Chapter 957: The Dragon’s Inverse Scale—Touch It and Die

He is well aware of who is held in the dungeon today, more than clear about to whom the vivid red blood belongs.

His loathing arises simply because the captive today reminds him of unpleasant memories.

Today, Sister Ajin was humiliated under his very nose.

A dragon has its inverse scale, touch it and you will perish.

His Sister Ajin is his weakness, his inverse scale, yet also his sturdiest armor.

Anyone who touches her must first get past him.

The events of today are unbearable for him.

Although he blames himself, he is even more furious with those who harmed Ajin.

An Mingji’s face darkened slightly. He reached out to take the white handkerchief from the ground where Allen had dropped it and continued to descend gracefully and elegantly.

As they approached the basement, faint sounds of painful pleading were heard.

Among them was the familiar sound of whipping.

An Mingji halted before the first cage and spoke indifferently to Allen, "Go and have them take it easy, don’t let the person die too quickly."

Standing next to him, Allen glanced at the situation within the cage where the Young Master was standing.

Seeing the Short Country’s puppet being held inside, he knew it posed no harm and wouldn’t threaten the Young Master’s life, he responded immediately, "Yes, Young Master."

After he left, An Mingji stood outside the cage, carefully scrutinizing the puppet inside.

They were non-human monsters, hideous in appearance, with overpowering stench crawling over their bodies surpassing even that of a corpse.

Sensing the nauseating odor, An Mingji held up the handkerchief to cover his nose and mouth.

Recently, the Short Country has been making frequent moves, especially domestically. Their actions threaten the Four Great Families in Beijing, there’s likely a significant conspiracy behind this.

They have crafted numerous puppets, each a killing machine with immense destructive power.

Yet, these puppets truly pose no threat to him and Ajin.

But in Beijing, how many cultivators can compare to him and Ajin?

If all these puppets were unleashed, the ensuing damage would be unimaginable.

Previously, he had been provoked by a puppet crafted by the Short Country, but thereafter, nothing else happened, thus he didn’t focus much on the matter.

Now, the Royal Family’s Han Family is entangled with the Short Country, even potentially threatening Ajin, hence he must prioritize this matter.

An Mingji asked the guard at the gate, "Has any research been concluded?"

The guard immediately saluted respectfully, "Young Master, Dr. Owen took one away for research and has not reported any findings so far."

"Hmm."

After glancing at the hideous puppet inside, An Mingji acknowledged and walked away.

If there are any new developments concerning the puppets, those below will report to him promptly.

All he needs is patience; he has more important matters to attend to now.

Soon, An Mingji stopped again at another cage.

The punishment inside had ceased since Allen’s arrival.

Standing outside the cage, with his back towards his followers, An Mingji instantly felt the air dense with sharp, murderous tension, pressing rapidly from all directions.

Sensing something amiss, the crowd quickly turned to face the imposing Young Master outside, his presence overwhelming, and saluted one after another, "Young Master—"

"Young Master—"

An Mingji’s eyes flickered with a dangerous, cold, fierce brilliance, his stare somber and ruthless upon the two individuals suspended and beaten inside the cage.

These two were Xing Wenming and Mao Minlan, their bodies ravaged except for their faces, covered entirely in bloodstains.

Due to pain, their excessively contorted and grotesque features were truly a sight that brought great satisfaction.