At Yanjing Airport, amid a torrential downpour, a blood-red bolt of lightning tears across the sky.
A Bentley Bentayga worth tens of millions blocks Long Zhantian, who is pushing a handcart.
Zhao Wuji plants his leather shoe on a case of precision instruments. “A traitor struck off the military rolls.”
As a shipping container crashes down beside his feet,
the old military tag on his chest begins to hum like a dragon's roar.
But the bodyguard behind Zhao Wuji spots the fading scar on his forearm: the mark of twin dragon fangs piercing through!
It is the blood-and-fire brand of a senior member of Longguo's elite special forces unit, Dragon Fang.
At the word “traitor,” Long Zhantian raises his rain-soaked face.
His voice, cold enough to pierce to the bone, cuts through the rain:
“How do you want to die?”
