All beings are equal was a poison developed by Shen Lang. A single sniff would render a person completely powerless.
Of course, one could forcibly suppress the poison.
However, the consequences of suppressing the poison were even more severe. Once the poison was forcibly suppressed, the hidden sorrow in a person's heart would surge forth, making them wish for death and ultimately leading to mental breakdown and suicide.
Can Dao was the first person Shen Lang had ever seen who could suppress the effects of the All Beings Are Equal poison. However, if Shen Lang hadn't intervened, Can Dao would have already been assassinated.
The martial arts cultivation of these black-clad men ranged from the Yellow Realm to the Profound Realm. To deal with them would take Shen Lang half a day. He didn't want to waste time, so he had to resort to a killing move he hadn't used in a long time.
Shen Lang knew these people were unconvinced and resentful, but what did that have to do with him? He wasn't here for a fair fight; he was here to capture someone, so he would use whatever means necessary.
These men were sent by He Yaodong to intercept Shen Lang and his group. He Yaodong probably never imagined that Shen Lang would resolve the situation in less than a minute.
"Good heavens, Squad Leader Shen's methods are getting more terrifying. What exactly did he do to incapacitate dozens of people in an instant?"
Seeing Shen Lang easily subdue dozens of men, it wasn't just the black-clad men whose eyes widened. Xiong Zi and Long Zi, hidden in the shadows, were also incredulous, exchanging bewildered glances.
"Squad Leader Shen's methods are ever-changing and all-encompassing. They are beyond our comprehension, but they are undoubtedly powerful."
Qin Long sighed, "I always felt that as long as Squad Leader Shen was here, no mission was impossible. Now I realize this isn't just intuition; it's absolute trust born from his immense strength."
"Xiong Zi, Long Zi, let's hurry and catch up with Squad Leader Shen. He Yaodong's subordinates outside are likely all here. Since Squad Leader Shen has dealt with them, he should be able to directly confront him in the Three Treasures Hall now."
Qin Long smiled, "We failed to bring He Yaodong back last time. This time, we must fulfill our wish and bring He Yaodong back to Long Country to avenge our fallen comrades."
"Yes, I haven't forgotten the grudge from last time. He Yaodong must pay with blood. We can't let him get away with it."
Xiong Zi said, "He Yaodong is insidious and shameless. Last time, we suffered heavy losses due to betrayal by the personnel of the Yang Country's Martial Guard Division. He's trying the same trick again, but we're not fools. He'll likely be disappointed."
Just as Qin Long predicted, He Yaodong had set up this trap with himself as bait, using his subordinates to block the path to the Three Treasures Hall.
Each of these dozens of subordinates was an elite fighter. He Yaodong was confident that together they could easily capture the people from the Nanling Martial Guard Division.
Not only did these men have blades, but they also had guns. Even if the Nanling Martial Guard Division had equal numbers, they wouldn't be able to defeat these men.
At this moment, He Yaodong, dressed in a black kimono, was striking a wooden fish in the Three Treasures Hall, constantly turning prayer beads in his hand. A grand lament filled the hall.
"Sigh, what era are we in? Still using traditional wooden fish? It's outdated. You should be using an electronic wooden fish. One strike and you get +10,000 merit points, much better than tapping away like this."
"Also, don't keep turning those traditional prayer beads. You only accumulate a few merits a day. You need to switch to electronic ones, definitely electronic ones."
As He Yaodong struck the wooden fish and turned the prayer beads, a languid voice echoed from the doorway, causing the prayer beads in his hand to fall and the hammer for the wooden fish to miss its target.
"Who are you?"
Seeing Shen Lang, who was one meter eighty tall, burly, but possessed a handsome, fair face, He Yaodong's brows furrowed as he asked.
"You may not recognize me, but your name has long echoed in my ears. He Yaodong, the Poison King of Asia, that's you, right?"
Shen Lang yawned and walked straight to a meditation cushion opposite He Yaodong, sitting down. He said, "You may not recognize me, but you should recognize the people from the Nanling Martial Guard Division. You played a dirty trick last time, causing heavy casualties to the Nanling Martial Guard Division. You wouldn't have forgotten such a significant event, would you?"
"You're from the Nanling Martial Guard Division, Song Shaodao's subordinate?"
Hearing Shen Lang's words, He Yaodong's expression changed. "How did you get in?"
"What kind of question is that? Of course, I walked in openly. What, did you think your dozens of subordinates could stop me?"
As Shen Lang spoke, his gaze fell upon a plate of pastries in front of the Buddha statue. He stood up, took it, picked out a piece of osmanthus cake, and began to eat, commenting as he chewed, "Yang Country copies everything from Long Country, including these pastries. However, yours aren't very tasty."
"It can't be helped; I haven't eaten all day. Since there's food, I won't be polite."
Shen Lang looked at He Yaodong and smiled, "You can continue to strike your wooden fish and chant your sutras. Don't mind me for now. After I finish eating, you can come with me."
"Come with you?"
Hearing Shen Lang's words, He Yaodong sneered, "To take me back to Long Country for trial, and then execute me like Nalan Wushuang, the Gun King of the Northern Territory?"
"No, you're not qualified to be like Nalan Wushuang."
Shen Lang chuckled, "Nalan Wushuang was covered in blood, but he was a fierce bandit. He killed for wealth. You, on the other hand, produce so much poison, ruining tens of millions of families. Thousands of people die or have their lives ruined because of you every year. Therefore, you don't deserve the same treatment as Nalan Wushuang."
"Nalan Wushuang is dead. I personally paid for his urn. But you are different. If you die, I will put your ashes in a plastic bag and sprinkle them directly into the toilet, flushing them away after I relieve myself."
"Hahaha—"
Shen Lang's words did not provoke anger from He Yaodong, but rather a burst of laughter. "Interesting, very interesting. After decades, you are the first person to dare speak to me like this. Your name is Shen Lang, right? I'll remember you."
He Yaodong pointed at Shen Lang, his eyes alight with excitement. "After you die today, I will have people go to Nanling to find your parents and relatives. No, anyone with even the slightest connection to you, I will have them all killed."
As he spoke, He Yaodong reached for the red samurai sword at his waist. However, before the sword was even unsheathed, He Yaodong lost all his strength and crashed to the ground with a clatter.
"Shen Lang… you… you shameless scoundrel… you poisoned me?"
After falling to the ground, He Yaodong finally saw the small green bottle Shen Lang had been holding since he entered. He angrily blurted out.