Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

Shock, terror, and utter disbelief gradually filled his eyes.

Zhao Dong's speed could only be described as terrifying, and it was not just his speed, but his power.

At this moment, Zhao Dong was showcasing the ultimate display of violent aesthetics. He was a former special forces operative, proficient in all manner of combat techniques. Bolstered by his Spiritual Energy, he was like the sharpest sword forged between heaven and earth.

Zhao Dong flickered into the crowd. A cold smile played on his lips, his eyes like chips of ice as he casually struck forward with his palm. Instantly, several bodies flew through the air, erupting in mists of blood.

When a fist whistled toward him from behind, Zhao Dong kicked backward without even turning his head.

BANG!

The man flew backward as if struck by a cannonball, crashing into one person after another.

Zhao Dong cracked his neck, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. His body became a blur to the crowd, and when he reappeared, he had already broken through the encirclement and was standing behind them all.

The crowd felt a sudden chill run down their spines as they heard Zhao Dong's sinister voice, "A bunch of trash."

The words had barely left his mouth when Zhao Dong grabbed two men by the head and slammed them together, knocking them unconscious. The surrounding men snapped out of their stupor and once again surged toward Zhao Dong.

Zhao Dong shrugged, whipping up a gale within the crowd. His speed was incredible, so fast that no one could make out his techniques or even see how he moved. Within the crowd, his body was a mere shadow, leaving a trail of screams and wails wherever he passed.

Every part of his body had become a weapon. A single casual punch, kick, or palm strike was enough to knock any of these so-called elite enforcers out cold. Bodies constantly crashed onto the ring's floor, thudding down like rain as Zhao Dong displayed the pinnacle of his strength.

The more Zhao Dong fought, the fiercer he became. His fighting spirit surged, and a sharp light gleamed in his eyes.

He had already reached the fifth level of Qi Refinement, capable of taking on a fourth-level Grandmaster. He could fight opponents almost an entire major realm above him.

In China, becoming a Grandmaster meant you were a master among ten thousand.

Black Dragon's mouth hung wide open. His earlier disdain, indifference, and sarcasm had been replaced by shock, fear, and terror. His body trembled. His pupils constricted.

"No… this… how is this possible?"

Black Dragon swallowed hard. His face had turned deathly pale, and at some point, the entire underground fighting ring had fallen eerily silent. Sixty or seventy elite enforcers, all lay sprawled on the ring.

With his hands clasped behind his back, Zhao Dong stood calmly among the bodies. His gaze pierced through the crowd and landed on Black Dragon's face.

Black Dragon shrieked. With a shudder, he collapsed pathetically to the ground, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

Zhao Dong slowly extended a hand and crooked a finger at him, his eyes chillingly indifferent.

"Submit, or be annihilated."

"I'll give you three seconds to decide."

"Three…"

"Two…"

Just as he was about to say "one," Black Dragon dropped to his knees with a thud and cried out in terror, "Sir… I… I submit! I submit!"

A slow smile curved Zhao Dong's lips. "Then get over here. Roll to my feet. And remember, I said *roll*."

Black Dragon clenched his teeth, cold sweat beading on his forehead. His few remaining underlings stood by, stunned.

Is this still the ruthless, renowned Black Dragon of the East Sea underworld? The same Black Dragon who had once faced thirty or forty men with a machete and never flinched? Now he was… cowering?

Black Dragon actually got on the ground and began to roll toward Zhao Dong. Covered in dirt and grime, he came to a stop at Zhao Dong's feet, knelt, and stammered, his body trembling, "Sir, I was wrong. I truly know I was wrong!"

Zhao Dong slowly squatted, patting Black Dragon's cheek with a grin. "Do you know why I came looking for you today?"

Black Dragon's face was ashen. "I… I don't know," he said, terror-stricken.

In an instant, Zhao Dong's gaze turned to ice. He gripped Black Dragon's throat, his voice as cold as ancient ice. "Were your men at the Jiang Group's headquarters today?"

Hearing this, Black Dragon's mind raced, and he exclaimed in dread, "Sir, I… I understand now! It was us… we did it! But… someone ordered us to! We were just doing a job for money!"

Black Dragon instantly understood why Zhao Dong was here. The kidnapping of Jiang Nianyu had been discovered.

Zhao Dong said coldly, "Who hired you? And where is the woman?"

At this moment, Black Dragon was no longer a mighty dragon, but a small, writhing eel. Kneeling before Zhao Dong, he broke out in a cold sweat. "Sir, we only grabbed the woman. She was taken away by someone else right after. Yes, it was… it was Sun Tiansheng of Tiansheng Pharmaceutical. He gave us six million yuan to abduct the woman. Just an hour ago, he came and took her away himself. We don't know where he went."

Zhao Dong's grip tightened, and he hauled Black Dragon into the air, his eyes as cold and dark as an abyss. "Call him. Tell him if a single hair on that woman's head is harmed, he and his entire Tiansheng Pharmaceutical will be annihilated!"

Black Dragon gasped, the grip on his throat causing him agony. He rasped out painfully, "Sir… I can't contact him. I… I don't have his number!"

Zhao Dong's eyes turned colder. He grabbed one of Black Dragon's hands and squeezed.

CRACK!

Black Dragon let out a bloodcurdling scream as his right hand was crushed into a mangled, bloody pulp.

