You call me a calamity? But I am Hyper Zetton!

Lin Zhendong looked terrified and suddenly turned his head to look around.

"Don't bother looking, I'm right inside you." The voice spoke again.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Hyper Zetton, and I'm the black monster on the West Coast."

"I will give you the power to kill them and take back the money that is rightfully yours."

"Or... I can use your body to kill them for you."

"No, murder is illegal." Lin Zhendong's shout came too suddenly.

Zhong An, sitting in the boss's chair, was so startled that his hand trembled, and he subconsciously pushed the chair back a little.

The head of the bodyguards frowned, beckoned, and two bodyguards strode forward, ready to drag Lin Zhendong away.

"The law is made for you Tian Shu Star people, what does it have to do with my Hyper Zetton?" Lin Zhendong, who had been meek and submissive, suddenly stood up straight.

He raised his right hand, took off his cheap black-rimmed glasses, and casually placed them on the table next to him.

Then, Lin Zhendong pointed his fingers like knives, spun around suddenly, and his fingertips instantly swept across the necks of all the bodyguards.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Four bodyguards clutched their necks and collapsed to the ground one after another, twitching a few times before falling still.

Lin Zhendong stood amidst the corpses, not a single drop of blood on his body. He turned around, picked up his glasses from the table, and put them back on his nose.

With his glasses on, the timid and submissive Lin Zhendong was back.

His pupils contracted sharply when he saw the corpse on the ground.

The strong smell of blood filled his nostrils, and his legs went weak. He almost knelt on the ground, barely managing to stay upright by gripping the edge of the boss's table with both hands.

"You...you killed someone?" Lin Zhendong's teeth chattered.

"Let me correct you, I didn't kill him, you did."

Wu Bai's voice carried a hint of relaxation.

"Alright, stop shaking. Be a man and stand up for yourself. Go and get your daughter's life-saving money back."

Lin Zhendong swallowed hard, then shakily raised his head to look at Zhong An, who was huddled in the corner.

The usually aloof and arrogant Boss Zhong was now slumped in his chair, his face even paler than Lin Zhendong's.

"Mr. Chung... Mr. Chung, my money..."

"Yes, I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you right now."

Zhong An suddenly came to his senses and scrambled toward the safe in the corner.

He pulled out two thick bundles of banknotes and placed them on the table with both hands.

"It's all here, Brother Lin, it's all here."

Lin Zhendong grabbed the money, stuffed it into his pocket, and turned to walk towards the door.

"You're leaving already?"

Wu Bai's voice carried a coldness of disappointment and frustration: "Rich people like this are the most vengeful."

"If you don't kill him now, he'll definitely find someone to kill your whole family once he recovers."

Lin Zhendong suddenly stopped in his tracks.

If your own body commits murder, even if it wasn't intentional on your part, you'll definitely go to jail.

Since I'm going to jail anyway, I might as well go all the way.

Lin Zhendong gritted his teeth, and the fear in his eyes turned into ferocity.

He turned around and charged towards Zhong An like a wild beast driven to desperation.

"This young man is teachable," Wu Bai commented with satisfaction.

Ten minutes later.

Lin Zhendong, carrying two bundles of money and covered in blood, rushed back to his home.

The moment he closed the door, he collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted.

"Tsk tsk tsk, your mental fortitude is really poor. Alright, this isn't over yet. Take a look at your home environment first."

Lin Zhendong looked up and scanned the area, his pupils suddenly contracting.

The living room was a mess; chairs were overturned, the glass of the coffee table was shattered, the wedding photos on the wall were smashed, and clothes from the closet were scattered all over the floor.

"Wife? Tangtang?"

Lin Zhendong rushed into the bedroom like a madman, then into the kitchen, only to find the place empty except for the mess on the floor.

"Stop shouting, they've obviously been kidnapped," Wu Bai calmly analyzed. "Besides the Weitianyao Group, there doesn't seem to be anyone else."

Lin Zhendong's eyes were bloodshot: "You...you're not very strong, are you? You can instantly kill a three-headed monster."

"Please, help me rescue them. I'll do anything you ask to save them."

"make a deal."

A burst of seven-colored light flashed, and Lin Zhendong disappeared into thin air from the living room.

……

An abandoned machine shop.

A group of thugs with tattoos on their arms, wielding steel pipes and machetes, were surrounding a load-bearing pillar in the center of the factory.

Lin Zhendong's wife and daughter were tightly bound with thick hemp rope to the pillar, their mouths taped shut, their eyes filled with desperate tears.

A thug with a buzz cut reached out and lifted the woman's chin, lewdly saying, "Boss, this chick is really pretty. That good-for-nothing Lin Zhendong is really lucky with women."

"How about... we guys have some fun first, then send the video to that loser?"

The thugs around them burst into laughter, their eyes darting unabashedly over the woman's body.

The woman shook her head frantically, tears streaming down her face.

"Honey, candy."

A sudden sound rang out in the abandoned machine shop.

Everyone was stunned and turned around to look. They saw that Lin Zhendong had been standing behind them at some point, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at them.

"Oh? How did you find this piece of trash?"

The leader paused for a moment, then waved the steel pipe in his hand. "But you've come at the perfect time. We just happened to need an audience member. Brothers, cripple him."

"Hahahaha..." The thugs laughed again, and with their weapons in hand, they were about to surround them.

"Lin Zhendong".

Wu Bai's voice echoed in his mind, "To protect your family, determination alone is not enough; you need the ability to kill."

"You've always been so submissive, you can't even protect a dog. Either kill them, or watch your wife be violated by these scumbags. Choose."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Zhendong felt an incredibly powerful force surge within his body.

He glanced at his wife and daughter trembling in the distance, and the usual humility on his face shattered completely, his features twisted and ferocious with extreme anger.

"what……"

Lin Zhendong let out a roar and charged toward the group of thugs wielding weapons.

The moment he rushed out, two soft, seven-colored rays of light flew out from his body.

It landed in front of his wife and daughters, turning into an opaque barrier that blocked their view.

"It's best for children not to watch this kind of scene."

The next second, the massacre began.

Lin Zhendong doesn't understand fighting at all; he uses "wild punches" that are even worse than street fighting.

But in the face of absolute power, skill is meaningless; those thugs either die or get injured.

Lin Zhendong was like an out-of-control tank, rampaging through the crowd.

Blood splattered, and the sounds of bones breaking echoed everywhere.

Within two short minutes, the factory fell silent.

Lin Zhendong, panting heavily, stepped over the corpses and mess on the ground, stumbled to the pillar, and ripped the ropes and tape off.