Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

Three years of pent-up frustration, three years of deception, three years of living like a dog—all the hatred ignited in his blood at this moment.

He walked step by step toward Liu Lei.

With each step he took, the droplets of blood on the ground drifted forward an inch.

"You just said I'm a lower-class person, destined to live only to be someone else's stepping stone?"

Song Chao squatted down, reached out and grabbed Liu Lei's hair, pulling his head upwards.

Liu Lei grimaced in pain, tears and snot mixed with blood streaming down his face.

"I was wrong! Song Chao! I was wrong! Zhang Jinshan made me do it! Young Master Ming made me do it! I was just a gofer! Let me go! I'll give you money! I'll testify for you! I'll help you overturn the verdict!"

He begged for mercy like a dog, so frightened that he urinated, which mixed with blood and flowed onto the ground in a large pool.

Looking at him like this, Song Chao felt disgusted.

"When you hit me, why didn't you think about letting me go?"

"When you threatened me with my wife and children, why didn't you think about letting me go?"

"When you helped Zhang Jinshan frame me, why didn't you think about letting me off the hook?"

With each question he asked, Liu Lei's face paled a little more.

"I was wrong! I was really wrong! I'll give you anything you want! Just let me go!"

Song Chao smiled.

There was no warmth in that smile.

"I'll take your life."

His fingers tightened.

Liu Lei's body suddenly froze.

He could feel the blood rushing wildly up his body, as if it were about to burst through his blood vessels and skull.

His eyes, nose, mouth, and ears began to bleed continuously.

"You...you can't—"

Before Liu Lei could finish speaking, his head lolled to the side and he breathed his last.

His skin shrank at a visible rate, and all the blood in his body was drawn out, condensing into a huge blood sphere in mid-air.

Song Chao released his grip, and Liu Lei's body lay sprawled on the ground like an empty sack.

The interrogation room door was suddenly kicked open.

The two interrogators who had just beaten him heard the screams from inside and rushed in.

Upon seeing the shriveled corpse on the ground and the blood spheres floating in mid-air, the two were terrified.

"What the hell are you, you monster?"

One of them pulled out a gun and was about to pull the trigger on Song Chao.

Song Chao raised his eyes slightly.

He could clearly feel the blood surging and trembling in those two people's bodies.

He twisted his fingers slightly.

"Well--"

Both men groaned simultaneously, and the guns fell to the ground.

They made hoarse sounds in their throats, their eyes were wide open as if they were about to bulge out, and the veins on their faces were bulging as if they were about to burst at any moment.

The Song Dynasty took a step forward.

"You guys seemed to be having a lot of fun hitting me just now?"

The two tried to run, but found that they couldn't move their legs at all.

The blood in my body felt frozen, and even my heart stopped beating.

"We were just following orders! Liu Lei told us to do it!"

"Spare us! We'll never do it again!"

The two men kept kowtowing until blood appeared on their foreheads.

Song Chao looked at them.

He recalled the force with which the two men had punched and kicked him, their faces as they insulted him, saying he was "reluctant to listen to reason and will suffer the consequences," and the excruciating pain from their batons striking his lumbar spine.

He didn't say anything more.

With a gentle squeeze of the fingers.

The two people's bodies exploded at the same time.

Blood mist splattered all over the walls.

All the blood was drawn out and flowed into the blood sphere in mid-air, making the blood sphere even larger.

Song Chao stood in the center of the interrogation room, his body completely unstained by blood.

He looked down at his hands.

These hands have carried cement, steel bars, and steel wires; they are covered with thick calluses.

Previously, these hands could only be used for work, to earn money, and to buy gifts for my wife and children.

These hands can now kill.

He can send those who bullied him, cheated him, and treated him like a fool to hell one by one.

Song Chao looked up at the door of the interrogation room.

Hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

The screams must have attracted the security guards outside.

He reached out and beckoned.

The blood sphere in mid-air instantly dispersed into dozens of thin, long blood needles, which floated around his body.

The door was kicked open.

Four security guards carrying batons rushed in, and when they saw the horrific scene inside, they froze in place.

"Captain Liu!"

"W-What's going on here?"

The Song Dynasty did not give them time to react.

Push your finger forward.

Dozens of blood needles flew out instantly.

It precisely pierced the throats of four people.

The four men collapsed to the ground without uttering a sound.

Blood gushed from their throats and automatically flowed into the blood clots beside them.

Song Chao strode out of the interrogation room.

The alarm had already sounded in the corridor, and the piercing siren was so loud it hurt people's ears.

The sound of hurried footsteps and shouts came from afar.

"Listen up, you inside! You're surrounded! Lay down your weapons and surrender! Otherwise, we'll open fire!"

Song Chao leaned against the wall of the corridor, listening to the shouts outside, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

surrender?

He's already gone this far, what's the point of surrendering now?

He had never done anything wrong in his life, yet he was treated as a murderer and thief and was to spend three years in prison.

His home was fake, his wife was fake, his daughter was fake, and even his hope of survival was fake.

What else does he have to lose?

Song Chao raised his hand and sensed the blood flow throughout the entire building.

He could clearly sense that more than thirty people had gathered at the end of the corridor, in the stairwell, and at the main entrance downstairs.

The speed of blood flow and the frequency of heartbeat for each person were clearly imprinted in his mind.

He is in good condition now.

The power is inexhaustible.

There's no end to the hatred.

Song Chao lifted his foot and walked towards the stairwell.

The blood clump in mid-air floated forward with his steps, like a red shadow.

As soon as I reached the stairwell, I saw two armed security guards standing there.

Upon seeing him emerge, the two men immediately raised their guns.

"Stop! Don't move!"

The Song Dynasty did not stop.

He continued walking forward.

"shot!"

Both men pulled the trigger at the same time.

Bullets whistled as they flew toward the Song Dynasty.

Song Dynasty raised his hand.

The surrounding blood droplets instantly condensed into a blood shield in front of him.

The bullet struck the blood shield, sank into the viscous blood, lost its force, and fell to the ground.

The two of them turned pale with fright.

"Monster!"

They turned and ran.

Song Dynasty beckoned with his finger.

Two arrows of blood flew out from the blood shield and pierced their backs.

The two people collapsed on the stairs, blood flowing down the steps.

The Song Dynasty declined step by step.

As you walked down each floor, several security guards rushed up to you.

But no one could get close to him.

Blood needles, blood arrows, blood shields—he can manipulate blood at will.

The guns in their hands couldn't penetrate his defenses, and the batons in their hands couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

In less than ten minutes, the stairwells of the entire building were filled with corpses.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, and the blood on the ground had pooled into a small river, flowing down the stairs.