Seven years ago, Shen Kuang was carrying the Shenlong Order to perform a top-secret mission, and his life and death were unknown.
Seven years later, when he returned with success, he found that his sister's small company was being hunted by Qian's group with domineering terms, and he was pointed at the nose and threatened in front of the hospital bed.
"Sign it, and I'll guarantee your company's survival, otherwise your brother will come back to collect your body."
Shen laughed wildly.
He took out the black iron emblem that had been dormant for seven years. The dark ruby on the dragon totem was so bright that it was dazzling.
"Let his father come to see me."
Qian Dekun, president of Jiangcheng Medical Association, knelt at the door of the ward that day.
Everyone thought it was just a veteran who got lucky.
Until that night, Shen Kuang broke into the fifth underground floor alone, holding an ancient spiritual pulp in his hand, and touched the truth of the ancient secret realm.
"It turns out that there is something older than the Dragon Order hidden in this world."