Zhao Dong followed up with a kick to Black Dragon's chest.

SLAM!

Black Dragon was sent flying, slamming hard against a wall and sending up a cloud of cement dust.

Everyone present stared, their faces masks of horror.

Zhao Dong dusted off his hands, his cold gaze sweeping over the crowd. "Remember, my name is Zhao Dong. Anyone who wants revenge is welcome to find me."

With that, he strode toward the entrance. In the entire, vast arena, not a single person dared to stop him.

Outside, Zhao Dong wasted no time and rushed directly to Tiansheng Pharmaceutical.

Tiansheng Pharmaceutical and the Jiang Group's Jiang Pharmaceutical were the two top pharmaceutical manufacturers in East Sea and, naturally, fierce competitors. Previously, Zhao Dong had given Jiang Nianyu the formula for Yu Yan Cream. This allowed Jiang Pharmaceutical to skyrocket, seizing seventy percent of Tiansheng Pharmaceutical's market share. It was no wonder Tiansheng Pharmaceutical had resorted to such despicable methods.

But business was competition; it was survival of the fittest. If your product was inferior, you deserved to be eliminated. The fact that Tiansheng Pharmaceutical had resorted to such underhanded methods had already ignited a killing intent in Zhao Dong.

Furthermore, Jiang Nianyu had helped him several times. Zhao Dong truly considered the beautiful and playful woman a friend, especially after the few ambiguous moments they had shared. He would not tolerate anyone laying a hand on the people close to him.

Meanwhile, Han Qingtian arrived at the underground fighting ring with Han Chuxue and a dozen masters from the Han Family in tow. They all hurried inside.

Han Chuxue cursed inwardly, You damn Zhao Dong, how dare you barge in here alone? You'll be lucky to leave in one piece! He's probably already crippled inside!

Soon, Han Qingtian and Han Chuxue entered the fighting ring with their men, only to be stunned by the sight before them. The vast ring was littered with injured men, all groaning in pain. Black Dragon was off to the side, bandaging his wounds, his face a mess and looking utterly dejected.

Han Chuxue was also shocked. Black Dragon was a notorious figure in East Sea, and she was somewhat afraid of him. She had heard tales of his cruelty. Her face paled as she asked in a trembling voice, "Grandpa… what happened here?"

Han Qingtian's expression changed drastically. He took in the scene with a deep look, his gaze finally settling on Black Dragon.

Black Dragon's eyes met his. Seeing it was Han Qingtian, he frowned. The Han Family was one of the four great families, after all, and he had to show some respect. Normally, he might have offered Han Qingtian a smile, but today, after having his place inexplicably wrecked and getting beaten, Black Dragon was still fuming.

He said coolly to Han Qingtian, "Lord Han, what wind has blown you here today?"

Han Qingtian asked, "Black Dragon, did a young man come here just now?"

Black Dragon's eyelid twitched. His eyes bulged as he snapped, "Why do you have to rub salt in the wound?! What is it?"

Han Qingtian's heart sank. Did Zhao Dong offend Black Dragon and get himself into trouble? Thinking this, he said hurriedly, "Black Dragon, that young man is my grandson-in-law. Please, on my account, let him go. The Han Family will owe you a favor."

The corner of Black Dragon's mouth twitched. "What the hell? Your grandson-in-law?"

Han Qingtian nodded. "That's right. If he has done anything to offend you, I, Han Qingtian, apologize on his behalf. Please, Black Dragon, show him some mercy."

Seeing Black Dragon's expression, Han Chuxue's heart sank. She cursed inwardly, You damned Zhao Dong, you even dragged Grandpa into this to clean up your mess! Have you no shame? You'd better hope you're dead!

In the next second, however, Black Dragon shuddered violently. His face was a mask of bitterness as he said, "Me, show your grandson-in-law mercy? I wouldn't dare! Your grandson-in-law is the one who turned my place upside down! Lord Han, let me ask a favor of you today. Please, tell your grandson-in-law to never come here again, alright? I'm truly terrified of him!"

At these words, both Han Qingtian and Han Chuxue froze, their faces etched with disbelief.

Han Qingtian was dumbfounded. "What did you say… all these people here… they were all beaten by Zhao Dong?"

"What else could it be?" Black Dragon said miserably. "Your grandson-in-law is a monster! Please, just ask him to show some mercy in the future. I never intended to cross him!"

Beside them, Han Chuxue was also completely stunned. She stared at the scene before her, her expression shifting again and again.

I'm not seeing things, am I? Did I hear that right? Zhao Dong stormed the underground fighting ring by himself and beat everyone here? What the hell… Is this a dream?

Han Qingtian, who already knew Zhao Dong was no ordinary man, recovered much more quickly than his granddaughter. He laughed and said, "Well, since my grandson-in-law is fine, we'll be taking our leave. I only came to look for him."

Han Qingtian and Han Chuxue left with their people. Once outside and in the car, Han Chuxue gazed up at the sky and murmured, "Grandpa… that Zhao Dong… is he really that unbelievable?"

Han Qingtian stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Chuxue, you saw it for yourself. You must believe your grandpa. This Zhao Dong certainly has a great secret; he is definitely a dragon among men. You must seize this opportunity!"

"But…"

Han Chuxue sighed softly, her emotions a tangled mess.

By this time, Zhao Dong had reached Tiansheng Pharmaceutical.