Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

"Director Han, this is Zhou Zhengqing, the special envoy from Jeolla Province. A major supernatural incident has occurred in Zhaoming City. The suspect, Song Chao, has awakened bloodline abilities and massacred the Zhaoming City Security Bureau, resulting in the deaths of thirty-seven people. The suspect is currently at large, and the targets are most likely the masterminds behind it, Tang Ming and Zhang Jinshan. I have already deployed the entire Sharp Blade Brigade to try to apprehend him before he causes even greater casualties."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the walkie-talkie before Han Qiming's solemn voice came through.

"Understood. Be careful, prioritize the safety of ordinary citizens. The impact of the supernatural event must be minimized; the public must never know of the existence of superhumans. Also, this Song Chao's abilities are very special; try to capture him alive and bring him back to headquarters for research."

"clear."

Zhou Zhengqing hung up the walkie-talkie and looked out the window.

Daylight had broken, the thin mist was gradually dissipating, and more pedestrians were appearing on the streets.

Breakfast stalls were steaming, students were walking to school with their backpacks on their backs, and office workers were hurrying to work on their electric bikes.

Everyone is busy making a living.

No one knew that just a few hours earlier, a horrific massacre had taken place at the police station not far from them.

No one knew that a newly awakened superhuman was heading towards the city center, filled with boundless hatred.

Zhou Zhengqing took a deep breath.

He must stop the Song Dynasty.

No matter how wronged he was, no matter how much he hated those who cheated and harmed him.

He can't kill anyone anymore.

The bottom line of order must not be trampled upon.

The command vehicle sounded its siren and sped off toward the city center.

Pedestrians on the street turned to look, wondering what had happened.

Meanwhile, Song Chao was slowly walking along the pedestrian walkway on the moat.

He had changed out of his prison uniform; he had gotten it from a closed clothing store on the roadside—a black jacket and dark trousers that fit him perfectly.

The wounds on his face had completely healed, the swelling had subsided, revealing his originally dark and unassuming face.

If it weren't for the lingering smell of blood around him, he would look no different from any other ordinary migrant worker on the street.

He wasn't walking fast.

Every step was steady.

My life over the past twenty-seven years flashed through my mind like a movie.

His parents died when he was young, and he grew up relying on the kindness of others. After graduating from junior high school, he started working, doing all sorts of dirty and tiring jobs, such as carrying cement, steel bars, and unloading bricks.

He never argued with anyone, never took advantage of anyone, and would even pick up and return five yuan that someone had dropped on the ground.

He thought that as long as he worked honestly and lived a down-to-earth life, he could have a good life.

The results of it?

He was beaten and his body was ruined; he was tricked into marrying a wife; he raised someone else's child for three years; and in the end, he was made a scapegoat and sent to prison.

He never did anything wrong in his life, yet he ended up with his family destroyed and his life ruined.

Those who cheated, deceived, and harmed him are all living high and mighty lives, in mansions, driving luxury cars, and making a fortune.

There has never been any fairness in this world.

Honest people deserve to be bullied.

Song Chao stopped and looked up at the tallest building in the city center.

Tang Ming and Zhang Jinshan were in that building.

They're probably still waiting for him to sign a plea, waiting for the property to be successfully inspected, and then making tens of millions in profit.

A cold smile curled at the corner of Song Chao's mouth.

He won't keep them waiting too long.

He wants them to know.

Even an honest person can be cannibalistic when pushed to the limit.

He raised his hand and wiped his face.

There were no tears on her face.

From the moment he learned the whole truth in the interrogation room, he had already cried all his tears.

All that's left now is hatred.

The Song Dynasty continued its progress.

Commuters passing by glanced at him curiously, but noticing the strong smell of blood on him, they all moved away.

The Song Dynasty did not pay attention.

In his eyes, there was only the towering skyscraper that seemed to pierce the clouds in the distance.

The enemy he was looking for was there.

Meanwhile, on the top floor of the Cloud Tower, Tang Ming stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand, looking down at the city view with a confident smile on his face.

Zhang Jinshan sat on the sofa, his face also showing a relaxed expression.

"Young Master Ming, Liu Lei just sent a message saying that he has shown the recording and video to Song Chao. Song Chao should be in a state of collapse now, and he will probably sign a confession soon."

Zhang Jinshan's tone was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"Once the Song Dynasty signs the agreement, the acceptance process will be finalized. The development can go on sale next week, and based on the current pre-sales, we can make at least 300 million yuan."

Tang Ming nodded and took a sip of wine.

"Have you made arrangements with Yuan Qiao? Once Song Chao is in, immediately move her and Niu Niu to the new house in the city center, and get their household registration settled as soon as possible. Niu Niu is my daughter; she can't stay in that run-down place in the suburbs forever."

"It's all arranged, everything is arranged."

Zhang Jinshan nodded quickly.

"The new house is all renovated, and you can move in right away. I've also spoken to the school, and I can go straight to a top-tier primary school next year."

Tang Ming nodded in satisfaction.

He walked to his desk, picked up the documents about the Song Dynasty, looked at the man in the photo with a simple and honest smile, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

That fool will never know until he dies that for the past three years he's just been supporting his wife and kids, and in the end he'll be the one taking the blame for him.

When he was released from prison three years later, Yuan Qiao and Niu Niu had long since moved to another city, and he couldn't even find a trace of them.

Even if he protests his innocence, no one will believe him.

Who would believe what a thief who has signed a confession says?

Tang Ming threw the documents into the shredder, and as he watched the papers being shredded into pieces, his smile deepened.

With the Song Dynasty problem resolved, the project in Jeolla Province is now completely secure.

When the old man finds out that he has managed to handle such a large undertaking, he will definitely treat him differently. At that time, his younger brothers will have no say in the matter of inheritance.

Just then, the office door was suddenly kicked open.

Tang Ming's secretary rushed in, her face deathly pale and trembling all over.

"Young Master Ming! Something terrible has happened!"

Tang Ming frowned, his tone displeased.

"What kind of panicked behavior is this? Is the sky falling down?"

"The police station...the police station was massacred!"

The secretary's voice was trembling uncontrollably.

"Captain Liu is dead! All the police officers are dead! Song Chao... Song Chao has escaped from prison!"

The wine glass in Tang Ming's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter" and shattered into pieces.

Amber-colored whiskey was spilled all over the floor, like blood.

"What did you say?"

Tang Ming's voice instantly changed tone, and the smile on his face completely disappeared.

"Song Chao escaped from prison? How could a migrant worker like him possibly escape from the police station?"