"Kill him!" the deputy warden barked, ordering the guards to open fire. Bullets tore through the air, slamming into the door with deafening impacts. Tang Yulan watched as the steel door became riddled with dents, then with a powerful swing, he hurled it forward like a battering ram. stainless-steel door weighing dozens of kilograms was no laughing matter. The guards scattered in terror, desperately dodging the flying projectile.

Seizing the opportunity, Tang Yulan closed the distance, grabbing one guard by the collar and flinging him aside, then kicking another panicked officer in the chest. Within moments, several guards lay defeated at his feet.

Inside his office, Pang Wei slammed the teacup to the ground the moment he received the emergency call. "Stop him at all costs—secure the main gate, no matter what, he cannot escape!" he roared.

He paced frantically, his mind racing as one after another frantic reports flooded in over the intercom. The horrifying truth? Over a hundred guards were completely outmatched by a single man.

"BANG!" The reinforced steel door to his office was kicked in, the metal warping from the force, vibrations rattling the entire room.

Pang Wei froze as Tang Yulan stepped inside, casually tossing the unconscious guard onto the floor before locking eyes with him. "You're my hostage now," he said coldly.

"Tang Yulan, you're a soldier!" Pang Wei stammered, sweat beading on his forehead. "You know the consequences of escaping prison—you're betraying your country, betraying the people. You'll be a disgrace to the Chinese military!" His trembling hand inched toward the pistol at his waist.

"Shut up." Tang Yulan fired a shot, the bullet grazing Pang Wei’s right arm. "I aimed to miss your artery. Next time, I won’t be so merciful."

"N-no... My car’s downstairs. Let me go, and I’ll drive you out!" Pang Wei’s lips turned pale from the pain.

Ignoring him, Tang Yulan dragged the unconscious guard inside, slammed the door shut, and quickly stripped off the man’s uniform, pulling it on himself.

"BANG BANG!" Knocking came from the door. "Warden, any updates? This is Captain Yang Peng from the Third Ward!"

Pang Wei’s heart pounded wildly. This was his chance to alert the others—but before he could speak, Tang Yulan pressed the gun against his throat and mimicked his voice perfectly. "All clear. Spread out and secure the exits. Check the drainage pipes—make sure he doesn’t escape underground!"

Pang Wei’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. That was his voice—coming from Tang Yulan’s mouth!

The guards outside, hearing the "warden’s" orders, immediately scattered in different directions.

With deliberate calm, Tang Yulan tore a strip of cloth from Pang Wei’s shirt and bandaged the wound. "Fatso, where’s your razor?"

Moments later, with his beard shaved off and dressed in the guard’s uniform, Tang Yulan’s already commanding presence became even more intimidating. Smiling coldly, he said, "Warden, shall we leave?"

Pang Wei could only sigh in defeat. This was the true terror of China’s elite soldiers—the best of the best, the most dangerous of the dangerous.

Inside the prison, chaos erupted as inmates took advantage of the confusion, screaming and rioting. Guards sprinted through the corridors, desperately searching for Tang Yulan’s whereabouts.

But by then, Tang Yulan was already speeding away in the warden’s black Bentley, disappearing into the night.