Next Stop

The temporary press center was set up in the largest banquet hall in Augustusburg.

At this moment, the place is completely packed.

Thousands of media outlets from around the world set up their cameras and microphones densely below the stage.

The flashbulbs were like lightning in a storm, flashing wildly and illuminating the entire hall as bright as day.

When Jiang Han pushed open the door and walked in.

The once noisy hall instantly fell silent.

He wasn't wearing a suit.

He wasn't wearing a tie.

They hadn't even wiped the blood off their faces.

The black windbreaker still bore traces of dried viscous fluid sprayed by the Black Fiend, emitting an unpleasant fishy smell.

And so, reeking of gunpowder from hell, he strode onto the red-carpeted stage.

That aura.

That kind of murderous aura that had just crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

All the reporters present involuntarily held their breath.

The Western journalists who had prepared a whole host of sharp questions found their throats dry and couldn't utter a single word.

Jiang Han pulled out a chair and sat down with an air of authority.

With a loud clang, he slammed the black gold ancient sword heavily onto the table.

The sound was amplified through the microphone, sending a shiver down everyone's spine.

"Let's begin."

Jiang Han leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping across the room with a disdainful look.

"I'm in a hurry."

After a brief silence.

A reporter from CNN raised his hand shakily.

"Mr. Jiang... Mr. Jiang."

"Excuse me, does the creature you just demonstrated pose a threat to human society?"

"Did you consider the consequences of putting them back?"

Jiang Han gave a cold laugh.

He leaned closer to the microphone, his voice low and hoarse.

"threaten?"

"The greatest threat in this world has never been the animals that hide underground."

"It's the human heart."

He pointed to the camera.

As for the consequences.

"They won't come out unless you do something stupid."

"But what if someone else, like that idiot from before, goes and provokes them with a sonic weapon..."

Jiang Han paused, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Then be prepared for your whole family to be eaten."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

This blatant threat, this arrogant attitude, is simply unprecedented!

But no one dared to refute it.

The corpse that was bleeding from all seven orifices just now is the best proof.

"Mr. Jiang!"

A Chinese journalist stood up excitedly.

"I'm a reporter from CCTV! What are your plans for the future?"

"You discovered the remains of a real dragon in Kunlun, and here you found a living plesiosaur."

"Will your exploration end here?"

This question reflects the sentiments of the entire world.

All eyes were fixed on Jiang Han.

The live stream chat was flooded with comments.

Jiang Han remained silent for two seconds.

He reached out and gently stroked the black gold ancient sword on the table.

Then, he looked up at the camera and held up two fingers.

"Stop?"

"No."

"This is just the beginning."

Jiang Han's voice suddenly rose, carrying a penetrating power that made people's blood boil.

"Kunlun's morgue and water monster."

"These are just appetizers."

He suddenly stood up, placed his hands on the table, leaned forward, and his golden eyes seemed to pierce through the screen, staring directly into the soul of every viewer.

"Next stop."

"Go back to China."

"Target—Beijing, Lock Dragon Well!"

boom--!!!

These three words were like a nuclear bomb dropped on a calm lake!

The Chinese reporters at the scene widened their eyes instantly, and some even trembled with excitement.

Locked Dragon Well!

That's one of the most famous urban legends in China!

Legend has it that a wicked dragon is locked up there; pulling the chains will produce the sound of a cow mooing, and the well water will turn fishy!

"I'm going to find it."

Jiang Han's voice continued, each word like a heavy hammer blow.

"It's not a fossil."

"It's not a legend."

"But the real... Ancestral Dragon!"

"I will personally tear off the veil of pretense from that world and show it to you!"

The press conference was a complete uproar.

Countless reporters rushed toward the podium, wanting to ask questions and confirm information.

But Jiang Han didn't want to say anything more.

He grabbed the Black Gold Ancient Sword, turned and left, leaving behind only an arrogant silhouette as he disappeared into the backstage passageway.

……

Half an hour later.

Luxury suites on the top floor of the hotel.

This place has been converted into a temporary safe house, and the entrance is filled with heavily armed special forces soldiers.

Jiang Han had just finished showering and changed into a clean bathrobe.

He was sitting on the sofa, drying his wet hair.

Doorbell rang.

"Come in."

The door opened.

It wasn't Li Zhenhua who walked in, nor was it a waiter.

It was Isabella.

She was clearly dressed up carefully.

She changed into a deep V-neck red evening gown, and the bruise on her chin was cleverly covered by foundation.

She held two glasses of red wine in her hands, her eyes glazed over, conveying a strong sense of innuendo.

"ginger……"

She closed the door and locked it.

Then, she walked gracefully to Jiang Han and handed him a glass of wine.

"For...today's miracle."

"And also for...our survival."

She bent slightly, revealing the view beneath her neckline.

The unique charm of a mature woman, enhanced by alcohol and lamplight, appeared exceptionally alluring.

She came with a mission.

They also came with selfish motives.

She wants this man.

Even if it's just for one night.

Jiang Han did not accept the wine glass.

He kept his head down, wiping the black gold ancient knife in his hand.

The blade gleamed, reflecting Isabella's delicate yet slightly stiff face.

"go out."

Jiang Han said calmly.

Isabella's smile froze on her face.

She bit her lip, reluctantly squatted down, and gently placed her hand on Jiang Han's knee.

"Jiang, you've offended the whole world today."

"Those Western intelligence agencies won't let you get away with this."

"I can help you."

"I am a senior agent of IEBA, I have the authority, I have the resources..."

"If you take me away, I can be your shadow, your..."

"What are you doing to me?"

Jiang Han suddenly interrupted her.

He raised his head, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

"Will you be a burden to me?"

Isabella was stunned.

She saw a deep contempt in Jiang Han's eyes.

That contempt wasn't directed at her as a person, but at the weak.

"My path is a one-way street to hell."

Jiang Han stood up and sheathed the black gold ancient sword.

"The place I'm going to is a place even ghosts wouldn't dare go."

"A mortal like you will only turn into a corpse if you follow me."

"Or... become food for monsters."

He walked to the French windows and looked at the night view outside.

"Don't try to test me with such cheap tactics."

"In my eyes, you're no different from that plesiosaur."

"Even... it's more valuable than you."

These words shattered Isabella's entire dignity.

Her face turned deathly pale, and the wine glass in her hand trembled slightly.

She got it.

In this man's world, there are only two kinds of creatures:

One is someone who can kill him.

One possibility is that he was murdered.

She didn't even have the right to be killed by him.

"Sorry to bother you."

Isabella put down her glass and staggered out of the room.

The door closed.

The room fell silent once more.

Jiang Han stood by the window, suddenly clutching her chest, her brows furrowed.

"Well……"

A burning pain spread from the Qilin tattoo.

That's a side effect of the second stage of awakening.

But instead of making a sound, he grinned and revealed a crazed smile.

"happy……"

"This is what it feels like to be alive!"