Without a moment’s hesitation, Li Chen lunged forward, his body surging with a newfound ferocity as he squared off against the man standing beside the Jiang family. Li Xinjie was quick to follow his brother’s lead, the two of them presenting a united front against this formidable foe.

To their surprise, the man they faced was no pushover. The ensuing fight was intense, with Li Chen and Li Xinjie struggling to gain the upper hand. The toll of their previous confrontations with the Crimson Dragon’s forces had left them weary, but their determination to rescue their loved ones refused to waver.

As the battle raged on, Li Chen felt his body growing increasingly fatigued. In a moment of desperation, he reached out to the ancient soul that resided within him - the God of War. "Help," he pleaded.

The God of War responded without hesitation, gently pushing Li Xinjie aside as it took control of Li Chen’s body. The shift in fighting style was immediate and startling. The man facing them, who had seemed so imposing just moments ago, now appeared unsettled by the sudden change in Li Chen’s movements.

"What is this?" the man muttered, his eyes widening as Li Chen began to unleash the techniques of the legendary Seven Fists Manual, a martial arts style long thought to be lost to the ages.

The man’s expression quickly shifted from one of confidence to one of trepidation. "The Seven Fists..." he whispered, his voice tinged with a hint of fear. "My master warned me about those who had mastered this technique. I must not trifle with them."

Without warning, the man dropped to his knees before Li Chen, his head bowed in a gesture of reverence. "The ancient martial arts... Who are you?" he asked, his voice laced with a mix of awe and apprehension.

Li Chen, his voice no longer his own, replied with a cold, unforgiving tone, "Someone who will kill you."

With those words, Li Chen delivered a strike to the man’s head, the impact causing blood to spill from his nose and mouth. The man crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

The Jiang family watched in stunned silence, their expressions etched with fear. Madam Jiang’s voice trembled as she spoke, "Stay away from us! This is all your fault! You drugged my daughter and made her crazy! You pushed me to this!"

Li Chen, now in control of his own body once more, leveled his gaze at the Jiang family. "You have five seconds to move aside," he said, his voice calm and unwavering.

Master Jiang’s eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a sneer. "This is not over, Li Chen," he spat. "You will pay for what you did to our girl." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Without another word, Li Chen and Li Xinjie brushed past the Jiang family, their focus solely on reaching the cell where their loved ones were being held.

As they approached the cell, Li Chen’s heart raced with a mixture of hope and trepidation. "Zhang Mei," he called out, his voice laced with concern. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you?"

Zhang Mei’s response sent a chill down Li Chen’s spine. "I think I might need to rush to the hospital," she said, her voice tinged with pain.

Zhu Fengrui’s words only served to further fuel Li Chen’s rage. "She got some punches in places she shouldn’t have," he said, his own expression darkening.

Li Chen’s eyes flashed with a red hue, the color of blood. Turning to Shadow and Deng Chengxi, he uttered a single, chilling command, "Kill them all. Leave nothing and no one behind. Burn this place to the ground."

With a grim determination, the Li family began their retreat, their loved ones in tow. But the unfinished business with the Jiang family lingered, a dark cloud that threatened to follow them long after they had left this place of suffering and betrayal.

As they made their way to the cars, Li Chen’s mind raced with a thousand thoughts, each one more agonizing than the last. The image of his beloved Zhang Mei, battered and bruised, was seared into his memory, fueling his burning desire for vengeance.

Beside him, Li Xinjie walked in silence, his expression grim and resolute. He knew the weight of the task that lay ahead, and he was prepared to do whatever it took to ensure their loved ones’ safety.

Xu Zhonghao, his rifle still at the ready, scanned the area for any signs of pursuit. "We need to move, now," he said, his voice terse and urgent.

Shadow, his blades sheathed but his senses on high alert, fell into step beside the Li brothers. "The Jiang family won’t let this go," he murmured, his eyes narrowing. "We need to be prepared for their retaliation."

Li Chen’s jaw tightened, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "They’ll pay," he growled, his voice laced with a barely contained fury. "Every single one of them."

As they reached the cars, Li Chen and Li Xinjie quickly ushered their loved ones inside, their expressions etched with a mixture of relief and concern. Zhang Mei, Zhu Fengrui, Mu Lingling, and Zhang Meixui were all visibly shaken, their bodies battered and bruised from the ordeal they had endured.

"We’re getting you to a hospital," Li Chen said, his voice gentle yet firm. "You’ll be safe now."

Zhang Mei reached out, her trembling hand grasping Li Chen’s. "I’m so glad you came for us," she whispered, her eyes shining with a mix of gratitude and fear.

Li Chen’s expression softened, and he pulled his wife into a gentle embrace. "I’ll always come for you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "No matter what."

As the cars pulled away from the Crimson Dragon’s villa, Li Chen and his allies kept a watchful eye, their senses on high alert for any signs of pursuit. The threat of the Jiang family’s retaliation weighed heavily on their minds, but they were determined to ensure the safety of their loved ones, no matter the cost.

Back at the villa, Shadow and Deng Chengxi moved with a deadly grace, their blades flashing in the dim light as they carried out Li Chen’s orders. The Crimson Dragon guards, caught off guard by the sudden and savage assault, were no match for the skilled assassins.

Shadow moved with a fluid precision, his movements a blur as he dispatched one enemy after another. Deng Chengxi, his expression grim and focused, fought with a ruthless efficiency, his blades finding their mark with unerring accuracy.

The sound of gunfire and the agonized cries of the Crimson Dragon men echoed through the night, a symphony of violence and retribution. Shadow and Deng Chengxi worked in perfect harmony, their partnership forged through years of shared experiences and trust.

As the villa began to burn, the flames licking at the walls and consuming everything in their path, Shadow and Deng Chengxi made their way to the Jiang family’s quarters. The Jiang clan, their faces etched with a mixture of fear and defiance, stood their ground, their weapons at the ready.

But Shadow and Deng Chengxi were not to be deterred. They moved with a lethal grace, their blades flashing as they carved a path through the Jiang family’s ranks. Master Jiang, his eyes wide with terror, attempted to flee, but Deng Chengxi was relentless, his blade finding its mark with a sickening thud.

Madam Jiang, her expression twisted with anguish, rushed to her husband’s side, only to be struck down by Shadow’s merciless blows. Jiang Xiaofeng, his face contorted with a mix of fear and defiance, fought with a desperate ferocity, but he was no match for the seasoned assassins.

As the Jiang family fell, their bodies crumpling to the ground, Shadow and Deng Chengxi stood amid the ruins, their clothing stained with the blood of their enemies. The villa burned brightly, the flames consuming everything in their path, and with it, the last vestiges of the Jiang family’s influence. This marked the end of the Jiang family and Li Chen knew that he would never have to deal with them again. This was what they got for even touching his wife.

Meanwhile, the Li family’s convoy sped through the night, their destination a well-guarded hospital that would provide the necessary medical care for their wounded loved ones. Li Chen, his expression grim, kept a watchful eye on Zhang Mei, his heart aching at the sight of her battered form.

"We’re almost there," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "You’re safe now."

Zhang Mei managed a weak smile, her hand reaching out to grasp his. "I never doubted you would come for me," she whispered, her voice laced with a mixture of relief and exhaustion.

Li Xinjie, seated beside his brother, gently squeezed Zhang Mei’s shoulder, his expression conveying the depth of his concern. "We’ll make sure you and the others get the best care," he said, his voice low and reassuring.

Zhang Meixui hands were shaking with fear of what she had experienced, Zhu Fengrui kept her in his arms, assuring her with his presence that everything was okay now. They were safe, out of the hands of the Jiang family.