steel pipe moved.

The guy with a large dent in his chest, and even sparks of blue electricity, actually got up as if nothing had happened. Although his movements were a bit sluggish, he was clearly not dead.

"Oh?"

Shen Jinglong raised an eyebrow. "Interesting. It really is made of iron? Is it trying to train itself into a Gundam?"

"Dragon Lord, their core is in their heart, it's a bio-engine!" Suzaku shouted, reminding them.

"You should have said so earlier."

Shen Jinglong twisted his wrist, the playfulness in his eyes vanished, replaced by a chilling killing intent.

"Since it's a machine, then it's simple."

"Just tear it down!"

The next moment, Shen Jinglong moved.

If he was a person just now, he is now a human bulldozer.

The Dragon Lord unleashes his full power!

His figure moved through the crowd like a ghost.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With every punch, a "purifier" is sent flying.

But this time it's different.

Shen Jinglong no longer simply bombarded the enemy; each of his punches carried a penetrating shockwave.

He rushed to a "purifier" who had just gotten up, grabbed the man's chest, which was as solid as a manhole cover, and exerted force with his five fingers like an eagle's claw.

"Open it for me!"

"Rip—"

A sickening metallic tearing sound rang out.

That supposedly invulnerable alloy breastplate was actually torn apart by Shen Jinglong with his bare hands!

What was exposed inside was not red flesh and blood, but a tangled mess of tubing and a biochemical heart that was beating wildly and emitting a faint green light.

The heart was still pumping some strange green liquid with a "thump-thump" sound.

"That's disgusting."

Shen Jinglong curled his lip in disgust and crushed the core with one hand.

"Pfft!"

Green juice splattered everywhere.

The red light in the eyes of the "purifier" went out instantly, and it collapsed to the ground like a pile of scrap metal.

This is a case of dimensional reduction attack.

All that high technology and human modification is nothing but flashy junk in the face of absolute martial arts mastery.

Five minutes later.

The battle is over.

The ground was littered with all sorts of strangely shaped parts and "corpses," like a junkyard that had just been ransacked.

Shen Jinglong stood in the center of the ruins, looking at the huge entrance leading underground.

The lights of various instruments were flashing inside.

"Dragon Lord, we found many experimental chambers inside."

A Dragon Fang team member who had rushed in to scout the area ran out, pale-faced and even a little nauseous. "It's all empty space inside, but the remaining traces show that many people were imprisoned here before, and..."

"And what?"

"And the walls were covered with all sorts of torture instruments, and even an autopsy table—those beasts!"

Shen Jinglong's eyes instantly turned cold.

He thought that if he had returned even a moment later, Sisi might also be lying on that cold dissection table.

An uncontrollable rage surged within him.

"Burn it."

Shen Jinglong turned around, not wanting to look at this sinful place again.

"Dragon Lord, the data below may not have been completely exported yet."

"I said, burn it!"

Shen Jinglong's voice rose an octave, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"I don't care how powerful the Sun Temple is overseas; on Dragon Kingdom soil, they are invaders whom everyone should kill!"

"Dare to come, and you will die!"

"set fire!"

"yes!"

Minutes later, a raging fire shot into the sky, engulfing the sinister fortress hidden in the darkness.

The firelight illuminated Shen Jinglong's cold profile, making him appear exceptionally resolute.

On the way back.

The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive.

Zhuque held a black hard drive that had just been salvaged, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

That was found on that "captain," and it was the only data source that wasn't destroyed.

Sudden.

Zhuque's fingers, which were typing on the keyboard, stopped.

Her expression turned extremely strange, even horrified.

"Dragon, Dragon Lord,"

"What? You found that nude photo of that 'Lord of the Temple'? You're so scared."

Shen Jinglong closed his eyes to rest, and casually made a joke.

"no,"

Zhuque took a deep breath and turned the laptop screen towards Shen Jinglong.

"We found a list called 'The Key of God' in the residual data on the hard drive."

"It records all the S-class targets they have locked onto within the Dragon Kingdom."

Shen Jinglong opened his eyes and glanced around casually.

However, the next second.

For the first time, genuine shock appeared on that face that had always remained unfazed even in the face of a collapsing mountain.

The list includes, apart from "Shen Sisi" who has been circled in red.

Below that, there was a name that haunted his dreams and filled him with immense guilt.

[S-Rank Target: Shen Yishi]

[Status: Locked, Awaiting Capture]

"Yi Shi,"

Shen Jinglong's fingers gently stroked the name on the screen, his voice terrifyingly low.

"I see."

"They're not just after my daughter."

"It's our Shen family's root!"