Jiang Chen's roar reverberated like thunder in Xiao Ruoran's ears, numbing her eardrums and leaving her completely bewildered.
At this moment, she could only sob, unsure how to respond.
After a while, she finally realized what was happening, and with a look of despair, she said, "I don't know, I really don't know. The map... the map was taken by Xiao Zhan. It seems he gave it to some important figure in Kyoto."
"Swish!"
Jiang Chen picked up the switchblade from the bed and slashed at Xiao Ruoran's wrist. The blade came down with a swift movement.
Blood splattered.
Xiao Ruoran's mouth opened in pain, unable to utter a single cry. Her expression was contorted, hideous, and her body trembled.
Jiang Chen casually took out several silver needles and stabbed them into Xiao Ruoran's body.
Until she had discovered the Huayue Mountain Residence map, Xiao Ruoran could not die.
The needles penetrated, severing Xiao Ruoran's palm. While the blood didn't flow much, she could still feel the pain.
This was a kind of pain unbearable for ordinary people.
At this moment, she wanted to die.
But Jiang Chen was right; she was now in a state of being unable to live or die.
Jiang Chen sat down again, looking at Xiao Ruoran, who looked like a stray dog. With a cold expression, he said, "The pain you've endured is far from enough to atone for the sins you've committed. I ask you again, where is the Huayue Mountain Residence map?"
"I... I... No, I don't know." Xiao Ruoran's teeth trembled, and even her words were stammering.
Hearing this, Jiang Chen frowned.
An ordinary person, driven by the desire to survive, would undoubtedly speak out whatever they wanted. Yet, Xiao Ruoran claimed she didn't know. Could she truly not know the whereabouts of the Huayue Mountain Residence map?
The Huayue Mountain Residence map was his family heirloom, passed down for countless years. Before his death, his grandfather had said that the Jiang family could be destroyed, but the map could not be lost.
"Please, please let me go. I, I really don't know."
Xiao Ruoran's body trembled, his words slurred.
At this moment, she felt dizzy, but she couldn't completely pass out.
Intense pain rippled through her face and hands, excruciating.
Jiang Chen was a demon. She was terrified, utterly terrified. She begged for mercy.
"I'll spare your life for now. I'll give you some time to find the whereabouts of the Flower-Moon Mountain Residence. I'll come back for you. If you still don't know the whereabouts of the Flower-Moon Mountain Residence by then, I'll show you what true despair is."
Jiang Chen stood up.
Immediately, he walked towards the bed and pulled up Zhang Changtian, who was squatting in the corner, trembling.
Zhang Changtian's body trembled with fear, and there was a pool of water on the ground. He had obviously peed himself.
"No, it's none of my business. I, I know nothing." Zhang Changtian trembled and begged for mercy.
"Pretend you didn't see anything today. If there are any rumors or consequences, you should be able to anticipate them." Jiang Chen's expression was cold. He had a clear distinction between grudges and grievances. He had no grudge against Zhang Changtian, and he had no desire to kill him.
Jiang Chen once again looked at Xiao Ruoran, who lay in bed, like a dead dog.
"You must be eager to know my current identity. It's okay to tell you. I am the Black Dragon of the Southern Wasteland, commander of a million-strong Black Dragon Army. Let alone Xiao Zhan, even King Xiaoyao, I can kill him if I want to."
Jiang Chen left a message and turned to leave.
He revealed his identity to put pressure on Xiao Ruoran, urging her to quickly investigate the whereabouts of the Flower Moon Mountain Residence Map.
After he left, the only sound in the room was Xiao Ruoran's sobs.
Her body was trembling.
"Black, Black Dragon, commander of the Southern Wasteland, Black Dragon, one of the Five Great Marshals?"
She couldn't believe it.
How could that Jiang family kid from ten years ago become the world-renowned Black Dragon of the Southern Wasteland?
Although she wasn't in the military, her fourth brother was a soldier, holding a high rank. She had also heard Xiao Zhan talk about the Five Marshals.
