My whole family was brutally murdered? I awakened the thug system and went on a killing spree.

Tiehu tore off a juicy lamb leg and chewed it heartily.

"Those monsters are so slow."

"We agreed to hand over the work before dawn, but it's already past this late, and we haven't seen a soul in sight."

A gaunt, third-tier martial artist next to him picked up his wine glass and smiled obsequiously.

"Brother Tiger, calm down. Those shady mutants are probably being held up by some kind of security team."

"Anyway, the Zhao family's money has already been transferred to our account."

"This job is easy; all we have to do is keep these two-legged sheep from starving to death."

Tie Hu snorted coldly. He casually grabbed a boning knife from the table.

With a flick of his wrist.

The dagger traced an arc in mid-air.

puff.

It accurately pierced the shoulder of an old beggar in an iron cage ten meters away.

The old beggar screamed and rolled around at the bottom of the muddy cage.

People around were so frightened that they frantically backed away, crowding together in a heap.

"It's so noisy, I can't even have a peaceful drink," Tie Hu cursed.

The gaunt martial artist immediately stood up.

"Tiger, I'm going to teach these bastards a lesson."

He walked to the iron cage and, through the rusty bars, kicked the injured old beggar in the face.

The old beggar's teeth had fallen out, his mouth was full of blood, and he didn't even dare to cry out.

The homeless people around him covered their mouths tightly, staring at the gaunt martial artist in horror.

They were terrified that they would be the next ones to be cut.

Just as the gaunt warrior was about to draw his leather whip from his waist to continue his brutality.

boom!

The ten-centimeter-thick roller shutter door of the meat processing plant made a deafening crash.

A two-ton steel roller shutter door was torn apart from the outside by sheer violence.

The load-bearing brick walls on both sides collapsed along with it.

The strong wind, mixed with icy rain, poured into the factory.

He overturned the wine bottle on the table.

The four warriors stood up at the same time, their muscles tense, and their right hands reached for the weapons at their waists.

The gaunt martial artist turned his head and stared intently at the smoke-filled breach in the gate.

A tall, dark figure walked in.

A body two meters tall. Its skin had an eerie dark gold metallic sheen.

He was left with only a few tattered strips of cloth hanging from his waist.

Water droplets slid down the sharply defined lines of his muscles.

Each step on the factory's concrete floor produced a dull, heavy sound.

Tiehu recognized the newcomer but did not immediately draw his heavy sword.

He looked Qin Meng up and down, then let out a disdainful sneer.

"I thought it was something else."

"A big, dumb guy who's internalized all his physical martial arts training."

Tie Hu crossed his arms over his chest, his internal energy, typical of a fourth-level martial artist, circulating within his body.

A faint blue protective aura appeared on the surface of the skin.

"Judging by your complexion, have you mastered the Golden Bell Shield or Iron Shirt techniques?

"Kid, martial arts isn't about who has the most muscles."

"Without the support of vital energy, your body is just a punching bag that can take a beating."

The other three third-tier martial artists also laughed.

My tense nerves relaxed.

In their eyes, these martial artists who rely solely on building muscle would only be able to passively take a beating when they encounter high-level martial artists who can project their internal energy.

It's impossible to break through the protective aura.

Hundreds of homeless people in the cages leaned against the iron bars, staring blankly at the dark gold giant who had suddenly barged in.

They didn't know what had happened, but they felt that the tall man's back exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.

Qin Meng stopped in his tracks.

Less than five meters away from Tie Hu.

No nonsense.

The muscles in my right arm suddenly swelled.

The concrete ground beneath their feet instantly exploded, creating a crater the size of a washbasin.

Qin Meng's figure vanished from the spot.

The speed broke the sound barrier, creating a white shockwave within the factory.

Tie Hu's smile froze on his face.

The brain didn't have time to send defense commands to the limbs.

All that remained in sight was a rapidly enlarging dark golden hand.

too fast.

The nerve reflexes of a martial artist approaching the fourth level cannot keep up at all.

boom!

Qin Meng slammed his right palm hard onto Tie Hu's head.

The light blue protective aura shattered instantly, not even lasting a fraction of a second.

Cervical spine fracture.

The chest cavity collapsed.

Tie Hu's 1.9-meter-tall, burly body was slapped directly into the hard concrete ground.

His entire upper body turned into a blurry mass of flesh and blood.

Fragments of bone and internal organs radiated outwards, staining the nearby solid wood table and roasted whole lamb red.

The entire room fell silent.

All that remained was the sound of raindrops pattering against the tin roof.

The leather whip in the gaunt martial artist's hand fell to the ground.

He opened his mouth wide, making meaningless gurgling sounds from his throat.

His legs trembled violently, and a pale yellow liquid flowed down his trouser legs.

The other two third-tier martial artists knelt on the ground, panting heavily.

Fear robs them of control over their bodies.

Fourth-tier martial artist.

Iron Tiger, who is invincible in every battle.

He didn't even have a chance to throw a punch before he was slapped into a pulp.

This is hardly a martial arts sparring match.

This is pure physical domination.

This is a power that humans simply cannot wield.

[Kill a fourth-tier martial artist, Violence Value +4000]

Qin Meng withdrew his right hand.

His dark gold skin was spotless, without a trace of blood.

His gaze swept over the remaining three third-tier martial artists.

"Lacking vital energy and blood, he's just a punching bag."

Qin Meng repeated what Tie Hu had just said.

He strode toward the gaunt martial artist.

The gaunt martial artist's knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees, kowtowing frantically.

"Have mercy, sir! We're just security guards who get paid to do this job!"

"They're all in the cages, not one missing! They're all yours!"

Qin Meng walked up to him.

He reached out with his left hand, grabbed the gaunt martial artist by the collar, and lifted him into the air.

He pulled back with his right hand.

Snapped.

A crisp popping sound.

The gaunt martial artist's head flew off his neck under the immense force of the palm strike.

It crashed into a metal wall in the distance, creating a dent.

The headless corpse fell to the ground.

[Kill a Tier 3 martial artist, Violence Value +3000]

The remaining two martial artists were terrified.

They scrambled and crawled toward the back door of the factory.

Qin Meng bent down and gripped the edge of the heavy solid wood square table with both hands.

Engage your core muscles.

A square table weighing several hundred kilograms was thrown out as a hidden weapon.

boom.

The square table struck the two fleeing individuals precisely in the back.

They were slammed against the wall.

Blood flowed down the wall, and the two men died on the spot.

[Kill a Tier 3 martial artist, Violence Value +3000]

[Kill a Tier 3 martial artist, Violence Value +3000]

The massacre was over. It took less than ten seconds.

The once arrogant martial artists were all turned into minced meat on the ground.

Inside three enormous iron cages for raising pigs.

Hundreds of homeless men covered their mouths tightly, not daring to make a sound. They stared at Qin Meng, who stood in a pool of blood.

Qin Meng walked to the iron cage and grabbed the thick, rusty iron lock with both hands.

Pull it outwards.

Click.

The lock cylinder, made of high-quality steel, was broken off by brute force.

The iron gate creaked and slowly opened outwards.

A strong stench wafted from the cage.

Qin Meng stood at the door, looking at the emaciated civilians huddled in the corner.

Their gaze fell on the old beggar whose shoulder had been stabbed by a sharp knife.

The old beggar trembled all over and tried desperately to shrink back.

The scene freezes at this moment.