Black Dragon had been a marshal for the shortest time, having been so long a year ago.
But he was the most formidable of the Five.
His strength was beyond imagination.
And he was also a miraculous doctor.
Recalling Jiang Chen's identity, her body trembled.
She had never imagined Jiang Chen's current status was so formidable. No wonder King Xiaoyao hadn't investigated further after killing Xiao Zhan. It turned out that the one who killed Xiao Zhan was Black Dragon, a figure even King Xiaoyao feared.
Zhang Changtian breathed a sigh of relief when Jiang Chen left.
Now drenched in sweat, he glanced at Xiao Ruoran, lying in bed with scars on her face and a severed hand. He trembled with fear and turned to flee.
"No, don't go. Save me, save me, take me to the hospital. I, I have money. I'll give it to you."
Before, Xiao Ruoran had wanted to die.
Now that Jiang Chen was gone, she didn't want to die; she wanted to survive.
Zhang Changtian paused at the mention of money.
He was lost in thought.
Before leaving, Jiang Chen had said he wouldn't let Xiao Ruoran die. If he left and Xiao Ruoran died, Jiang Chen would blame him, and he'd be doomed. Moreover, if he saved Xiao Ruoran, he'd get the money.
Thinking of this, he immediately pulled out his phone and called the emergency center.
After leaving Xiao Ruoran's villa, Jiang Chen put on his mask again.
He visited the Wang, Zhao, and Zhou families.
Just as dawn was breaking.
In the middle of the river, at the Jiang family cemetery.
In front of Jiang Tian's grave.
Three more bloody heads lay here.
Jiang Chen knelt before Jiang Tian's grave.
"Grandpa, Xiao Biehe is dead, Wang Yonggui is dead, Zhao Jingshan is dead, Zhou Deping is dead. All the culprits who once went to the Jiang family and set them on fire are dead. Grandpa, your grandson is incompetent and has not yet found the whereabouts of the Flower Moon Mountain Residence Map."
"But, Grandpa, don't worry, your grandson will definitely recover the Flower Moon Mountain Residence Map."
"Although the culprits of the four major families are dead, your grandson will never let them go so easily. I will make them know what despair is. I will make them wish they were dead, unable to live or die. I will torture them to death as a tribute to the Jiang family's deceased souls."
Jiang Chen knelt before Jiang Tian's grave, weeping like a tearful man.
He was the mighty Black Dragon of the Southern Wasteland. Even facing an army of thousands, he didn't shed a single tear.
Because, a man sheds blood, not tears.
But at this moment, he wept, weeping like a tearful man.
Although he was now the Black Dragon of the Southern Wasteland, enjoying immense glory, no one knew what he had endured over the past ten years.
Ten years ago, he was engulfed in flames. He witnessed his loved ones wailing in the flames, tears streaming down their faces, expressions of despair and helplessness.
He would never forget this scene.
Just as he was despairing, a young girl with ponytails rushed in, desperately untied the ropes binding him, and pulled him out of the flames.
After escaping the flames, he saw the girl was also on fire, but he, focused on himself, jumped into the river, leaving her behind.
For ten years, he had been consumed by guilt and self-blame.
Carrying hatred, he had risen from a small soldier to become the Black Dragon, all for this day.
Repaying a favor, seeking revenge.
Now, his enemy was dead, but the anger within him lingered.
The Four Great Families had made a mistake and must face punishment.
Furthermore, from Xiao Ruoran's words, he could roughly deduce that the mastermind behind the Jiang family's destruction was someone from Kyoto.
This person's goal was to obtain the Painting of Dwelling in the Flower-Moon Mountain.
He clenched his fists.
"Grandpa, no matter who steals the Painting of Dwelling in the Flower-Moon Mountain, one day I will bring their head to you as a tribute."
The injustice and torture I had endured over the past ten years, at this moment, turned into tears.